Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

"Oh, my God." Ron behind Louis called out in shock, "It's Krum, Victor Krum!"

At this time, more than one person had discovered Krum's traces, there was a commotion in the crowd, and the effect of the star affected the entire Hogwarts students.

"It's just a Quidditch player Ron." Hermione said helplessly, she was not very interested in this kind of thing, "Besides, don't look, he's already in."

"Just a Quidditch player?" Ron couldn't believe that his good friend would say such things. "He is the most powerful chaser in the world. I can't believe that he wants to join us in Hog." Watts for eight months!”

"Oh, that's all." Hermione spread her hands calmly. In her eyes, Krum was just an ordinary seventeen-year-old male classmate from a foreign school.

After all Durmstrang students entered, several deans led the students from their respective colleges through the hall in an orderly manner and towards the auditorium.

The students who were speechless due to the cold wind had already become excited by Krum's arrival. When passing by the Durmstrang students, Li Jordan, a good friend of the Weasley brothers, kept running up there. Jumping down, several sixth-grade girls were rummaging through their bags for pens and paper, and even got into a fight over a lipstick.

"It's ridiculous." Hermione was extremely disappointed with those students. She couldn't understand why one person could make a group of people do something so crazy for him.

This is just like some fans in the Muggle world who only remember the goodness of their idols, and then go crazy to attack things that criticize their idols. Once those things attract the attention of the superiors, they will be blocked or receive a lot of verbal attacks and cannot If they argue again, they will succeed.

Of course, it would be the scariest thing if the idol himself or his public relations team helped these fans to cause trouble.

Obviously, Krum is not such a person. He is almost indifferent to things other than Quidditch, and he is quite disgusted with having a large number of people following him and shouting enthusiastically at him wherever he goes.

"Which one of you brought a pen?" Ron asked around, "I want to ask him to sign, but I forgot my pen upstairs."

Harry shook his head. He came down almost empty-handed.

"You can use mine, Ron." Louis took out a brand new quill from somewhere.

"Thank you, you are my lifesaver!" Ron happily rushed over like the other girls to get Klum's autograph.

But things were not as simple as he thought. When several people came in and sat down at the Gryffindor House table, Ron walked over with his head hanging down and dejectedly.

"It was too much. I didn't even squeeze into the front row. Professor McGonagall asked us to go in. She said not to disturb visitors from other schools, otherwise we would be deducted points and put in solitary confinement."

Fred and George were already slapping the table and laughing, and Ron gave them a shy look, very much like Professor McGonagall.

The door was still a little messy. After they sat for a while, the Beauxbatons students came in. They sat down next to the Ravenclaw students very intelligently. They looked a little depressed and nervous. Three of them were still wrapped in turbans. head.

Louis glanced towards Ravenclaw. Among the three people, there was a girl who looked younger. She was looking at the surrounding environment curiously. Beside her, the silver-haired Luna gave her warmly. She was explaining something.

I don’t know if the Frenchman can understand what Luna said.

On the other side, the Durmstrang people were at a loss as to where to sit. Ron kept winking and talking to everyone, asking to make room for Krum to come in, but Malfoy from Slytherin House had already stood up, following Krum and the others in a low voice, and then Demus Trang and everyone walked over together.

"Oh, just go ahead and fawn over him, Malfoy." Ron's tone was full of sarcasm, "I bet Krum can tell what kind of guy he is. Do you think he would sleep in Well, I can make a bed for him in the dormitory, I'd rather sleep on the floor."

"That's enough, Ron!" Hermione was extremely angry. She didn't expect Ron to become such a person in front of Krum. It was like a real Percy praising Mr. Crouch.

Although Ron said this on the surface, the sourness in his words almost filled the entire goblet.

Krum looked a little sick, and according to Karkaroff, he seemed to have a cold.

After everyone was seated, the faculty and staff followed Dumbledore and sat on the long table at the end of the auditorium, along with Karkaroff and Madam Maxime.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening, welcome to Hogwarts." Dumbledore stood up and gave a speech, "I hope you will have a happy time here."

"Who is that person?" Ron looked at the old man sitting next to Dumbledore strangely. When he first entered the venue, the old man was sandwiched in the middle of the team and no one noticed him.

"Nicholas Flamel." Louis explained from the side, and Harry nodded in agreement.

"What? Nico Flamel?" Hermione and Ron looked at each other. They both knew what this name meant. He was the one who created the Sorcerer's Stone three years ago and caused a bloody storm in Hogwarts.

"This old man has been hiding in Beauxbatons, France. This time he came with the Beauxbatons delegation." Louis continued, playing with the tableware on the table boredly.

Flamel's arrival did not cause a big sensation, because most of the wizards who were still alive, especially the younger students at Hogwarts, did not know this old man who had lived for more than six hundred years at all.

However, Dumbledore's words caused ridicule from the Beauxbatons students. Although the sound was quiet, it was enough for Hermione and some Gryffindor students to hear.

"No one is forcing you to stay, bloody French," Hermione whispered.

I don’t know if it’s because he was pampered there and is not used to life at Hogwarts, or maybe the French are inherently hostile to the British?

"Okay, everyone, the competition will officially begin after the banquet. Now please enjoy the food. Today may be very different from usual."

Dumbledore's reminder was useful. After a while, what appeared in front of them was something completely different from usual.

All kinds of delicacies covered the table. The house elves in the kitchen must have put a lot of effort into making the dishes, some of which were even foreign dishes.

Although Louis has never eaten French food, what was in front of him was the famous French foie gras.

In an instant, the pleasant sound of dining resounded in the auditorium.