Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

The night before the end of October, Harry Potter had a dream. In his dream, he saw a world of ice and snow, and a ship that could sail under the water, but whether the bottom of the ship was against the water or the mast was against the water. Then you can't remember clearly after waking up.This voyage in the dream was very peaceful and very real, but after waking up, Harry felt exhausted. He lay on the bed without wanting to move, and every muscle fiber was too lazy to contract or relax.

"Ron," Harry murmured to Ron, who was getting dressed on the bed next to him, "I had a dream."

"What?" Ron's head popped out of his sweater.

"……fine."

"Is everything okay? It's time for you to get up."

"I don't remember, today is Saturday."

Ron took off his clothes and lay back on the bed: "Then sleep."

They missed breakfast.

By noon, they knew they had missed the best opportunity for new news.

At that time, the auditorium had been completely renovated. Just like a large-scale ceremony every year, banners symbolizing the four colleges were pulled up and the school emblem was erected.

"What's going on?" Harry and Ron asked anxiously, "What is going on?"

"What happened?"

"Why did you come?" Simo shouted excitedly: "We called you when we left."

"It's all Harry's fault," Ron said immediately: "He said he would sleep for another five minutes and wanted me to sleep with him."

"It's the Goblet of Fire!" Seamus continued without paying attention to the details: "The other two teams from the Triwizard Tournament arrived at Hogwarts today!"

Ron grabbed Seamus and wanted to ask for more details, but Seamus had already finished his meal and was about to leave. He looked for an acquaintance at the Gryffindor table and saw DeWitt and Hermione conspiring with their twin brother. What.Among them, the twins looked sneaky, while DeWitt and Hermione just smiled at each other in tacit understanding.

"What are you talking about?" Ron pulled Harry over and said, "Is it about the Triwizard Tournament? I know Busbatt and Durmstrang are coming today..."

"You're probably the only one in the school who doesn't know this now," Fred stopped what he was saying alertly, nudged George with his elbow, and said with a smile, "And it's not Beauxbatons, it's Beauxbatons."

"Really?" Ron disagreed: "That's not important. What are you talking about?"

"Secret," George answered: "Don't say you can help. We are sure and certain that our nosy little brother is useless."

"Oh, you are the bullshit," Ron immediately retorted: "I don't care about listening to your conspiracy, Harry, let's go!"

The twins were eager for this, but Harry didn't move. He took off his glasses and wiped them carefully, pretending not to hear Ron's words.

"Actually, the Triwizard Tournament may be an opportunity," DeWitt said cryptically: "Betting dogs will not miss every opportunity to make a comeback. Large-scale events are an opportunity, and maybe this is an opportunity. Of course, I still have to say - -A gambling dog who can lose money while sitting in the banker must have no memory and is not smart. Be careful of that person falling into the same pit twice."

The twins had to reconsider the risks.

"Let's talk again when we have a chance," they said. "Now... there are many people and many eyes are mixed." They even glanced at Ron deliberately, which made Ron very angry.

After the twins left the table, Ron turned around and asked DeWitt: "What on earth are you talking about?"

"Private matters, my friend," DeWitt replied helplessly: "It's a private matter between your two brothers. After they showed their avoidance of letting you know, I can't just leak it all in one go, right?"

Ron motioned for Harry to give some advice, but Harry grabbed Ron's clothes and told him not to ask further questions.

"Okay." Ron angrily pulled the dessert plate in front of him and stuffed a few small cakes into his mouth.

"See you in the evening. Remember not to miss the gathering time," Hermione reminded Harry and Ron: "At that time, all our teachers and students will go outside the castle to welcome the guests."

"Where are you going?" Harry asked.

"Library," Hermione replied with a smile, "You can come together."

"No, no." Harry and Ron refused of course.A good brunch can be followed by a lunch break, and there’s nothing wrong with taking a nap.

In the evening, the sun almost sets, the moon reveals its faint outline, and the night falls.All teachers and students put on formal school uniforms, lined up neatly, and stood in front of the castle under the leadership of the deans of their respective colleges.Dumbledore is at the front.Hagrid's bulk was more noticeable, and he also wore an old suit.

The dean of the college has emphasized quietness more than once, but the students are always restless. This means that most of them have contact with people from other countries and other colleges. Some excitement is inevitable, and most of them are just speculation. ——"How will they come?"

Broomsticks are too mediocre, phantom travel is banned at Hogwarts, and portkeys are too tacky no matter how you look at them. If you want to be impressive, you have to come up with something special - for example, Beauxbatons' transportation is a silver car that has been replaced by twelve batches of silver. A large carriage drawn by winged Pegasus.The carriage was as big as a house and the horse was as big as an elephant.Only such a horse can be equipped with such a luxurious frame.

The Beauxbatons school emblem is printed on the car door, which is two crossed wands, each with three stars on the tip.Then the carriage stopped, the ground trembled, the door opened, and a boy wearing Beauxbatons' blue robe jumped out. He reached for the door and clasped the rope for a moment, opening a spiral golden staircase.Immediately a woman walked out gracefully from inside.The characteristics of this woman are unforgettable for anyone who sees them. It is not her gorgeous and retro decoration, nor her beauty, but her tall body, which makes everyone in Hogwarts think of Hagrid. That's how the two fit together - Speaking of Hagrid, Hagrid didn't know where he went while waiting.

Dumbledore took the lead in applauding, prompting all the teachers and students to applaud in welcome.After kissing the woman's outstretched hand, he said: "Dear Ms. Maxim, welcome to Hogwarts."

The students immediately heard the woman's voice, which was low and magnetic, but also possessed the unique gentleness of women: "Dumbledore, I hope everything is well with you."

"Very well, thank you," said Dumbledore.

Madam Maxime called in Beauxbatons students while talking to Dumbledore.The clothes worn by those students are similar in style. In the eyes of Hogwarts students, those silk blue fabrics are more beautiful than the black robes of Hogwarts.

DeWitt heard Hermione's roommate Lavender Brown scream in feigned surprise: "Oh my god, how can their uniforms look so good!" He also noticed Hermione rolling her eyes in disdain.

The school uniforms are better looking than those of other schools.

However, silk clothes obviously couldn't block the cold night, and Principal Beauxbatons' tall body couldn't withstand the cold and humid British wind. After she and Dumbledore arranged the transportation, she took the students into the castle to keep warm, and stayed. The teachers and students of Lower Hogwarts continued to wait for Durmstrang's people.

Just as Beauxbatons' appearance was impressive, Durmstrang's appearance was also unique.When the first sharp-eyed student, Lee Jordan, called out, "Look at the Black Lake!", a large black ship began to surface from the top of the mast in the whirlpool.

While everyone else was cheering, Harry felt that the dream had come to reality, and all the strength in his body was leaving him, but he still stood firmly.The light water vapor seemed to lift his body, but his limbs could not move.Harry wanted to shout, "I've seen this ship!" but his vocal cords seemed to be rusty and couldn't function properly.No one noticed anything unusual about Harry.Everyone is paying attention to the wonderful black ship, which reflects strange beauty from the weirdness; everyone is paying attention to the people coming out of the ship.

Durmstrang's men were all wearing fur cloaks, and they seemed unafraid of the cold.

The leader shook hands with Dumbledore warmly, and after exchanging pleasantries, he led his protégé to show off to Dumbledore.

And because of this proud pupil, Durmstrang's headmaster Karkaroff gained satisfaction from the surprised looks of the Hogwarts students.

Ron screamed in a low voice - actually he was not the only one to scream: "Look, Harry! That's Krum!"

Ron, who didn't get a response, turned to look at Harry. He was immediately startled by Harry's pale face, and immediately raised his voice and shouted: "Harry! Harry! What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" "

Ron's question was masked by the surrounding voices, and the professors failed to notice the abnormality here for the first time.It was Hermione and DeWitt who heard it. They happened to be not interested in Quidditch and had no feeling about Krum's deeds.

"Resume quickly." Hermione, with the help of DeWitt, squeezed to Harry's side and cast a refreshing spell on Harry.

Harry woke up from the nightmare state and quickly regained the color on his face. He shook his head and interrupted Hermione's follow-up words: "I'm fine, I don't need to go to the campus hospital - it's just - I didn't sleep well last night and was distracted." Now, don’t worry about me, I don’t want to miss today’s dinner.”

"If this is your decision," Hermione put away her wand and took one last look at Harry's expression indifferently, "then so be it."

"I knew you wouldn't miss it!" Ron patted Harry's back vigorously. He didn't care about Harry's forced smile and stood on tiptoes to look desperately in Krum's direction: "This is the same as Krum. A chance to be in the same room! Come to think of it, that's Krum... I never thought he was still a student..." Something else was said after that, but no one cared.

"Oh my god," Hermione complained to DeWitt in a low voice: "Isn't he just a Quidditch player? Is it worthy of such pursuit? Not only these boys, but also what girls-" She gestured to DeWitt to look To several little Hogwarts witches hugging each other and screaming: "Are they all crazy?"

"Lockhart is still a liar," DeWitt teased Hermione: "Some people..."

Hermione gave DeWitt a light punch.

"Fans..." DeWitt immediately said, "This is normal."

"Let's go," Hermione coughed twice in embarrassment as she recalled the embarrassing and immature past. "It's time to enter the Great Hall now."