Chapter 242 Half-blood Veela

Rolf escaped Professor Hicks's disaster, but not the other.

Compared to Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, there are not many students from Infermony who came to Hogwarts. They can be counted on one hand.

But when Rolf saw the young boy with blond hair, a strong physique and a funny moustache in the lead, his whole body became excited and he kept sneaking behind Cedric.

However, Luo Fei's position had long been exposed by Professor Hicks. The student from Yinfa Mori saw Luo Fei at a glance and walked over with a smile.

"Ah, it's been such a long time no see, Luo Fe!" he said very boldly.

Cedric was held in front of him by Rove, and he was not sure whether the boy in front of him had good intentions or wanted to harm Rove, so he had no choice but to dutifully protect Rove behind him and fulfill his obligations as a prefect.

"I'm sorry, this classmate of Yinfa Mori, I am Cedric Diggory, the prefect of Hufflepuff." He said politely, "I want to ask, what do you want from Rolf?" Something?"

To Cedric's expectation, this muscular wizard with a mustache was unexpectedly easy to talk to.

"Oh, it's nice to meet you, Prefect Diggory." He smiled and held out his hand to Cedric. "I'm John Kowalski. I'm Rolf's cousin. My grandmother and Rolf's grandmother. They are sisters."

"Hello, Mr. Kowalski." Cedric shook hands with John, then turned to look at Rolf, "Rolf, is this your cousin?"

Rolf didn't want to admit it, but under John's smiling eyes, he couldn't say any words to deny it, so he nodded reluctantly.

However, his admission confused Cedric.

"I want to know if... there is any problem between you two cousins?" he asked.

"Nothing, the relationship between the two of us has always been very good." John said with a smile, "It's just that this kid seems to be a little guilty recently and dare not face me. Am I right, Rolf?"

Rolf said nothing.

John didn't take it seriously, and then said to Cedric: "I originally wanted to train Rolf to take over my class and become the president of the student union after Infermony, but instead he went to Hogwarts... so he I feel guilty!"

Cedric thought about it carefully and made a judgment secretly.

So he nodded and moved away from Luo Fu who was hiding behind him.

"You two brothers, it's better to resolve your matters among yourselves." He glanced at Luo Fe with sympathy.

Rolf was shocked. But without Cedric's obstruction, he was immediately caught by his strong cousin, held by his shoulders and pushed towards Hogwarts Castle.

Now, all the people from the last magic school have arrived, and the "greeters" of Hogwarts finally no longer have to stand like logs in the cold lake wind, and returned to the auditorium shivering one by one.

Harry and the others walked to the Gryffindor table and sat down, while Ron sat on the side facing the door because Krum and his Durmstrang alumni were still gathered at the door, seemingly trying to Not allowed where they should sit.

Led by John Kowalski, the president of the student union, the students of Infermony naturally sat at Hufflepuff's long table, and a group of people surrounded the lonely Rove.

Harry silently observed two seconds of silence for this good friend who once went on adventures together...

Otherwise, the Beauxbatons students quickly took their seats at the smallest and quietest Ravenclaw table.

After they sat down, they looked around the auditorium with gloomy expressions on their faces. It seemed that Hogwarts did not meet their imagination. Three of the students had scarves and bandanas wrapped tightly around their heads.

"It's not that cold." Hermione glanced at them and said dissatisfied, "Why don't they wear cloaks?"

"Here! Come and sit here!" However, Ron didn't notice what Hermione was saying at all, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Here! Hermione, move over a little bit, make some room -"

"What?"

"Oh, it's too late!" Ron said regretfully.

Viktor Krum and his fellow Durmstrang alumni were already seated at Slytherin's table.

Draco Malfoy and his two lackeys, Crabbe and Goyle were very proud of themselves. Malfoy even stood up and leaned forward to talk to Krum.

"Ah, yes, Malfoy is fawning over him." Ron said sharply, "I bet Krum can see what kind of person he is at a glance... I dare say there are people around Krum wherever he goes. Please him, flatter him..."

"Where do you think they will sleep? We can provide him with a bed in our dormitory, Harry...I am willing to give him my bed and I will sleep on the camp bed."

Hermione snorted.

"They look much happier than the Beauxbatons gang." Harry commented cogently.

Durmstrang's students took off their fur cloaks and looked up at the dark, starlit ceiling with interest. Two of the students also picked up the golden plates and goblets and held them carefully, obviously very interested.

Over there at the staff table, janitor Filch was adding a few chairs. For today's grand occasion, he put on a moldy old tuxedo.

Harry was surprised to see that he had added five more chairs, two to the left of Dumbledore's main seat and three to the right.

It's a bit strange to say that Filch's physical fitness seems to be not as good as before. He used to be able to chase the little wizard on the night tour all night, but now he is tired and out of breath after moving five chairs.

"But there are only three more professors," Harry said doubtfully. "Why did Filch bring out four chairs? Who else will come?"

"Huh?" Ron replied coyly, still staring at Krum longingly.

After all the students entered the auditorium and took their seats at the tables in their respective houses, the faculty and staff also walked in and filed over to the guest of honor seat to sit down.

At the end were Dumbledore, Professor Hicks, Karkaroff and Madame Maxime.

Beauxbatons' school rules seemed to be very strict. As soon as the Beauxbatons students saw their principal appearing, they stood up quickly and did not dare to sit down when the principal was standing.

Seeing this scene, several young wizards at Hogwarts couldn't help laughing. But the Beauxbatons representatives did not look embarrassed at all, and they did not sit down again until Madame Maxime sat down on Dumbledore's left hand side.

Dumbledore did not sit down, but stood in front of his seat and waited for the auditorium to gradually quiet down.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and especially our distinguished guests," Dumbledore looked at the students from other schools with a smile. "It is with great joy that I welcome you. To Hogwarts. I hope and trust that you will feel comfortable and happy here."

A Beauxbatons girl still wrapped her scarf tightly around her cheek and let out a sneer that was undoubtedly questioning.

"No one forced you to stay!" Hermione muttered in a low voice.

At this time, a familiar voice suddenly came to her ears:

"The hardware facilities at Beauxbatons are indeed much better than those at Hogwarts. It's normal for them to look down upon them."

Hermione turned around and saw Dracula standing beside him with a chuckle, looking at the Beauxbatons girls with their faces covered with interest.

"Professor Dracula?" Hermione asked in surprise, "I thought you should be on the professor's chair now?"

"It was originally like this, but Potter cooperated well with me before. I think I should give him a reward." Dracula said, "I may forget it in a few minutes, so why not give it to him directly."

As he spoke, he took out a small object from his pocket and threw it to Harry.

"Professor, this is..." Harry caught the little thing, but couldn't tell what it was.

"Oh, I just suddenly got some creativity and made a portable hand lamp." Dracula glanced at Harry's forehead and said with interest, "It has a little magic attached to it. When the light shines on a certain When the light shines on the lamp, people around will unconsciously look towards the place where the light shines.”

"For example, when you meet Klum head-on, in order not to be overshadowed by him, you can use this hand light to shine on your forehead, so that other people's attention will be diverted to your scars. Come up here. Make sure it’s practical!”

Harry couldn't help but cover his face.

This kind of operation is too shameful...

"Professor, you just said that the hardware facilities at Beauxbatons are better than Hogwarts. Is this true?" Hermione gave full play to the characteristics of a curious baby and asked like a classroom question.

"Of course, after all, they are much richer than Hogwarts." Dracula chuckled, "Nico Flamel is the alchemy master that Potter and Weiss chatted with remotely before. He is the master of cloth." Governor of Sparton.”

"As you know, Nico has a magic stone that can turn anything into gold, and he has too much money to spend. So every year he donates a large sum of Galleons to Beauxbatons, giving the school the confidence to do so every few days. It will undergo a major renovation every year.”

"I have visited there several times. Their school is really beautiful... at least it's not like Hogwarts, which relies on a few stingy pure-blood families and a small amount of alumni donations to barely keep running. The school can’t compare.”

"Then they can't look down on Hogwarts, right?" Hermione was still a little angry.

"Indeed. But according to the characters of these little guys, not taunting them is considered a good endurance."

Dracula smiled and left the Gryffindor table and returned to his seat in the professor's chair. Hermione, Harry and Ron were left sitting in their seats blankly, wondering why Professor Dracula changed his mind. It’s so easy to talk.

At the same time, Dumbledore’s speech also came to an end——

"The Four-wizard Tournament will officially begin at the end of the banquet." Dumbledore said, "I now invite everyone to eat and drink as much as you would at home!"

Then he sat down and chatted happily with Professor Hicks on his right. From time to time, he smiled and glanced at the embarrassed Rolf who was surrounded by a group of Yinfamouni students.

The plates in front of the little wizards were piled with food as usual.

The house elves in the kitchen seemed to be trying their best. The dishes today were more abundant than usual, and a variety of dishes were placed in front of them, some of which were definitely foreign.

"What's that?" Ron asked.

He pointed to a large plate of what looked like a seafood smorgasbord next to a large steak and a cup of pudding.

"French fish soup," Hermione said.

"Is it for those Beauxbatons people?" Ron asked.

"It should be." Hermione nodded and said, "This is French food. I had it during the summer vacation the year before last. It tasted very delicious."

"It's you, our know-it-all lady." Ron joked noncommittally, then served himself some black pudding.

It turns out that the British little wizards are not too interested in French cuisine, and no one touched the plate of French fish soup for a long time.

At this moment, a voice said: "Excuse me, do you still want to eat this plate of mixed fish soup?"

It was the Beauxbatons girl who laughed when Dumbledore spoke just now.

At this point, she finally took off her scarf.

She has a long waterfall-like silver hair hanging down to her waist, and a beautiful and charming face with a pair of big blue eyes and a set of white and neat teeth.

Ron's face turned red all of a sudden, and he stared at her blankly. He opened his mouth to answer, but he only made some strange little sounds, as if his throat was stuck.

"Okay, you take it." Harry said for Ron and pushed the plate to the girl.

"Have you finished eating?" the girl asked.

"It's finished," Ron said with difficulty, a little out of breath, "It's finished, it's delicious."

The girl carefully carried the plate and walked to the Ravenclaw table. Ron was still staring at the girl with wide eyes, as if he had never seen a female classmate before.

Harry laughed cheerfully, his laughter finally bringing Ron back to his senses.

"She's a Veela!" Ron said hoarsely to Harry.

"Definitely not!" Hermione said through gritted teeth as she poked the steak in front of her with her fork, "I didn't see anyone staring at her like an idiot!"

She wasn't quite right.

When the girl walked through the auditorium, many boys turned their heads to look at her, and several of them seemed to have become speechless for a while, just like Ron.

'This is a half-Veela. ’ Hermione thought to herself.

She suddenly realized why Professor Dracula said that before - Veela's temper was indeed not very good. At the previous Quidditch World Cup, Veela, the mascot of Bulgaria, almost got into a fight with the mascot of Ireland.

Hermione looked at Dracula's long silver hair, which was brighter than that girl's, and suddenly felt that she had discovered something extraordinary.

Could it be that Professor Dracula is also a half-Veela...?

"That girl is really extraordinary!" Ron on the side didn't know what Hermione was thinking. He just said that while turning sideways so that he could still see clearly in the direction of the girl, "Hogwarts There are no such beautiful people!”

"The girls at Hogwarts are not bad either." Harry said without hesitation.

He subconsciously followed Ron's gaze to the long Ravenclaw table and saw Qiu Zhang with silky black hair sitting not far away from the silver-haired girl.

Harry's gaze paused, then he suddenly shook his head with laughter and turned his gaze back to the Gryffindor table.

He saw Ginny sitting not far away staring at him longingly. When she noticed his gaze, she blushed and lowered her head.

Yes, the girls at Hogwarts are pretty good too.

Not just Ravenclaw girls, but Gryffindors as well.

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