This Hogwarts isn't normal.

A magnificent ship rose from the waters of the Black Lake and shone brightly in the moonlight.

It looks weird, like a skeleton, like the remains of a newly salvaged shipwreck.

The porthole was shining with a dim and misty glimmer, looking like the eyes of a ghost.

Accompanied by the sound of splashing water, the big ship completely emerged, jogging on the undulating lake surface, and began to sail towards the shore.

A moment later, the teachers and students of Hogwarts heard a plop, an anchor was thrown into the shallow water, and then another snap, a wooden board was placed on the lake shore.

The people inside the boat were getting ashore, and you could see the shadows reflected by the lights when people passed through the porthole.

They are basically all big guys, even bigger than those of Crab and Gower.

They walked along the lawn and were illuminated by the light from the foyer.

It turns out that the reason why they look big is that everyone is wearing a thick fur cloak.

The man walking in front was a little different. The fur of his cloak was silver-white, soft and smooth, much like his hair.

"Dumbledore!" the man shouted enthusiastically after walking up the slope, "My dear old man, how are you?"

Dumbledore came forward and responded loudly as he walked: "Great! Thank you, Professor Kakarov."

Kakarov quickly walked into the lights shot from the castle foyer, and the students could finally see his tall and thin figure.

His white hair was short, his goatee did not completely cover his chin, and his beard had small curls on his ends.

Dumbledore stopped in front of him, who enthusiastically stretched out his hands and held them over.

"Dear old guy." Kakarov, who was smiling, showed a mouthful of yellow teeth.

He looked up at the castle, "Hogwarts, it's amazing."

Even though he was smiling on his face, his eyes were not smiling at all, "It's great to be here, it's great."

He looked back and waved to a tall man, "Wickdor, come and warm up."

Then he turned his head and looked back, "Don't you mind, Dumbledore? Wickdor has a little cold."

Wickdor?

Hermione twitched the corner of her mouth.

The two names Vincent and Wickdor both have the meaning of Conqueror and Victor in Latin, and Crab's name is also Vincent.

There is also a Duke of Vincent de Tefeller-Piccoquit in history who cast a concealed curse on his neck and pretended that he had been beheaded and thus escaped the hang.

Vincent is not a rare name, and this Wickdore may not be that Wickdore.

The tall man walked forward and Hermione could clearly see a striking hooked nose and two thick and black eyebrows.

Maybe it just looks like it?

Ron behind her poked Harry in the arm next to her hard, "Harry, look, it's Crum!"

Hermione's mouth twitched wildly.

The world is so small that you can even meet in school.

She hurriedly looked at Vincent.

Those who are kind and delightful should not hit others.

unless……

"I can't believe it!" Ron behind her said in an exaggerated tone, "It's Krum! Wickdor Krum!"

Hermione glanced back and said, "What's the point of fuss? He's just a Quidditch player."

Ron was stunned, "Is it just a Quidditch player?"

Harry next to him nodded in agreement, "Yes, there's nothing to make a fuss about."

Ron looked at Harry who kept winking himself, "He is the world's number one finder. I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon, and I didn't expect that he was still a student."

"Ho ho--" Hermione laughed dryly, "Ron, there are many things that can surprise you in this world. Do you have to be so exaggerated every time?"

Ron remembered that she knew Krum, but later he went to see the award ceremony and did not gossip about the relationship between the two like everyone else.

Now he saw Harry still winking himself, and suddenly realized that the relationship between the two was not simple.

At this moment, Dumbledore and Kakarov ended the conversation and walked into the castle side by side.

Hogwarts students and Demstrong's delegation followed each other.

At the forefront are Vincent and Krum.

Hermione also walked into the castle, while Harry and Ron, who were behind, whispered.

"What!?"

"Shh-" Harry lowered his voice, "Did you not pay attention to the way Clum looked at Hermione at that time? Also, haven't George and Fred told you about this?"

Ron also lowered his voice, "No, this is just Hermione's side. Maybe Crum didn't mean that to her at all, but she would have misunderstood it."

The two walked through the foyer to the auditorium.

Li Zheng jumped up and down on tiptoe, as if he wanted to see Krum's back more clearly.

Several senior girls were rummaging in their pockets as they walked madly.

"Oh, I can't believe it, why don't I even carry a quill?"

"You said, would he sign my hat with lipstick?"

Ron flipped his pockets, "Harry, do you bring a quill? I will definitely not miss his signature again this time."

Harry shook his head helplessly, "Ron, let's talk about what happened just now."

He walked to the Gryffindor long table, "If it were you, would you give the Golden Snitch of the World Cup final to a girl you don't like? Then after being rejected, you will still be in front of a group of strangers. Will you go to her alone?”

"Uh... Didn't Krum say that the Golden Snitch is a souvenir?" Although Ron felt a little strange, he still said confidently: "Hermione has helped Krum. If I were to do so, I would definitely find a way to thank her. , but she doesn't appreciate it."

Harry shook his heavy little head and sat down at the long table.

He thought he was already straight enough, but he didn't expect that Ron was the straight man among straight men, who was simply a straight man with advanced cancer.

"Ron, I think you need to improve your emotional intelligence."

"Emotional Intelligence?" Ron sat next to him with confusion, "I know IQ, what the hell is EQ?"

Harry took a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling with some hopelessness.

"Emotional intelligence...Ron, you can go to Hermione, she has read a lot of books on this before."

Ron curled his lips, "Look for her? Forget it, I think I'm pretty good now."

After saying that, he turned his head to the entrance of the auditorium.

The delegation of Boothbaton and Demstrong were looking at four long tables, as if considering which one to choose to sit.

Harry shook his heavy little head again.

He looked at Ron with anticipation and suddenly felt tired.

But who told them to be friends? He decided to borrow a few books from Hermione after the banquet.

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