Chapter 708 Durmstrang

The little badgers looked at the guy who was speaking in bewilderment. They recalled the legend about the fire dragon in the book and couldn't help but tremble.

Professor Grapeland left, leaving behind a legend.

The little badgers were about to cry, so why did they ask so much out of curiosity? Now they couldn't look directly at Professor Graplan. As soon as they saw her, they would think of a beautiful woman like Chun Li, and they would roar and grow long. With a side kick, the fire dragon flew out like a rocket with "ohhhh~".

The image is so hard to remove...

Hufflepuff's little badgers have indescribable expressions, perfectly interpreting the wise saying that curiosity killed the cat.

Ms. Maxim chatted with Dumbley for a while, and then led her students into Hogwarts Castle, with no intention of waiting for the Durmstrang team.

As the hosts, the little wizards of Hogwarts could only follow behind the principal, shivering in the cold wind, and looking forward to the early arrival of Durmstrang and his party.

They looked up at the sky eagerly, hoping that another black shadow would fall from the sky, even a fire dragon, as long as they could get inside to warm up.

The autumn wind carries the fallen leaves, whirling and flying in front of the little wizards. The scene is very appropriate for the occasion.

There was silence all around, and the cautious neighing of the magic rune horse and the deliberately gentle sound of the horse's hooves could be heard in the distance.

At this time, a cool song may not be able to express their misery, and probably only a plum blossom can express their comfort.

"Did you...hear a sound like a vacuum cleaner?" Hermione asked suddenly.

"What is a vacuum cleaner?" Fred looked puzzled. "Is it a Muggle tool?"

"It's a cleaning tool." Hermione explained, "Probably... you can use it as a weakened version of the descaling spell."

The twins looked interested.

Ron waved his hands indifferently, "Muggle things are very troublesome. For us, it's just a matter of magic. They have to waste a lot of effort to do it."

"But they are all interesting, aren't they?" Fred was still very interested. "They have eye-popping creativity, and there are many things worth learning."

Ron curled his lips with a disinterested expression.

Harry also heard the strange sound, the whining sound, which was indeed a bit like a vacuum cleaner, and it was quite big.

"It's not close." Hermione frowned and looked up into the distance, "Why do I feel like it's coming from over there..."

Just then, Lee Jordan screamed and pointed at the lake, "Look at the Black Lake!"

In front of Hogwarts Castle is a gentle slope, and below the gentle slope, in the distance, you can see the Black Lake. It is the test that new students must go through before the entrance ceremony. Take a boat to Hogwarts Castle.

This test is also a tradition, because the founder of Hogwarts went to the castle by boat.

At this time, in the center of the Black Lake, which carries the memories of countless generations of Hogwarts, a huge vortex slowly appeared. The vortex quickly took shape, and something long came out through the vortex. With a bang, from the lake surface Jumped out from below.

"Ghost ship!" someone screamed.

Isn't it? Although the ship in front of me is huge, it is not as beautiful as Ms. Maxim's carriage. It is gray and has a tattered flagpole hanging from the sail. It is like a ghost ship passed down by word of mouth among the sailors at sea.

The portholes flickered with a flickering yellow light that looked like ghostly eyes.

The big boat bumped on the undulating water and slowly moved towards the lake shore.

After it docked, people got off the ship one after another and walked towards Hogwarts Castle.

These men were tall and looked unusually strong, and their school robes were fur cloaks with shaggy and tangled fur.

What's even more strange is that the person walking at the front is very young, and after walking in, many people exclaimed.

I couldn't believe their eyes at all.

Although the walking posture is a bit strange, no one will care about it.

With his sharp eyes, iconic aquiline nose, and two thick, black eyebrows, anyone who has seen the Quidditch Cup will never forget this face.

"Krum!" the little wizards exclaimed. It turned out that Durmstrang's principal was actually a Quidditch star, Krum? !

Principal Dumbledore was obviously very shocked. He stayed there for a while, then walked forward and shook Krum's hand, "Oh, welcome to Hogwarts, Mr. Krum..."

Krum pursed his lips and looked very ugly. He took a deep breath and seemed to be trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart. He tried his best to express his respect to Principal Dumbledore in a calm tone, "Being able to receive an invitation to Hogwarts, Durmstrang feels very honored, but I have something to tell you, which is very important. I wonder if you are free now..."

There were only a dozen students following Krum, and they all looked dejected, as if they were deeply worried.

Seeing this, Principal Dumbledore quickly called everyone to the auditorium, and then left with Krum.

Also disappearing at the same time is Ms. Maxim.

Since the principals were absent, the professors could only sit on the teacher's bench as originally planned. Professor Sprout encouraged everyone and left in a hurry. Only the little wizards who didn't know what happened were left in the auditorium.

Since both principals were absent, Professor Snape temporarily maintained order in the auditorium. Although the young wizards had many questions, they saw Professor Snape's face.

We have no problems!

"Dumbledore, I heard that people from Durmstrang have arrived." Ms. Maxim looked at the gloomy Quidditch star in front of her and frowned, "Where is Karkaroff?"

Krum's expression became even more gloomy.

At this time, two powerful figures from the Ministry of Magic of the corrupted country appeared here.

In other words, when it comes to foreign things, these two will definitely be there.

One is, of course, the Director of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports, Ludo Bagman, and the other is the Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Barty Crouch.

However, Mr. Batty was accused of being assassinated one after another. At this time, he looked very haggard. There were rumors that he was ready to submit his resignation.

The person who is about to take over his position is said to be a person who does not understand foreign languages, which is a bit embarrassing. Therefore, at present, Mr. Crouch is still the director, but the power has begun to be transferred to the new director in the future.

Scrimgeour seemed to intend to merge the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of International Magical Trade, but he encountered strong opposition and had to give up.

However, a small and inconspicuous department was moved to the International Magical Trade Department, the International Magical Trade Standards Association.