#710 - I, Horus, will remember this grudge!

The school bus pulled up in front of the gates of Hogwarts, and Peter and the others disembarked.

Harry and Hermione noticed a boy they didn't recognize among those getting off the bus.

Watching Horus, with his short hair, curiously looking around, Harry asked Hermione in surprise, "Hermione, do you know that boy?"

"No, of course I don't. It's not like I've been living on Mr. Peter's farm all the time, and Mark hasn't even invited me over recently."

Hermione said to Harry, a little annoyed.

She hadn't fully recovered from the shock of Mark suddenly having several 'aunties'.

"Harry, Ron, and Miss Granger."

Peter greeted the three after getting off the bus.

Seeing Peter greet her, Hermione immediately perked up and ran over quickly.

Ron watched Hermione run towards Peter like a fawn, speechless.

He whispered to Harry, "Hermione is always so eager, but I'm afraid Mr. Peter just sees her as a regular fan."

Harry watched Hermione happily chatting with Peter and shrugged. "You never know. Mr. Peter has saved Hermione more than once. He's a good person."

"Alright."

Ron plastered a smile on his face, preparing to go over and greet Peter.

But he quickly heard exclamations from around him, "Look, it's the representatives from Beauxbatons!"

"Where?"

Hearing that the Beauxbatons representatives had arrived, Ron immediately became interested.

"There!"

A sixth-year student shouted at him, pointing to the sky above the Forbidden Forest.

Peter was also drawn in by the sudden commotion. He looked up at the sky and saw a behemoth rapidly approaching.

The gigantic object sped across the deep blue sky, heading towards the castle.

"It's a dragon!"

Boom thought it was a dragon flying over.

"Don't talk nonsense, Boom, that's not a dragon, it's a house flying!"

Wei retorted to Boom's words.

Wei's guess was closer.

When the dark, enormous object swept over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and was illuminated by the lights from the castle windows, everyone saw a pink and blue carriage flying towards them.

A huge house, pulled by twelve winged horses, soared through the air.

The horses were all silver-maned, each about the size of an elephant.

With a loud "Bang!"

Neville, in the student ranks, jumped back in fright, stepping on the foot of a Slytherin fifth-year student.

The horses' hooves thudded on the ground, each as large as a dinner plate.

In the blink of an eye, the carriage landed on the ground.

Gwen looked at the carriage in disbelief, watching the golden horses shaking their huge heads, their fiery red eyes darting around.

Tom squinted, looking at the decorations on the carriage.

An emblem (two golden crossed wands) was printed on the carriage door. Under the gaze of Tom and the others, a figure slowly emerged from within.

A young man in a pale blue robe jumped down from the carriage, bent over, and opened a golden spiral staircase.

Afterward, the young man respectfully jumped back. Tom, with a slightly surprised expression, saw a glittering black high-heeled shoe emerge from the carriage.

The shoe alone was as big as a child's sled!

Following that, a woman appeared from inside the carriage.

The size of the woman emerging from the carriage was so immense that Tom swore she was the largest woman he had ever seen in his life.

No wonder the carriage and the silver-maned horses were so large.

Tom quickly understood the reason.

The others standing beside Tom, Boom and Mark, were all shocked and gasped.

Mark had only ever seen one person with a build comparable to the woman in front of him, and that was Hagrid from the gamekeeper's hut.

He suspected that Hagrid and this woman were almost the same size, with little difference even if there was any.

As the enormous woman approached the crowd, Mark and the others noticed that she had a handsome face with olive skin, and possessed watery eyes and a pointed nose.

The woman was covered from head to toe in black satin, and wore dazzling, mesmerizing gemstone ornaments on her neck and thick fingers.

Just then, Dumbledore came out of the Great Hall. Seeing the enormous woman, he paused for a moment, then turned his gaze to Peter and his group.

After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately walked over to Peter first to greet him.

"Mr. Patrick, welcome you and your family to Hogwarts."

"I hope I haven't disturbed you, Mr. Dumbledore."

Peter shook his hand.

"No, of course not. On behalf of Hogwarts, I welcome you and your family at any time."

Dumbledore glanced at little Horus inconspicuously, then quickly withdrew his gaze.

After saying a few words to Peter, Dumbledore excused himself and walked towards the enormous woman.

A dozen female students emerged from the carriage behind the woman, standing behind her with wary expressions.

Ron was stunned by the aura emanating from the female students.

"They're so beautiful!"

Especially outstanding was the ice-cold beauty standing at the front, a girl with deep blue eyes, long, cascading silver hair, and very neat, white teeth.

Ron was immediately captivated.

Hermione said to Ron, "I know her. I inquired in advance about the other schools' participants in the Triwizard Tournament. She's Fleur, and she has Veela blood."

"What's a Veela?"

"Veela are described as exquisitely beautiful women with moonlit skin and golden-white hair that flies behind them even without wind. They are believed to come from Bulgaria."

"Their appearance, especially their dance, has a highly seductive and hypnotic effect on almost everyone who is attracted to them. Men mesmerized by the Veela dance become irrational and willing to do anything to get close to the Veela, after which the Veela can manipulate them at will."

Listening to Hermione's explanation, Ron swallowed nervously, "That's indeed a bit scary."

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On the other side.

"Madam Maxime, welcome to Hogwarts."

"Dumbledore," Madam Maxime said to him in a deep voice, "I hope you are well."

Then she cast a suspicious glance at Peter and asked, "Those don't look like Durmstrang students?"

She thought that Peter and his children were students and teachers from another school—Durmstrang.

"Uh..."

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, then said to her, "They are not from Durmstrang. That is Peter Patrick, a friend of mine, and his children are among the most outstanding students at Hogwarts."

"Oh, how surprising!"

Madam Maxime cast her gaze on Peter, as well as Raven and the others standing beside him with their extraordinary auras.

Fleur also curiously glanced at Peter.

Dumbledore was conversing with Madam Maxime when a strange sound suddenly arose.

Everyone listened carefully.

A bizarre sound floated towards them from the darkness.

It was like a suppressed "rumbling" sound, or like a giant vacuum cleaner moving rapidly along the riverbed.

"It's in the lake!"

Ron was the first to notice something was wrong. He shouted and pointed to the lake, saying to Harry and the others, "Look there!"

Standing on the slope of the lawn, everyone could clearly see the calm, dark surface of the water.

At this moment, the surface of the water suddenly became restless.

There seemed to be a huge commotion underwater in the center of the lake, with the surface constantly churning.

Then, in the very center of the lake, a huge whirlpool appeared.

A dark, mast-like object slowly rose from the whirlpool in the astonished gazes of the crowd.

Afterward, a magnificent ship emerged from the water, glittering in the moonlight.

The ship looked very strange, like the remains of a shipwreck that had just been salvaged.

Dim, misty lights flickered near the portholes.

After the ship fully emerged, it rocked on the undulating surface of the water, heading towards Hogwarts School.

Once the ship stopped, a man in a fur cloak stepped out and greeted Dumbledore warmly.

"Dumbledore, my dear old friend, how are you?"

"Very well, thank you, Professor Karkaroff."

After exchanging pleasantries, Dumbledore invited Professor Karkaroff and his students into the Great Hall.

However, along the way, Madam Maxime and Professor Karkaroff kept glancing at Peter.

Could it be that the Triwizard Tournament had invited a fourth champion?

They both felt that the "students" following behind Peter didn't seem like ordinary people at all.

At the banquet, little Horus sat next to Peter, with Dumbledore sitting to his left.

"What's this? Emperor Daddy."

Little Horus pointed to a large plate next to the steak, which looked like a seafood medley, and asked Peter in a low voice.

"French bouillabaisse."

Peter replied without changing his expression.

Raven quietly leaned over and said to him, "It's French cuisine. I've had it before, it tastes good."

Little Horus, believing her, immediately enthusiastically scooped some onto his plate.

But after taking a bite, Horus's face turned into a "Nine Turns Intestine meme".

Raven, watching Horus, who had been deceived by her, almost spit it out, coughed softly, and said to him in a low voice, "Sorry, I forgot to tell you that most people can't stand the taste."

Horus didn't say anything, bitterly looking at his dad, who was pretending not to see anything, and "gulped" down the food in his mouth.

This 'revenge'... I, Horus, have written it down!

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

Dumbledore stood up and said to the crowd, "Now, I have a very important matter to announce."