Chapter 399 Durmstrang
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
Durmstrang came very slowly, so slowly that many people showed impatient looks.
The whispers that were still there disappeared and everything was quiet.
More and more people tightened their robes and stomped their feet to keep warm. Many young wizards no longer had the concept of a team. They huddled together to resist the cold wind. Occasionally, they looked up at the sky to see if there were any virtuous people. Signs of Armstrong College coming.
Soul quietly walked into the Gryffindor team, took off his scarf, and put it around Hermione's neck.
It was at this time that a new sound came --- it was a very loud and strange sound, like a huge vacuum cleaner moving along the river bed, a dull rumbling and sucking sound.
Waves suddenly rippled on the calm black lake, huge splashes rose on the water, the waves hit the wet lake shore, and a huge vortex appeared in the center of the black lake.
"In the lake!" shouted a little wizard, "look over the lake."
As soon as the little wizard finished speaking, a long black pole slowly rose from the center of the vortex.
"It's a mast!" said another little wizard.
First came the mast, then the sail, then the tip and the hull. It emerged from the lake diagonally upwards. It slowly but surely emerged from the water. The lake water flowed along the deck and sides of the ship, hitting it. On the lake, there was a clear and pleasant sound, and everyone turned their attention to it.
In the moonlight it looked like the remains of a newly salvaged shipwreck, its portholes glowing with a dim, misty light.
"Couldn't the legend of the ghost ship on the sea in the Muggle world come from here?" Suer touched his chin and couldn't help but think.
The big ship docked, and no one was seen working on the ship. A rusty iron anchor floated precariously, and the chain made a clanking sound, and it was thrown into the shallow water.
Then a strong wooden board was placed on the shore of the lake with a snap.
Not long after, a distant voice came, "Dumbledore!"
Through the light and moonlight cast by the foyer, Suer saw a man wearing a silver-white silky fur cloak walking over quickly with one hand extended, his voice warm but inexplicably greasy.
Behind him were a group of people wearing dirty-looking cloaks with messy and tangled hair.
"My dear old fellow, how are you?"
"Great, thank you, Professor Karkaroff!" Dumbledore stepped forward and reached out to hold Karkaroff's extended hand.
Suhr noticed that the principal of Durmstrang had a warm face, but his eyes were not smiling at all. An adjective suddenly jumped into his head - 'Smiling Tiger'
Karkaroff had obviously put a lot of effort into his appearance. His goatee was carefully groomed and the ends were slightly rolled up. He was tall and thin, and his hair was silver-white, glowing faintly in the light.
Their appearance was staged, but all eyes were on the Durmstrang students disembarking behind him.
Finally here, my 'love rival', Cthulhu!Oh no, Krum.
Soul was watching the Quidditch player in the crowd who had become famous for his wonderful performance in the World Cup not long ago. He turned his head and looked at Hermione who was chatting with Hannah who came over at some point. I was thinking, what excuse should I find to have a fight with him?
You may not be good at Quidditch, but when it comes to magic, you don’t have to be crazy!Everyone here is rubbish!
Ah, except Dumbledore and dear Professor Snape, of course.
Ah, Professor McGonagall may not be able to defeat herself...
Hmm... It's a bit difficult... It would be nice if the Duel Club hadn't closed down yet... That's right, the Duel Club!
Suer's eyes lit up, and he turned his head and looked back. Where is our Professor Barty Crouch?
At this time, Krum felt a hostile gaze, and looked over with some vigilance. He just happened to pass by Sur's gaze. A trace of doubt appeared on Krum's face, and then he turned his head. go.
On the way back to the castle, almost everyone was looking at the backs of Krum's group and whispering.
"...I can't believe it, why don't I have a quill on me?"
“Would he like to sign my hat with my lipstick?”
Several girls were discussing in low voices as they passed by Soul and Hermione.
"That's crazy." Hermione was talking to Hannah. "He's just a Quidditch player, isn't he?"
"Oh?! He is one of the best seekers in the world!" Ron interrupted Hermione with a roar after hearing her words.
"Harry and I were going to ask him for an autograph, but we didn't expect that he was actually a student of Durmstrang."
Hermione shook her head, "You're not thinking about how to get an autograph, are you? Soul?"
Soul is thinking about how to 'guide' dear Professor Crouch to organize a duel club and use the Imperius Curse?Oh, no, no, no...this is too much punishment.
"Ah? What signature?" Hearing Hermione's voice, Soul turned his head and blinked blankly.
"Forget it." Hermione tightened Soul's scarf around her neck and quickened her pace, "We'd better go to the Great Hall quickly. I really want a bowl of hot soup right now."
Everyone entered the auditorium one after another, and the ceremoniously dressed castle administrator Mr. Filch [referring to wearing an old tuxedo that looked a bit musty] added chairs next to the staff table.
Under Ron's expectant eyes, the Durmstrang College students headed by Krum finally chose to sit on the long table of Slytherin. Ron's expression went from expectant to collapsed in just one moment. In the blink of an eye, he was mumbling something to Harry.
The Beauxbatons students sat on the long table in Ravenclaw.
On today's occasion, Soul naturally couldn't sit with Hermione. He followed the flow of people and walked towards the long table of Hufflepuff. Malfoy, who was leaning forward to chat with Krum, saw Soul, and his eyes flashed. A flash of fear flashed through him, and he couldn't help but shrink back.
Krum was a little confused about Malfoy's performance, turned his head, and met Soul's eyes.
Soul was still thinking about how to fight legitimately. When he met Krum's eyes, he politely showed a reserved smile and nodded as a greeting, then walked past the Slytherin table and greeted him. Walk to the location.
In fact, Su Er's worries are a bit unnecessary, after all, the incident has not happened yet.
Hermione was now his girlfriend, and they had grown up together and had a good relationship. This was a fact.
But man, sometimes some hostility and fighting spirit come out of nowhere.
Whenever there is a hint of something, it must be extinguished and nip in the bud is always the right thing to do.
Krum looked at Soul's back and scratched his head in confusion, and at this moment, Malfoy's voice sounded again.
"The person who passed by just now...he..."
The whispers that were still there disappeared and everything was quiet.
More and more people tightened their robes and stomped their feet to keep warm. Many young wizards no longer had the concept of a team. They huddled together to resist the cold wind. Occasionally, they looked up at the sky to see if there were any virtuous people. Signs of Armstrong College coming.
Soul quietly walked into the Gryffindor team, took off his scarf, and put it around Hermione's neck.
It was at this time that a new sound came --- it was a very loud and strange sound, like a huge vacuum cleaner moving along the river bed, a dull rumbling and sucking sound.
Waves suddenly rippled on the calm black lake, huge splashes rose on the water, the waves hit the wet lake shore, and a huge vortex appeared in the center of the black lake.
"In the lake!" shouted a little wizard, "look over the lake."
As soon as the little wizard finished speaking, a long black pole slowly rose from the center of the vortex.
"It's a mast!" said another little wizard.
First came the mast, then the sail, then the tip and the hull. It emerged from the lake diagonally upwards. It slowly but surely emerged from the water. The lake water flowed along the deck and sides of the ship, hitting it. On the lake, there was a clear and pleasant sound, and everyone turned their attention to it.
In the moonlight it looked like the remains of a newly salvaged shipwreck, its portholes glowing with a dim, misty light.
"Couldn't the legend of the ghost ship on the sea in the Muggle world come from here?" Suer touched his chin and couldn't help but think.
The big ship docked, and no one was seen working on the ship. A rusty iron anchor floated precariously, and the chain made a clanking sound, and it was thrown into the shallow water.
Then a strong wooden board was placed on the shore of the lake with a snap.
Not long after, a distant voice came, "Dumbledore!"
Through the light and moonlight cast by the foyer, Suer saw a man wearing a silver-white silky fur cloak walking over quickly with one hand extended, his voice warm but inexplicably greasy.
Behind him were a group of people wearing dirty-looking cloaks with messy and tangled hair.
"My dear old fellow, how are you?"
"Great, thank you, Professor Karkaroff!" Dumbledore stepped forward and reached out to hold Karkaroff's extended hand.
Suhr noticed that the principal of Durmstrang had a warm face, but his eyes were not smiling at all. An adjective suddenly jumped into his head - 'Smiling Tiger'
Karkaroff had obviously put a lot of effort into his appearance. His goatee was carefully groomed and the ends were slightly rolled up. He was tall and thin, and his hair was silver-white, glowing faintly in the light.
Their appearance was staged, but all eyes were on the Durmstrang students disembarking behind him.
Finally here, my 'love rival', Cthulhu!Oh no, Krum.
Soul was watching the Quidditch player in the crowd who had become famous for his wonderful performance in the World Cup not long ago. He turned his head and looked at Hermione who was chatting with Hannah who came over at some point. I was thinking, what excuse should I find to have a fight with him?
You may not be good at Quidditch, but when it comes to magic, you don’t have to be crazy!Everyone here is rubbish!
Ah, except Dumbledore and dear Professor Snape, of course.
Ah, Professor McGonagall may not be able to defeat herself...
Hmm... It's a bit difficult... It would be nice if the Duel Club hadn't closed down yet... That's right, the Duel Club!
Suer's eyes lit up, and he turned his head and looked back. Where is our Professor Barty Crouch?
At this time, Krum felt a hostile gaze, and looked over with some vigilance. He just happened to pass by Sur's gaze. A trace of doubt appeared on Krum's face, and then he turned his head. go.
On the way back to the castle, almost everyone was looking at the backs of Krum's group and whispering.
"...I can't believe it, why don't I have a quill on me?"
“Would he like to sign my hat with my lipstick?”
Several girls were discussing in low voices as they passed by Soul and Hermione.
"That's crazy." Hermione was talking to Hannah. "He's just a Quidditch player, isn't he?"
"Oh?! He is one of the best seekers in the world!" Ron interrupted Hermione with a roar after hearing her words.
"Harry and I were going to ask him for an autograph, but we didn't expect that he was actually a student of Durmstrang."
Hermione shook her head, "You're not thinking about how to get an autograph, are you? Soul?"
Soul is thinking about how to 'guide' dear Professor Crouch to organize a duel club and use the Imperius Curse?Oh, no, no, no...this is too much punishment.
"Ah? What signature?" Hearing Hermione's voice, Soul turned his head and blinked blankly.
"Forget it." Hermione tightened Soul's scarf around her neck and quickened her pace, "We'd better go to the Great Hall quickly. I really want a bowl of hot soup right now."
Everyone entered the auditorium one after another, and the ceremoniously dressed castle administrator Mr. Filch [referring to wearing an old tuxedo that looked a bit musty] added chairs next to the staff table.
Under Ron's expectant eyes, the Durmstrang College students headed by Krum finally chose to sit on the long table of Slytherin. Ron's expression went from expectant to collapsed in just one moment. In the blink of an eye, he was mumbling something to Harry.
The Beauxbatons students sat on the long table in Ravenclaw.
On today's occasion, Soul naturally couldn't sit with Hermione. He followed the flow of people and walked towards the long table of Hufflepuff. Malfoy, who was leaning forward to chat with Krum, saw Soul, and his eyes flashed. A flash of fear flashed through him, and he couldn't help but shrink back.
Krum was a little confused about Malfoy's performance, turned his head, and met Soul's eyes.
Soul was still thinking about how to fight legitimately. When he met Krum's eyes, he politely showed a reserved smile and nodded as a greeting, then walked past the Slytherin table and greeted him. Walk to the location.
In fact, Su Er's worries are a bit unnecessary, after all, the incident has not happened yet.
Hermione was now his girlfriend, and they had grown up together and had a good relationship. This was a fact.
But man, sometimes some hostility and fighting spirit come out of nowhere.
Whenever there is a hint of something, it must be extinguished and nip in the bud is always the right thing to do.
Krum looked at Soul's back and scratched his head in confusion, and at this moment, Malfoy's voice sounded again.
"The person who passed by just now...he..."
