The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

On the evening of October 30th, the representatives of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang finally arrived at Hogwarts. Although they had only traveled a few days, the students had been looking forward to this day for two whole months.

That day was Friday, and the last class in the afternoon ended half an hour early. The students gathered in the open space in front of the castle and lined up to welcome him.

The Beauxbatons team descended from the sky in a huge carriage that was as big as a house. Twelve elephant-sized silver-maned horses stretched their wings and pulled the carriage into the air, passing by the Forbidden Forest and the new campus building, and finally landed at the welcoming In front of the crowd.

The sudden strong waves of air blew away the wizard hats of many students. The students in the front row couldn't help but take two steps back, fearing that the carriage would hit them. Imagine the tragic scene, it is definitely a traffic accident that is one of the worst in the magic world.

An epic meeting between the British and the French. However, the relationship between the wizarding world of the two countries is much better than that of the Muggle world. There is no sarcasm when meeting, no ridicule behind the scenes, no stabbing each other when encountering difficulties, and no stumbling blocks when working together. It’s true. It can be said that the two sides of the Taiwan Strait are one family. It's a pity that a certain man named Lin didn't see the British-French friendship that he cherished so much.

A huge woman stepped out of the carriage. Her physique was on par with the hybrid giant Hagrid. If an ordinary woman was Santana, then this Principal Maxim would definitely be considered a Tiger tank. Of course, she is not obese. On the contrary, if scaled down, she is still a beauty with a good figure and well-proportioned lines. It can be said that she has the body of a tank, but does not have the chassis of a tank.

"Dear Madam Maxime," Dumbledore stepped forward and kissed the hand, "Welcome to Hogwarts."

"Is Karkaroff here?" the headmistress said clearly, with a low tone and a strange French accent.

"Could come any time."

The Beauxbatons students stepped out of the car one after another. Lind, who was standing next to Dumbledore, slightly poked his head over the oversized Madame Maxime to look at the students from Europe. He had long heard that there was a half-breed Veela in Beauxbatons whose appearance was so iconic that it could make people fascinated, so he paid more attention to the students who specially wore turbans on their faces.

"Who is this?" Maxim noticed Lind, who was side by side with Dumbledore. If he was a professor, he was too young, and the professors were all standing behind Dumbledore.

"Lind, or as the English custom dictates, De Lin. Whatever you want to call him."

Linde nodded in greeting. He was not going to kiss Madam Maxime's palm, although it was a very beautiful hand covered with jewels. It was slender and fair, like a white pancake. It was really more beautiful than Linde's face. big.

Dumbledore said happily: "He is last year's graduate and my favorite student. Perhaps you have heard that De Lin's research results were published in "Transfiguration Today" and he also received the Order of Merlin."

"Oh, I've heard that Delin's Essence Transfiguration is a wonderful innovation. Some people have compared you to Merlin at the end of the twentieth century. I'm really jealous of Dumbledore."

Although people are more afraid of being famous than pigs are afraid of being strong, Linde doesn't mind enjoying the praise that fame brings, and it always brings a good mood.

It is undoubtedly cold in northern England in October, and everyone is waiting for Durmstrang's representative team in the cold wind.

Ms. Maxim looked at the new Hogwarts school building with an intriguing expression, and said softly: "It's been a long time since I came here. It seems a little different here?"

"It's just a small change." Dumbledore said with a cup of tea. "The campus of Beauxbatons College is truly unforgettable."

"Come on."

As time passed, the moon hung high in the sky, and the students were as cold as grandchildren.

While they were chatting, a strange gurgling sound came from the black lake. The crowd cast their gazes, and the calm lake surface suddenly began to swell. Then, a long mast broke through the water, and then, an eerie old-fashioned wooden boat emerged from the water. rise down.

Linde smiled and said, "Pirates of the Caribbean are coming."

Dumbledore, an old man born in the Victorian era, smiled slightly when he heard this.

The headmaster of Durmstrang was also an old guy with white hair, but he gave off a more gloomy and scheming vibe. The two of them shook hands warmly, and Lind couldn't help but think of the meeting between Gandalf and Saruman. Yes, They are all the same insincere words, and they are all the same secret jabs and jabs.

He especially noticed that Dumbledore's hand turned white when he held it. This palm had about 80% of Modi's skill, and it was really difficult for both of them to hold it.

Of course, Durmstrang's principal did not have the guts to compete head-on with Dumbledore, as the two sides' status in the world was quite different.

"Karkaroff, you are finally here. Please come to the auditorium, let's sit down and warm up."

Whether it was the representatives from the two schools who came from afar, or the poor children of Hogwarts who waited from dusk until dark, they were all so hungry that their chests pressed against their backs.

Today, a meal was carefully prepared in the auditorium, and the chattering students at the table were all talking about the upcoming Goblet of Fire competition.

Another day later, in the same auditorium, Harry Potter would perform what it means to be an army of one, but at this time it was still calm.

Linde finally got his wish and met the mixed-blood Veela named Fleur Delacour. In terms of appearance, there was nothing to say.

Veela is a magical creature with powerful charm and silver hair. It is a special attack on the Chinese.

When Lind saw this girl, he was thinking of Millicent and missed her ten thousand ways. The appearance of beauties is always the same, but their mood is unique.

"She is the warrior of Beauxbatons." A young wizard murmured.

"how do you know?"

"She looks so good, she must be a warrior."

"Does good-looking mean you must be good?" The little witch puffed up her face with anger and kicked the man hard.

"Ouch." The guy who was kicked had red hair, his surname was Weasley, and his name was Ron.

Harry's eyes lingered on Fleur's cheek for a while, and then he lowered his head to eat as if nothing had happened.

"How are you doing, are you confident in defeating her?" Ron asked softly.

"Um."

Lily also noticed Fleur at the staff seat. Later, when she went to visit James in the White Tower, she told her husband about it.

"Sounds like a good girl. Would Harry like this?"

"Do you have an idea?"

"No." James shrugged guiltily and sighed, "It's a pity that our son is under the age of seventeen, so I'm afraid he won't be able to participate in the Goblet of Fire."

"There will be a way." - None of them said this.

In the faculty seat, Grindelwald locked his eyes on Durmstrang's representative and gently shook his wine glass. The young man named Viktor Krum shivered inexplicably. (End of chapter)