The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(Good job, I was reported, I have no measure, I don’t know when I will be able to pass the control, let’s see and cherish it)

How will they come?Is it a portkey?Or a broomstick?

The sixth graders were the first to discover Beauxbatons. They saw a house that seemed to be suspended in the sky by balloons above the shadow in the Forbidden Forest.

When the 'house' approached them, the wizards realized that it was a carriage at all, except that the seats were huge, and those horses had silver mane and a pair of huge wings.

Justin and Ron counted carefully, there were twelve horses in total...

"Stand back! They're about to land!" Dean Flitwick shouted in a shrill voice. He waved his wand, and a burst of air pressure drove the students behind him back again and again.

The hooves of each horse were as big as a dinner plate, and the silver-haired horses rubbed their hooves impatiently, watching the Hogwarts students vigilantly.

Harry and his friends stood on tiptoe, and had only time to glance briefly at the seal on the door when the carriage door swung open.

"Hello~ Dear Mrs. Maxim..." Professor Sprout and Hufflepuff took the lead in applause, and then the old dean walked up, "Welcome to Hogwarts!"

Principal Dumbledore and Vice-Principal McGonagall were absent, and Snape couldn't be expected to say a few words in a polite manner, and Dean Flitwick didn't know these things, so Professor Sprout became the only choice.

She stood with the principal of Beauxbatons, and it was very obvious:

Madame Maxime was very big, almost as tall as Hagrid. She was wrapped in black clothes that reflected the moonlight; she wore several rings on her hands, all of which were luxurious opals and moonstones.

On the other hand, Headmaster Sprout is a bit shabby. Although the clothes are clean, they are full of patches. This is because Headmaster Hufflepuff always works in the fields. For convenience, he wears old clothes. ....

Those who followed Mrs. Maxim were not only the boys in light blue robes, but also a few girls who were all wrapped up. Some students even wrapped their faces in silk.

As if their school was not in France but somewhere where Islam prevailed.

"Thank you... Where is Dumbledore?" Madame Maxime asked softly, "As the headmaster of the school, it would be impolite not to welcome guests..."

"He's making some preparations to welcome you," Dean Sprout answered her neither humble nor humble.

The weather at night was a bit cold, and when many wizards waiting for Durmstrang breathed, they would bring out a cloud of white air. They breathed with their hands together to warm their stiff hands.

At this moment, a huge golden portal suddenly appeared around. It was Hermione, who was temporarily authorized by the principal, and opened the dimension gate with a hanging ring.

The golden sparks are constantly spinning, very bright in the dark night.

Madame Maxime and Beauxbaton's students on the side were also shocked. They had never seen this kind of magic before... I saw a group of white stone chessmen running neatly from the other side of the dimension gate.

They were all wearing helmets and plate armor, and the stormtroopers separated the Hogwarts crowd, creating a passage through the crowd, and then they stood on both sides of the road, raising their spears and touching the points of the opposite spears.

Solemn and solemn, just like an ancient knight clearing the way for the king.

"Looks like they've arrived..." Sprout said.

Headmaster Dumbledore and Hermione followed behind the storm troopers, and the last ones to come out, one old and one young, strolled through the aisle built with spears, and walked in front of Madam Maxim who was a little shocked.

Every time the two of them passed a stone statue, the stormtroopers on both sides would stamp their feet vigorously, making a heavy noise, and lowered their raised spears, standing upright beside them instead.

"I've kept you waiting, welcome..." Dumbledore gently held Madame Maxime's hand, kissing the back of her hand without bending down, because the other party was so tall.

"Everything is alright, Dumbledore...... Is Karkaroff here yet?" Madam Maxim's face relaxed a little, and she smiled gracefully at the principal and Hermione beside her.

She saw Hermione turn around and put on a strangely shaped ring, swiped at the golden portal, and it closed.

"This is a member of the British Wizengamot youth delegation, Hermione Granger... this is the principal of Beauxbatons, the French school of magic." Dumbledore introduced the two, "Are you planning to meet with me?" Let's wait together...or go up and get warm first?"

"Cough...how about we go up first..."

Looking at such neat footsteps and queues, although it is used to welcome them, but...the more grand the welcome ceremony, the more it can show the school's magical heritage.

Obviously, Professor McGonagall knows this.

"That's right! These horses..." Mrs. Maxim called out to the students, and when she was about to leave, she suddenly thought of her means of transportation.

"Hagrid will take care of it. He's our guard in charge of the Forbidden Forest, and he's also a friend of the centaurs." Hermione wasn't exaggerating, she was just stating a fact, "At the same time, he's the professor of the protection of magical animals... .”

"Well, I was just worried that it would be troublesome...these horses are too hot, and by the way, they only drink single malt whiskey"

This is the person in charge of guarding the Forbidden Forest, the person who dared to hold the crossbow to cover the unicorn under Voldemort's attack, and he likes dragons and hippogriffs. This kind of horse has such a strong temper that Hagrid is afraid of it. It's playing house.

And Mrs. Maxime also succeeded, and was confused by the series of names Hermione said.

At this moment, Hermione noticed several students whose faces were wrapped in silk, and looked at her involuntarily, maybe out of curiosity... Afterwards, Mrs. Maxim led her students onto the red carpet covered with non-slip stone steps.

"Where's Cyrus? Isn't he here yet?" Hermione asked the headmaster in a low voice.

"The finale...but I'm worried he'll be late." Dumbledore glanced in the direction of the Forbidden Forest and twirled his beard. "I hope he won't, otherwise I won't let that dragon out again."

Suddenly, some rumbling sounds came from the black lake, like a sound of breathing; more like the sound of a person using his lungs to suck in the cold lake water after exhausting the oxygen in the water.

"Here we come! In the lake!!" Lee Jordan's eyes were sharpest, and he pointed to the black lake and shouted.

Hermione followed Principal Dumbledore and took two steps forward. Standing on the slope of the lawn, she saw that the originally calm lake seemed to have been suddenly dropped with a depth charge.

The water splashed from the bottom to the top, and the rolling waves kept washing the wet shore.

In the middle of the lake a great whirlpool of water appeared, like the Dead Sea, but also like the sea after Calypso's wrath at the end of the world, and from the center of the dark whirlpool a sail was raised.

After the ghostly ship was fully lifted, the water-filled hull shone brightly under the moonlight, and the mast and the ropes at the bow were still covered with weeds.

"Just like the legendary ship..." Hermione couldn't help sighing.

"Which legend?"

"The Flying Dutchman, I heard from my uncle... Legend has it that it only swims on the bottom of the sea and only comes ashore every five years"

"Hmm... is it kind of like that?" Dumbledore watched as the people on the deck lowered the anchor and the planks, "But I don't think there is any relationship between this ship and the 'Flying Dutchman', But the magic might be the same"

Durmstrang's clothes are a bit heavy, and the fur they are wearing is very soft, silver-white, and matches well under the moonlight. The man walking in the front is a man.

His hair was as pale as Dumbledore's, but his beard was not as long as his, and the ends of his goatee were curled.

He stepped forward quickly, gave Dumbledore a warm hug, and said, "Dumbledore! Merlin, your body is still so tough... Oh~ this is probably the latest magic genius in Britain?"

"Good evening, Professor Karkaroff"

"It's so good to be here... It's been a long time...Come here! Viktor! It's so much warmer than on the boat..." He waved back, from the crowd behind him A student is squeezed out.

It wasn't until the man approached and came to Karkaroff's side that Hermione knew why the Hogwarts students suddenly screamed.

That man was none other than Viktor Krum, who had made a splash in the Quidditch match.

He raised his head, just in time to see Hermione facing the moonlight, he froze for a moment, until Hermione frowned, he quickly looked away, and smiled politely at her.

Although his handsome appearance made many witches excited, Hermione just nodded to him politely, because she was really not interested in Quidditch... all because of her troll-like Flying talent!

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

From the top of the stone steps, the two stone dwarves at the entrance of the central courtyard brought a giant horn-shaped trombone from nowhere, the sound was loud and very continuous...

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. At this moment, a fire suddenly lit up in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. It was Smaug!Its dragon flames were turned into a cloud of red smoke by Cyrus, crackling inside.

Everyone was attracted.

Those red sparks rose like the mountains in the distance, and yellow, green, blue, and fiery reds suddenly flashed from the raised mountains in the middle, and an express train drilled out of the tunnel.

"It's Hogwarts Street!!" Dennis shouted excitedly, "Colin! Take a picture!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a dragon's neighing, and Smaug fluttered his wings, spitting out a huge flame from his mouth, illuminating the night, its eyes staring downward, and with a roar, it followed the Hogg Wattstree dived.

Smaug's dive bent the plants on the ground, and many students of Hogwarts and Durmstrang couldn't open their eyes. The strong wind was like a gale from the north.

Although it is close to the Black Lake, the air is quite dry because of Smaug.

"There's someone up there! Brother!" Colin snapped a photo, and they even forgot to take a photo of Krum.

"What? There is a dragon in the Forbidden Forest? Why didn't I know?!" Draco shouted in disbelief.

It's Cyrus!He rode on the fire dragon and rushed out from the depths of the forbidden forest listening to the ironfoot dwarf's horn. With a "bang", Smaug firmly grasped the ground, and the lawn was a little cracked.

This huge Norwich Ridgeback stretched its neck and looked at the people in Durmstrang fiercely, with a tongue of fire spitting out from the gap in its mouth from time to time.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, everyone!"

Cyrus was still sitting on Smaug, he jumped to Hermione's side with a flip, and now he was more handsome than Krum who almost won the championship.

"Do Not Disturb the Sleeping Dragon, this is the school motto of Hogwarts..." Dumbledore snapped his fingers, looked at Karkaroff and said, "By the way, this is also one of Hogwarts' favorite students." one"

"Ha...You are so young and promising, Viktor! We should go up"

Although Karkaroff's face was full of smiles, but... it was more like a 'fake', he took Krum up the stone steps, followed by Huo Gwartz's student.

At the gate of the main hall at this time, both sides were full of ironfoot dwarves. They were all equipped with fine steel armor and shield spears. The cold air made the students of Durmstrang be extra careful when walking in the middle.

They are always worried that these stone statues will suddenly explode in the next second, and they will not be able to hide...