The Son of Light of the Snake House

The Hogwarts students were following Durmstrom's delegation up the stone steps one by one.

Only then did Daniel realize that Draco was stomping excitedly beside him.

"You shook hands with him!" Draco muttered, "See that Weasley guy's expression? He's so envious!"

Daniel expressed doubts: "I remember you don't like the Bulgarian team?"

"I really don't like it." Draco raised his head: "Because the Bulgarian team is a bunch of idiots except for Krum! But Krum is one of the best Seekers in the world!"

He paused, then changed his tone: "Did you bring your pen?"

"Here." Daniel reached out and took out an oil-based pen from his sleeve.

"Wait a minute, I have to ask for his autograph!" Draco squeezed the pen tightly: "I don't know if he would like to sign it on my handkerchief!"

When they were finally able to return to the warmth of the Great Hall, Beauxbatons' classmates had already taken their seats at the Ravenclaw table.After they sat down, they looked around the auditorium with sullen expressions on their faces.Three of the students still had their heads tightly wrapped in scarves and headscarves.

"Since it's cold, why don't you wear thicker clothes! Are you showing how different you are?" Pansy expressed her dissatisfaction as she sat down, "Idiots."

"Maybe they just didn't expect Britain's temperate maritime climate." Daniel said casually, then looked up again.Just happened to meet Viktor who was standing at the door hesitating.

Viktor Krum seemed to be the leader of Durmstrang. He looked around, ignored Gryffindor's wave, and led his classmates straight to Slytherin's long hall. Near the table, they sat down one by one.

Crabbe and Goyle excitedly made faces across the two long tables with Ron. He was the one who tried to invite Viktor to sit there, but Viktor ignored him.

"Ahem." Draco deliberately coughed twice from the side: "You are that Viktor Krum, right? I also went to watch the Quidditch match that day, and you didn't seem to play very well." OK……"

Daniel: ...

Viktor: ...

Daniel sighed helplessly. He knew that Draco, as long as he was nervous and wanted to make friends with people, he would open his mouth to satirize others. The specific case was Harry Potter. Adjustment, the two of them should have an inseparable relationship now-of course, it's not much better now.

Facing the angry eyes of the Durmstrang students, Daniel had no choice but to reach out and cover Draco's mouth: "This guy is saying hello to you."

"Uh! Uh!" Draco struggled several times.

"He's always been like this, he doesn't speak much, I'm sorry, he didn't offend you, he just, cough." Daniel grabbed the oil-based pen on Draco's table with his other hand, Handed it to Viktor.

"He just wants to ask you for an autograph, but he's too embarrassed to tell you."

Draco struggled faster, and the base of his ears turned red quickly, probably because he struggled too hard and lacked oxygen?

With a cold face, Viktor lowered his head slightly, and saw the white palm in front of him holding a black oil-based pen.

He raised his head again and glanced at Daniel, who laughed awkwardly twice, and crushed Draco's foot hard.

It's all your fault for talking nonsense!

Viktor paused for a moment, then grabbed the pen, groped to pull the cap off, paused for a moment, then pointed the black nib at the target, and stroked down.

ViktorKrum, the black writing appeared smoothly on the fair skin.

He wrote his name on Daniel's palm.

Slytherin students: ?

Durmstrang classmates: ?

Daniel: "? I want you to sign it on the handkerchief... so why did you write it on my hand? How can it be preserved like this?"

I don't want an autograph, so how can I give it to Draco.

Viktor Krum's black face, which has been exposed to the wind and sun for many years, turned suspiciously red, so quickly that people thought he had misread it. He turned around as if he hadn't heard, and folded his fur coat Hanging on the back of the chair, revealing the blood-red Durmstrang robe inside, he began to look up at the star-studded ceiling again.

...............

After all the students had entered the auditorium and took their seats at their respective house tables, the staff came in and they filed over to the guest seats and took their seats.The last ones were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime.The auditorium gradually became quiet.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and -- especially -- distinguished guests," said Dumbledore, smiling at the foreign students, "with great joy I welcome you all. To Hogwarts. I hope and trust that you will be comfortable and happy here."

A Beauxbatons girl still wrapped her head tightly in a scarf gave a sneer that was no doubt sarcastic.

Pansy made a huge sound of disgust, she never liked this kind of person.

"The Tournament will officially begin at the end of the banquet," said Dumbledore. "I now invite everyone to eat and drink as much as they like at home!"

He sat down, and Karkaroff immediately moved forward to talk to him.

The plates in front of them were again piled high with food as usual.The house-elves in the kitchen seem to be pulling out all the stops.Many dishes with flavors that they have never seen before appeared on the table, which looked very good.

Some of Durmstrang's students were studying Hogwarts' gold-rimmed plates, while others were feasting on them.Until there was an unusual gasp from Gryffindor.

The laughing Beauxbatons girl had removed her hood, revealing long cascading silver hair.She has a pair of big blue eyes and a set of white teeth. When the girl walked through the auditorium, many boys turned their heads to look at her, and some of them seemed to be unable to speak for a while.

Daniel heard Viktor beside him hum indifferently.

When the golden plates were being scrubbed again, Dumbledore stood up again.A mixture of excitement and tension seemed to pervade the auditorium.

"The time has finally come," said Dumbledore, smiling at the sullen faces. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. I'd like to explain a few words before I bring the box in—"

Box?

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The author has something to say:

This wave, this wave is Viktor's strike zone (bushi)

Draco: I didn't expect that you, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would play tricks!

Old Barty Crouch wasn't dead yet.