HP Magic Biography

Twenty minutes into the banquet, Hagrid squeezed in through the door behind the staff desk and slipped into his seat at the end.

He waved his heavily bandaged hand to Harry, Ron, Valin and Hermione.

The skelts are doing well, aren't they? Hagrid, Harry called.

Fantastic! Hagrid replied happily.

Yeah, I've said they'd be great, said Ron quietly. Looks like he's finally found something they like to eat, hasn't he? Yes, fingers.

At this time, a voice sounded, I'm sorry, do you still want this fish soup?

She has big dark blue eyes and white teeth. A long golden hair shawl looks very charming.

Fan Lin was a little speechless, he knew this guy would come to make trouble.

The girl looked at them, she had already taken off her face scarf, Fan Lin didn't notice it before.

Ron blushed, stared up at her, and opened his mouth to answer, but he couldn't utter a word except for a vague grunt.

Oh, here you go, said Harry, pushing the plate to the girl.

Have you eaten yet?

Yeah, said Ron, almost out of breath, Yeah, it's delicious.

Does Hogwarts food suit your appetite? Fan Lin asked, his tone not very good.

Oh, of course. The girl smiled sweetly, and the whole world suddenly became much brighter.

It was a crisp, numb voice, which was so familiar.

Fan Lin put the plate in the girl's hands.

The girl didn't say anything, she just blinked her eyes, and then she looked at Hermione next to Fan Lin.

The girl picked up the tray and walked cautiously towards the Ravenclaw table. Ron was still staring at the girl as if he had never seen a woman before. Harry laughed, and it was the laugh that woke Ron up to his senses.

Harry felt that the girl looked familiar, and if Sirius was here, he would have told Harry.

but,

It seems that you can ask Fan Lin.

Ron was completely immersed in the girl's back, the kind he couldn't extricate himself from.

Immediately afterwards, Ron said in a voice that was almost dry to hoarse: It feels like the whole world is lit up.

Harry nodded, naturally he was also attracted.

Fan Lin was a little depressed, and he focused his attention on the food in front of him.

Although he had prepared himself early, Beauxbaton's people had just arrived.

At least I didn't see that idiot staring at her. Hermione said with some air, as if complaining about her two friends' disappointment, You should learn from Fan Lin, at least he didn't look.

But she wasn't quite right. As the girl walks through the hall. Many boys looked back at her. Some were as dumbfounded as Ron.

I'm telling you, that's no ordinary girl! Ron leaned aside so he could see her clearly. I've never seen a girl make them do this at Hogwarts!

At Hogwarts, she made them all right, Harry said without thinking.

They happened to be sitting not far from the bright-haired girl.

Who's that girl? Ron said.

Fan Lin, do you know her?

No, I don't know. Fan Lin replied without thinking, There is no doubt that she is an exchange student of Beauxbatons?

When you were at Beauxbatons... Ron wanted to ask too much, but Hermione stopped him.

When you both look away, said Hermione quickly, you'll find out who's here.

She pointed to the staff seat. The two empty seats were already filled. Luther Bagman sat next to Professor Karkaroff, and Percy's boss, Mr. Crouch, sat next to Madam Maxim.

This is all right, everyone is here.

Fan Lin naturally set his gaze on Crouch's face, as if he wanted to see something.

And Bagmon naturally felt Fan Lin's gaze, and he dodged unconsciously.

Fan Lin found it a little funny that an official from the Ministry of Magic would avoid the eyes of a young wizard.

Just because of those Galleons?

But Fan Lin is not worried that Bagmon will deny it. The contract has been revised. If Bagmon dares to violate it...

He shouldn't be so stupid, if he was targeted by a powerful little wizard...

What are they doing here? Harry was surprised.

They organized the Three Witches, didn't they? said Hermione. I think they came to watch the tournament kick off.

The second course came, and they also noticed quite a few strange puddings.

Ron took a close look at a pale custard pudding, then carefully moved it a few inches to the right, where it was clearly visible even from the Viven Carlo table.

It's a pity that the Veela girl seemed to be full and didn't come to get it.

Dumbledore stood up again when the food was cleared from the golden plate, and there was a pleasant tension in the hall, and everyone was shaking with excitement, wondering what was going to happen next.

Not far from them, Fred and George leaned forward, staring intently at Dumbledore.

The hour has come, said Dumbledore, smiling into the faces of the crowd. The Triumvirate is about to begin. Before we bring in the jewel box, let me say a few words.

Take what? Harry muttered.

Ron shrugged.

Just to explain the steps we have taken this year. First, let me introduce for those who don't know them: Mr. Buddy Crouch, the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. (Sparse and polite applause rang out), this This is Mr. Luther Bagmon, the head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

Bagmon got more applause than Klaus, perhaps because of his reputation as a chaser, or perhaps simply because he was more likable. He waved happily in thanks.

Buddy Claus, on the other hand, didn't smile or wave when his name was announced.

Harry remembered how neat he had been at the Quidditch World Cup, and thought he looked weird in wizard robes.

Compared with Dumbledore's long hair and beard, his toothbrush mustache and sharp hair parting looked very odd.

In the past few months, for the preparations for the Three Witches, Mr. Bagmon and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly. Dumbledore continued, They will work with me, Professor Karkaroff and Maxim Together, the wives formed the panel of judges who judged the effort of the contestants.

When it comes to contestants, the students prick up their ears

We will judge every contestant fairly and make the most reasonable judgment until the Three Witches Fighting Competition is over.