The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Those who like Kroom are generally Quidditch fans.

He was handsome, and he was famous, but... when he was standing next to Cyrus holding Smaug, Krum was not enough.

Fortunately, at least he still has die-hard Quidditch fans like Ron and Harry.

Walking in front of Krum were Cyrus and Hermione. Cyrus wrapped his scarf around the girl's neck and asked her in a low voice, "It's a bit cold at night...how about it now?"

"Much better~" Hermione reached into his pocket slowly, and took Cyrus' hand together.

After entering the auditorium, Hermione took Beauxbaton's students to sit at Ravenclaw's table according to their choice, and when Cyrus asked Durmstrang's students what to do, they hesitated stand up.

Krum subconsciously looked in the direction of the Ravenclaw table, but he also saw the interaction between Cyrus and Hermione who were walking in front just now.

"Well... that's good over there..." Krum declined Cyrus, and led the people to Slytherin, which made the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables ring. A sigh.

"Here...can't do it?" He hesitated.

"No, there's no problem at all! As long as you're happy..." Cyrus waved his wand, and rows of chairs automatically appeared next to the Slytherin table, which surprised Professor McGonagall.

Because of Cyrus' unique skills and the welcome of the Sleeping Dragon, the witches of Beauxbaton with their hoods wrapped around their heads at the Ravenclaw table would always look at him and whisper.

Hermione frowned, somewhat dissatisfied with this group of weird witches.

"Good evening! Ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and distinguished guests..." Dumbledore looked at Mrs. Maxim on the left and Karkaroff on the right. "I believe that this year you will Have fun at Hogwarts~”

"Hmph..." one of Beauxbaton's girls sneered in a very small voice.

"What are you laughing at?" Hermione questioned in a low voice, "If you don't like it, you can leave!"

"Oh... sorry... I just thought that the Triwizard Tournament seems to be for fun." The girl from Beauxbatons was also very proud, "Don't worry, we will take it lightly."

She seemed certain that her school had won the Triwizard Contest.

"Really? I always thought that since November 1918, 11, the most famous thing on the French flag is white!" Hermione couldn't imagine how this French wizard could be so rude.

They'd stared at Cyrus indecently since the beginning, had private discussions now and then, and now they were laughing at the greatest wizard ever... Well, Hermione was mostly angry about what had just happened.

The banquet began, and the house elves filled their plates with all kinds of delicacies, most of them German and French. It seems that Headmaster Dumbledore still put a lot of thought into it.

If it's British food, Cyrus really doesn't know how to serve it...

"Big German pig's trotters! Thank you, Merlin..." Cedric grabbed a piece of sauced elbow from the side of a large piece of roast beef loin, "It's finally not roast chicken today, I'm about to throw up."

"Unfortunately, there is no beer!!" Cyrus hugged and gnawed without manners, "German stout is perfect for this...Ernie! Get me some caviar...it's next to Zabi Rice !"

Cyrus saw Hermione who was not very happy, and looked around where no one got up, it was so quiet that he was a little unaccustomed to it... usually they don't eat so well.

Even George and Fred weren't playing with their shit, Cyrus guessed, they were just worried about accidentally hurting Viktor Krum, who was sitting next to Malfoy.

But sometimes it was like this, there had to be a leader, otherwise they wouldn't dare to walk up and down the banquet with all three headmasters, and it didn't matter if it was just that weird old man Dumbledore.

Ever since, Cyrus got up, and under the watchful eyes of Hannah, Wayne and others, he came to the Ravenclaw table with a wine glass full of fruit juice in his right hand and a fork in his other hand. Greasy roast meat on a fork.

So he got up and walked over. After he sat down safely beside Hermione, many people were relieved.

Afterwards, many people gradually moved around the dining table.

Some Gryffindors even made it to the Slytherin table...though for them it was only this year, because Krum of Durmstrang was sitting there.

"Is there any dish you like? Don't you usually like French food..." Cyrus looked at Hermione, who was a little displeased, and recalled everything that happened today in his mind.

He thought it was something he did wrong, and then Hermione just suddenly remembered the displeasure caused by it.

"I don't know, looking at the miscellaneous fish soup makes me lose my appetite..." Hermione glanced at Beauxbaton's witch diagonally opposite, and they took off the scarves they used to cover their faces while eating.

Her bright silver hair was long enough to reach her waist, her neat white teeth and blue eyes attracted many people around her, and her skin made her look more delicate and attractive.

Like another girl who looked similar, she made the wizards around turn their heads to look at her, and some of them seemed to be unable to speak very much, stammering.

But they all deliberately maintained etiquette. Anthony held the knife and fork in the wrong order, but he still didn't know it. He just looked at the Beauxbaton girls from time to time.

Even Fawcett saw Wayne in a daze, and scratched harshly on the empty plate with a knife.

"Excuse me...haven't you eaten all these delicacies?" She pointed to the plate and smiled, then removed the bouillabaisse from Hermione and brought it to a person who looked exactly like her girl in front of.

Cyrus guessed that it should be her twin sister.

Hermione was even angrier now, and she pierced a piece of French escargot with her fork so hard that it fell hard on her plate, nearly tipping over the bottle of apple cider vinegar.

"The man knows you..." Hermione waited until they took off their headscarves, and found that the little girl had.

"Is there? I don't remember...how about I get you something to eat?" Cyrus was the only boy in this area who was not attracted by them, and he snapped his fingers out of thin air , shouting:

"Bob!!"

At this moment, a house elf in a shabby suit appeared beside him out of nowhere, and asked respectfully, "Is there anything I need?"

Harry behind him found that the mental appearance of this house elf was much better than Dobby and the wronged 'Winky'. At least, Bob seemed much more confident.

“Strawberry pudding, double grilled cheeseburger... and a few Cokes that I secretly keep in the kitchen”

"Coke? When did you save this at school?" Hermione was full of vomit because of him, why did she have such a sense of stealthily saving alcohol?

It's just a Coke, doesn't she let Cyrus drink it?

"Cough...be quiet! When I went back to school this year, I didn't dare to put the dormitory..." Cyrus was worried about a box of Coke, and there was only half a box left the next day, "Cedric and the others would come sleep"

When Hermione's delicious double burger appeared on her plate, she suddenly felt better, not because of the burger, but because... Cyrus was sharing his own favorite things.

The girl who looked about twelve or thirteen years old imitated Cyrus, snapped her fingers several times, and called "Bob" a few times, but no one responded.

"It's useless, the house-elves here only respond to whoever they want... Maybe you can go to... the other table if you like fish soup?"

"Oh, thanks......"

The haughty Beauxbaton witch stared at Cyrus, as if trying to find some other emotion in his eyes, but Cyrus simply greeted her...it was useless and then up.

"Hi, my name is Fleur, Fleur Delacour"