Chapter 942: Straight Male Cancer Patient

A magnificent ship rose out of the Black Lake, gleaming in the moonlight.

It looked strange, like a skeleton, as if it were the wreck of a shipwreck that had just been salvaged.

The portholes flickered with a dim, misty light that looked like the eyes of a ghost.

With a series of splashing sounds, the big ship emerged completely, bumping on the choppy lake surface, and began to move towards the shore.

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

The people in the boat were going ashore, and everyone could see their shadows cast by the lights as they passed by the portholes.

They are basically all big guys, some even bigger than Crabbe and Goyle.

As they walked along the lawn and approached the castle, they were illuminated by the light from the entrance hall.

It turned out that the reason they looked so big was that each of them was 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, very much like his hair.

"Dumbledore!" the man called enthusiastically as he walked up the ramp. "My dear old fellow, how are you?"

Dumbledore stepped forward and shouted back, "Excellent! Thank you, Professor Karkaroff."

Karkaroff walked quickly into the light of the castle's foyer, and the students were finally able to make out his tall, thin figure.

His white hair was very short, and his goatee did not completely cover his chin, and there were small curls at the ends of his beard.

Dumbledore stopped in front of him, and the latter held out his hands enthusiastically to shake them.

"Dear old friend." Karkaroff smiled and showed his big yellow teeth.

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

Although his face was smiling, his eyes were not smiling at all. “It’s so good to be here. It’s so good.”

He turned around and looked behind him, waving to a tall man, "Victor, come over here and warm up."

Then he looked back over his shoulder. "You don't mind, do you, Dumbledore? Viktor has a bit of a cold."

Victor?

Hermione twitched her lips.

The names Vincent and Victor both mean conqueror and victor in Latin, and Crabbe's name is also Vincent.

There was also a man in history named Vincent de Tefle-Picoquet who cast a cloaking spell on his neck and pretended that he had been beheaded in order to escape hanging.

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

As the tall man stepped forward, Hermione could clearly see a striking hooked nose and two thick black eyebrows.

Maybe they just look alike?

Ron, who was behind her, poked Harry's arm hard. "Harry, look, it's Krum!"

The corners of Hermione's mouth twitched wildly.

It’s such a small world, we actually met each other at school.

She quickly looked at Vincent.

People who are friendly and pleasant should not hit others.

unless……

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

Hermione glanced back, "What's all the fuss about? He's just a Quidditch player."

Ron was stunned. "Just a Quidditch player?"

Harry beside him nodded in agreement, "Yeah, there's really nothing to be surprised about."

Ron stared blankly at Harry who kept winking at him. "He's the world's number one seeker. I didn't expect that we'd meet again so soon. I didn't expect that he was actually a student."

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

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

Now he saw Harry still winking at him, and suddenly realized that their relationship was not simple.

Just then, Dumbledore and Karkaroff finished their conversation and walked into the castle side by side.

The Hogwarts students and the Durmstrang delegation followed behind the two.

Walking in the front were Vincent and Krum.

Hermione followed into the castle, while Harry and Ron, who were left behind, began to talk in whispers.

"What!?"

"Hush..." Harry lowered his voice, "Didn't you notice the way Krum looked at Hermione? And didn't George and Fred tell you about this?"

Ron also lowered his voice, "No, that's just Hermione's one-sided statement. Maybe Krum didn't mean that to her at all, and she misunderstood."

The two walked through the foyer and into the auditorium.

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

Several senior girls were walking, rummaging frantically in their pockets.

"Oh, I can't believe I didn't even have a quill with me."

"Do you think he would sign my hat with lipstick?"

Ron rummaged through his pockets. "Harry, did you bring a quill? I won't miss his autograph this time."

Harry shook his head helplessly, "Ron, let's get back to what happened just now."

He walked towards the Gryffindor table. "If it were you, would you give the Golden Snitch from the World Cup final to a girl you didn't like? And after being rejected, would you still ask her out alone in front of a bunch of strangers?"

"Uh... didn't Krum say that the golden snitch was a souvenir?" Ron felt a little strange, but he still said firmly: "Hermione helped Krum. If I were in her place, I would definitely find a way to thank her, but she didn't appreciate it."

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

He originally thought that he was straight enough, but he didn't expect that Ron was the straightest of the straight men, and was simply in the advanced stage of straight male cancer.

"Ron, straight men are destined to be alone. I think you urgently need to improve your emotional intelligence."

"Emotional Quotient?" Ron sat next to him with a puzzled look in his eyes. "I know about IQ, but what the hell is EQ?"

Harry took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling with a look of despair.

"Emotional intelligence... Ron, you can go find Hermione. She has read a lot of books on this subject before."

Ron curled his lips, "Looking for her? Forget it, I think I'm fine now."

After saying that, he turned his head towards the door of the auditorium.

The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang delegations were looking around the four long tables, as if considering which one to sit at.

Harry shook his heavy little head again.

He looked at Ron who was looking expectant, and suddenly felt tired.

But after all, they were friends, so he decided to borrow some books from Hermione after the party.

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