Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

This is a real big star. Even after everyone was seated, the whole auditorium was still noisy because of this person. It was the same for both boys and girls.

Marcus led the group to sit at the Slytherin table. They took off their coats, revealing blood-red robes.

Various voices continued to emerge from the entire Slytherin table.

Da da--

Draco drummed his fingers on the table.

Suddenly, the sound became much quieter.

"Oh, Marcus, long time no see." Draco then looked at Marcus.

"Long time no see, all of you." Marcus responded with a smile: "Krum, these are my former classmates at Hogwarts. This is Draco Malfoy."

"Hello." Krum greeted Draco.

this.

Draco shook Krum's hand in surprise.

This immediately eliminated the last bit of hostility Draco had towards Marcus.

Marcus added: "This is Harry Potter."

"Carley Pitt?" Krum was stunned for a moment, then he stretched out his hand: "Nice to meet you. I've heard your story."

"Likewise, your outstanding performance in the World Cup was eye-opening."

After all the students entered the auditorium and took their seats, the faculty came in.

They filed to the guest of honor and sat down. The last to walk were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime. The students of Beauxbatons stood up as soon as they saw their headmaster appear.

Several Hogwarts students could not help laughing. But the Beauxbatons representatives did not seem embarrassed at all, and did not sit down again until Madame Maxime sat down to Dumbledore's left. Dumbledore remained standing, and the hall gradually became quiet.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and especially distinguished guests," said Dumbledore, smiling at the foreign students. "It is with great pleasure that I welcome you to Hogwarts. I hope and believe that you will feel comfortable and happy here."

After that, he sat down, and Karkaroff went over to start a conversation. On the long table of students, there was an extremely sumptuous meal.

Nearly twenty minutes into the banquet, Marcus was full and satisfied. He apologized to the people around him, saying that he was going to chat with his old classmates, and then quietly got up and left.

His movements show that he is a veteran of Hogwarts.

As Marcus left, Harry, who was enjoying steak and kidney, was suddenly elbowed.

"Oh, damn it, look." Draco said hurriedly, his eyes following the gap that Marcus had just left and looking towards the distance on the opposite side.

Harry raised his head and followed his gaze towards the Gryffindor table, a little confused: "What?"

"Didn't you see it?!" Draco said angrily, "Look at that back. Silver hair. Oh my god, it's like a waterfall."

"Just a back view." Harry glanced at Draco.

Draco did peek at girls, as did all boys of his age, but he had never said it so directly, and even asked Harry to watch with him.

"I bet she's absolutely gorgeous," Draco said. "I'll bet you ten."

"No bet." Harry shook his head and decided to keep his eyes on the food. He began to recall the method of stomach transformation in Uncle Muen's notes in the chapter "Human Transformation·Elementary·Internal Organs".

Suddenly, Harry was elbowed by Draco again.

"She's up, she's up!!"

Harry looked up and saw that, as expected, the person who had caused Draco's heart to surge was Fleur Delacour.

She was not only attractive to Draco, but also to many other boys.

At the same time, she was walking towards this side.

"Come here, come here." Draco put his hand under the table and grabbed the corner of his clothes, quickly and quietly straightening his clothes.

Then, under Draco's nervous gaze, she actually came to the Slytherin side.

Draco was about to ask, and even prepared a "gentleman" in his mind: "Hello, beautiful lady, how can I help you?"

But before he could speak, the girl said softly, "Please forgive me."

"Should I call you Pete or Harry Potter?" Fleur said with a smile.

"Uh" Harry was also a little embarrassed: "Well, we all know that when you go out, you give yourself an identity."

And this can't be blamed entirely on Harry. When they were in Moonlight Castle, both Mr. Lucifer and Uncle Moon had called out his name.

If we really have to say whose fault it is, um, Harry thinks it should be Furong's poor English.

"Okay." Furong smiled slightly, which made several boys beside her excited: "Do you still want to eat this plate of mixed fish soup?"

"Please." Harry moved the soup over.

"See you later." Fleur waved and turned back to the Gryffindor table.

Then, just as Harry was about to continue eating, a hand reached out to him.

Draco grabbed Harry and stared at him.

"Tell me! Who the hell are you, you damned fellow? You two actually know each other?!"

At the Gryffindor table, Fleur placed the fish soup in front of Gabrielle and said in French, "Eat it, glutton."

"Sister, is he Pete?"

"Yes." Furong was also a little embarrassed: "It's my own fault for not speaking good English. When the professor and the others called him Pete, I thought it was a nickname or something else."

"I said yes." Gabrielle picked up a piece of fish and put it into her mouth: "It's you who doesn't believe me, sister. Mr. Lucifer said it all."

As an adult and a child were talking, a somewhat nervous male voice appeared opposite them.

Ron calmed himself down as much as possible and asked, "Do you know Harry?"

"Oh, yes." Furong nodded. "We met in France, and later went to the professor's castle several times."

Gabrielle loves playing with Mr. Lucifer.

bang-

Hermione accidentally spilled the wine glass. She waved her wand quickly, then looked at Fleur in surprise: "You guys went to the castle?"

"Of course." Fleur nodded, looking at the little witch opposite her. After thinking for a moment, she seemed to understand something. She turned to look at Ron and said, "Potter should have many admirers here."

Hermione remembered that she was challenged because of this during the dueling competition two years ago.

"That's true." Ron tried his best not to look at Fleur. He couldn't bear the sight of that pretty face and was afraid that he would reveal more flaws.

"That's amazing." Fleur propped her cheek with her hand, looked around, and said vaguely: "But Potter brother is so outstanding, it's only natural that he is popular in school."