Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

Everyone in Durmstrang sat down at the Slytherin table, as if they didn't hear what Ron was saying.

"Ron, what's the matter with you?" Hermione said angrily.

He stood up too much just now, and the table shook for a while.

The cups in front of Ivan, Harry, Hermione, and Gabriel were almost knocked over, but fortunately there was nothing in them.

"You see, Malfoy is sucking up to him." Instead of answering Hermione's questioning, Ron said sharply, "I bet Krum saw what he was at a glance. I dare say, Krum Wherever Tom goes, people are fawning over him and flattering him. You say, where will they sleep? We can provide him with a bed in our dormitory. Harry, I will give him my bed. I will sleep in it. On the camp bed."

No one answered Ron's question, and Hermione snorted to express her dissatisfaction.

Beside her, Gabriel also looked curiously at Krum and Durmstrang.

"Why don't they wear cloaks?" Harry asked. "It's not that cold in here."

"Because Krum is ill, I just asked him!" Ron said, "Since he was attacked, he has not been in a good state recently, and there are old injuries accumulated from Quidditch practice. The teacher prescribed nutritional and physical supplements for him, and he needs to take them on time."

As if to verify Ron's words, Krum took a sip from a small bottle from under his thick fur cloak.

Aiwen looked at Krum with some insight, this guy didn't look so weak.

Once everyone had found their seats, the Durmstrang students took off their student fur capes and looked up at the dark, star-studded ceiling with interest, two of them picking up Gold plates and goblets, carefully held, clearly interested.

Over there at the staff table, Filch the Janitor was adding some chairs.

For today's grand occasion, he put on the musty old tuxedo.

"Filch added four chairs, two on each side of Dumbledore." Harry said in surprise, "but there were only two more people tonight, why did Filch bring out four chairs?" , who else will come?"

"Huh?!" Ron replied vaguely.

He was still staring at Krum helplessly, not even noticing Gabriel who was not far from him.

"Probably an official from the Ministry of Magic." Ivan glanced at the guest seat.

"Then what are they doing here?" Harry continued.

"Obviously, they organized the Triwizard Tournament, didn't they?" Hermione explained. "I think they want to witness the opening ceremony of the Tournament with their own eyes."

"Tell me, does Krum..." Ron stopped abruptly before finishing his sentence.

He couldn't believe it when he saw a Beauxbaton girl walking over from the Ravenclaw long table. The girl had long silver hair that fell to her waist like a waterfall, and a pair of big blue eyes. Eyes and a set of white and straight teeth.

It was Fleur, who had just taken off her scarf.

Seeing Fleur getting closer, Ron's face turned red all of a sudden.

He stared at her blankly, even opening his mouth uncontrollably.

"Long time no see, Evan Mason!" Fleur said proudly, and waved to Gabriel before waiting for Evan's answer, "Gabriel, the banquet is about to start, you must come back and sit with us. "

"Oh!" Gabriel responded, and after saying goodbye to everyone, she took Furong's hand and left together.

"Who is this girl?"

"Fleur Delacour, Gabriel's sister!" Ivan explained.

"Ja, who is Gabriel?!"

Ron was still staring at Fleur with wide eyes, as if he had never seen a female classmate before.

Then he realized that the Gabriel Ivan was talking about was the girl Fleur was holding hands with.

"Well, Ron, don't stare at people so impolitely."

"I dare say, she's a Veela!" he said hoarsely to everyone.

"Certainly not!" said Hermione sharply. "I don't see anyone staring at her like an idiot except you!"

She wasn't quite right, and as Fleur walked through the auditorium, many boys turned their heads to look at her.

A few of them seemed to have lost their voice for a while, just like Ron.

"In fact, they have a quarter of Veela blood, and Furong and Gabrielle's grandma is a Veela." Ai Wen said.

"Look what I said, that girl is really special!" said Ron, turning sideways so that he could still see Fleur clearly. "There is no such character at Hogwarts!"

"The girls at Hogwarts are not bad either," Harry said without thinking.

His eyes followed Fleur to the long Ravenclaw table, where Cho Zhang was sitting a few seats next to Fleur.

"Yes, Hogwarts also has good girls." Ivan nodded and looked at Hermione.

Seeing Ivan's boldness, Hermione blushed a little and gave him a hard look.

Chapter 548 Will It Be Him?

Although she glared at Ivan, Hermione didn't seem to be angry.

"Okay, after all of you look away." She said very bluntly, "You will find that Dumbledore and the others have already entered, and the banquet will begin soon."

Hermione was right, Ivan turned his head and saw that the professors were walking into the auditorium, and they went to the guest chair and sat down.

The last ones were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime, the principals of the three magic schools.

The Beauxbatons students rose to their feet as soon as they saw their headmaster appear.

Many Hogwarts students couldn't help sniggering at their behavior, but Beauxbatons' representatives didn't look embarrassed at all until Mrs. Maxime sat down on Dumbledore's left. Sit down again.

Ivan knew that compared to the more relaxed environment of Hogwarts, Beauxbaton's management was very strict.

All the professors sat down, Dumbledore remained standing, and the auditorium gradually fell silent.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and, especially, our distinguished guests!" said Dumbledore, looking at the foreign students with a smile, "it is with great joy that I welcome you to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that you will be comfortable and happy here."

At Dumbledore's words, a Beauxbatons woman sneered, no doubt ironic.

She still wrapped her head tightly with the scarf, so she couldn't see clearly.

"That guy is annoying, and no one is forcing you to stay!" whispered Hermione.

She was obviously annoyed by that girl, and Ai Wen hurriedly whispered a few words to persuade her.

There are many people who think like Hermione, and everyone is surprised by the behavior of that Beauxbatons girl.

I don't know what kind of education they received in the school. Beauxbatons has a strong hostility towards Hogwarts.

Aiwen was like this last time, if he didn't agree with each other, he would do it, these Frenchmen!

As for Durmstrang's students, they didn't express their hostility so directly, but they didn't pay attention to Dumbledore's speech. They seemed to be more interested in the golden tableware on the table, guessing whether they were really gold.

"Everyone, the Tournament will officially begin at the end of the banquet." Dumbledore said, "I invite everyone to eat and drink as much as they want, as if they were at home!"

He sat down, and Ivan saw Karkaroff immediately stepped forward and talked to him.

The next second, the plate in front of them was full of food as usual.

The house-elves in the kitchen seemed to be doing their best, and they had never seen such a sumptuous array of dishes before them, some of which must have been foreign.

"What's this?" Colin asked.

He pointed to what looked like a seafood hodgepodge next to a large steak and kidney pudding.

"French bouillabaisse." Hermione said, "It's a French dish. I had it during the summer vacation the year before last. It was delicious."

Hearing her words, everyone tried to hold a little for themselves.

Only Ron hadn't moved, she had been staring at Fleur without taking her eyes off her.

"Hurry up, Ron, it'll be cold in a while!" Harry gave him a tug.

"Oh!" Ron responded, reluctantly looked away, and brought himself some black pudding.

For some reason, the auditorium seemed to be much more crowded than usual, even though there were only less than twenty more students.

Perhaps it's because their differently colored school uniforms stand out against Hogwarts' black robes.

Beauxbaton's school uniform robes were sky blue, and everyone in Durmstrang wore blood red robes under their fur cloaks.

Twenty minutes after the banquet began, Hagrid slipped into the Great Hall through a door behind the staff desks.

He took his seat at the end of the table, near the Gryffindor table.

Hagrid raised a hand wrapped in many bandages, and waved at Ivan, Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"How's the snail?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"No problem, it's growing well." Hagrid replied happily.

"Yeah, I guess so," whispered Ron, "Looks like they've finally found something they like to eat, and that's Hagrid's fingers."

He was ignored because someone else entered the auditorium, Ludo Bagman and Percy's immediate boss, Mr. Crouch.

Bagman walked over and sat on the other side of Professor Karkaroff, while Mr. Crouch sat next to Mrs. Maxim.

Aiwen looked up and stared at Crouch, has this guy been controlled by the Imperius Curse now? !

But it didn't look abnormal, and he didn't seem to be under the Imperius Curse. Crouch was still exactly the same as usual.

His meticulous look, ordinary people can't do it.

As if feeling Ivan's gaze, Crouch suddenly raised his head and looked at Ivan.

Ivan turned his head hastily. He had been thinking some time ago that if Barty Crouch Jr. planned to use someone else's identity to infiltrate Hogwarts, besides being a student, he could also pretend to be his father himself, This possibility is very high.

As one of the referees, Barty Crouch has access to every aspect of the competition.

At that time, with the help of Keresis's fake Moody, it will be easy to manipulate.

Moreover, Barty Crouch Jr. knew his father's habits very well, so he didn't have to worry about revealing his secrets.

Even if there is any abnormal situation, it can be easily resolved with Mr. Crouch's status in the Ministry of Magic.

Detection props such as the Marauder's Map are useless to him, so there is no need to worry about being discovered.

That being the case, could Barty Crouch Jr. be impersonating Mr. Crouch?

When the golden plates were scrubbed again, Dumbledore stood up again.

A feeling of excitement and nervousness seemed to pervade the auditorium, and everyone was waiting for the next program.

Everyone suppressed their excitement and stared at Dumbledore intently.

Even the students of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang, no one was as distracted as before.

"The moment has finally come!" said Dumbledore, smiling with a tensed face. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. I want to explain a few words before bringing in the box!"

"Bring what in?" Harry asked softly.

"do not know!"

Except for Aiwen who knew that it was the Goblet of Fire, everyone was at a loss.

"I want to explain our program of activities for this school year, but first, please allow me to introduce two guests, because there are still people who don't know them. This is Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of the International Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic!"

There was sparse applause in the auditorium, and many people didn't know Barty Crow.

"This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Sport at the Ministry of Magic."

The applause was much louder for Bagman than for Crouch, perhaps because of his minor fame as a hitter, or perhaps simply because he was much more relatable.

He stood up cheerfully and waved his hand in thanks.

You know, when the name of Barty Crouch was introduced just now, Crouch neither smiled nor waved.

Chapter 549 Goblet of Fire

Crouch is definitely an anomaly, but it's also possible that he is.

He was different from normal wizards, and always had been.

Ivan still remembered his spotless suit and leather shoes in the Quidditch World Cup, and felt that he was wearing a wizard robe at the moment. Compared with Dumbledore's long white hair and beard, his short toothbrush-like mustache It looks very awkward to part with a clean hair, and it doesn't look like a wizard at all.

If he's Barty Crouch Jr. impersonating, that's pretty darn good.

Of course, this is just Aiwen's guess, Barty Crouch Jr. may also sneak in as a student of Beauxbaton or Durmstrang.

Just in case, he will return to the common room later and use the Marauder's Map to make sure.

"Over the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly to arrange the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore continued. "They will join me, Professor Karkaroff and Mark Mrs Sim, together, formed a jury to judge the efforts of the Warriors."

The members of the jury confirmed that it was the five of them.

As soon as they heard the word "warrior", the students seemed to be more attentive.