HP Dawn Night

The Gryffindor trio did not appear at the Great Hall table that night.

That is, since then, our relationship with Gryffindor seems to have entered a freezing period.I mean, the relationship between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Simply put, it seems that now the two traditionally hostile houses seem to be in a brief phase of boredom.Even in the most conflict-prone Care of Fantastic Creatures class, no one from the two Houses spoke a word.

It's not a bad thing anyway.If the Gryffindor trio are thinking of revenge after all this is over, all I can say is that they are stupid.

For the next week, there seemed to be only one topic of conversation at Hogwarts - the Triwizard Tournament.I noticed that the castle was being thoroughly cleaned.Several grimy portraits were scrubbed clean, much to the displeasure of those who were scrubbed.They curled up in the picture frame, feeling sullenly the new pink flesh on their faces, as if they were in pain.

"What's it like to have a portrait scrubbed?" Pansy asked a portrait on the second floor after History of Magic class one day.

"It's like someone is grinding your face with a rough board, little girl." The witch in the painting grinned.

"That's pretty scary."

We also found that the ancient armor in the castle became shiny overnight and stopped creaking.Filch, the janitor, got orders from someone to start caring about whether the students' shoes were wiped clean!One day he even got mad in the hallway at Montague who forgot to shine his shoes, scaring a group of freshmen next to him.

All in all, Hogwarts was in a state of high tension, up and down, inside and out.

When we went down to breakfast on the morning of October 10th, we found that the auditorium had been decorated overnight.Huge silk banners representing the four colleges hung on the walls.The Hogwarts coat of arms was painted on the huge banner behind the teacher's bench.

"Nobody's going to be paying attention today, are they?" Blaise looked at the festive atmosphere in the auditorium. "Oh, wait, is that little Greenglass next to Knott?"

He was right, the little blond beauty next to Theodore Knott was Astoria Greengrass.

"Are they already a couple?" Pansy asked with interest.

"Anyway, Astoria didn't go to the Quidditch World Cup with Theodore." I served myself some scrambled eggs, "Daphne didn't mention this in the dormitory either."

"Didn't Daphne have a bad relationship with Astoria?" Draco asked in surprise, "Why would she bring up her sister?"

"Don't underestimate the jealousy among girls, Draco." Pansy shook her finger, "If Astoria has something that Daphne doesn't, she will definitely be upset."

I saw Daphne staring intently at her sister, while Beside was fiddled with the food on the plate with his head down.

"The scar on Burst's face seems irreparable." I whispered.

Puberty and over-eating have caused Burst's weight to rise irreversibly, and last year's scar from Ginny Weasley has made Burst's already-not-beautiful face even more mundane, even ugly .

"Poor Millicent," Pansy sighed with compassion, "she was at least a pretty little girl."

"What did old Mrs. Burst say?"

"Anyway, I haven't heard about the follow-up of this incident."

None of us knew what old Mrs. Bulstrode thought of the matter.In fact, it doesn't matter whether it is followed up or not, because the big mistake has already been made.

It was true that no one was in a good mood for class that day. When the bell rang early, we hurried back to the basement lounge to put down our schoolbags and textbooks, put on our cloaks, and then rushed to the foyer.The deans of the colleges are directing their own student parties there.

"Mr. Crabbe, help your friend Mr. Goyle straighten the collar of his robe, I can't stand it anymore." Dad walked around the Slytherin line, "Mr. Your hat is on. Miss Greengrass, give up that silly ribbon."

Daphne, who was standing in front of me, touched her hair subconsciously, and then she realized that Astoria in the front row had tied a bow on her hair with a ribbon.

"Tch..." she uttered a small, unkind monosyllable.

"Please come with me. The first-grade students stand in front, don't be crowded." Dad said bluntly.

We filed out, down the steps, and stood in line in front of the castle.It was a cold, crisp evening.As night fell, a round of pure white, translucent moon had already hung over the Forbidden Forest.

Excitement was running through the ranks, and we could even hear people discussing how Beauxbatons and Durmstrang would come to Hogwarts.

"I can't think of one," Pansy said. "You can't Apparate at Hogwarts, and you can't use a broomstick."

I thought about it: "Maybe a portkey would do, but would that allow them to fly that far?"

"Hogwarts should not allow the use of Portkeys casually," Blaise said.

At this moment, Dumbledore, who was standing in the back row with other teachers, suddenly yelled, "Ah! If I'm not mistaken, Beauxbaton's representative has arrived!"

"Where is it?" Many students looked around eagerly, and inquiries came from different directions like a tide.

"Over there!" a Ravenclaw sixth year yelled, pointing to the sky above the Forbidden Forest.

It was a gigantic thing—as large as or larger than a hundred broomsticks flying in formation—and was racing across the dark blue sky toward the castle, growing bigger and bigger.

As it approached us, we could all see that it was a huge powder-blue carriage, about the size of a house, and it flew through the air drawn by twelve winged silver-maned horses, each Horses are about the size of elephants.

The carriage flew lower and was landing at an extremely fast speed.The students in the first three rows retreated in a hurry, and then with an earth-shattering bang, the horse's hooves fell to the ground with a bang, and the carriage also fell to the ground.

"This carriage is too big..." Daphne exclaimed.She was right.Even those of us who grew up in wealthy wizarding families had never seen such a large carriage.

But when Beauxbaton's headmaster came down, the problem was resolved.She was a good-looking Frenchwoman, the only regret being that she was about Hagrid's height--maybe a little taller.

The headmaster of Beauxbatons smiled gracefully and stretched out a gleaming hand—she was covered with opal ornaments—Dumbledore kissed her hand: "Dear Mrs. Maxime, welcome Come to Hogwarts."

"Dumbledore," Madame Maxime said in a low voice, "I hope you are well."

"Very well, thank you," said Dumbledore.

"My student." Madame Maxime said, waving her hand casually behind her.

Beauxbaton's student representatives were about twelve or three people, and they were all standing behind Madam Maxim at the moment.They were all about eighteen or nineteen in age, and they were all trembling a little, for their robes seemed to be of fine silk, and none of them wore cloaks.Several students wrapped their heads in scarves.They all looked up at Hogwarts Castle with awe on their faces.

"Is Karkaroff here?" Madame Maxime asked.

"He will come any moment," said Dumbledore. "Would you rather wait here to meet him, or go in first to warm yourself?"

"Let's keep warm," said Madame Maxime, "but those horses—"

"Our Care of Magical Creatures teacher will be more than happy to take care of them," said Dumbledore, "and he'll be back after a little mess where something else has happened to his - well - he has to look after."

"My steed needs - um - someone with great strength to take care of it," Mrs. Maxime said carefully, as if she doubted whether the Hogwarts teacher of protecting magical animals was up to the job, "they have a temper Very strong..."

"I assure you, Hagrid is perfectly capable of the job," said Dumbledore with a smile.

"Very good," Madam Maxime said, bowing slightly, "Can you tell this Hagrid that these horses only drink single malt whiskey?"

"I'll take care of it," said Dumbledore, also bowing.

"Come," Madame Maxime said solemnly to her students.The Hogwarts students stepped aside to let Beauxbatons' men up the stone steps.

"Those horses are a real nuisance," Pansy said, grinning. "If Durmstrang's horses were bigger than this, nobody would be able to handle them."

"The thing I'm more concerned about is what happened to Hagrid and his snails." Blaise smiled. "Imagine, they all ran out and crawled around the field..."

"That's enough, Blaise!" Pansy cut him off impatiently. "Just thinking about that scene gives me the creeps."

I said hopefully, "I'd rather they blow themselves up."

"Please don't," Draco shuddered, "that would be our turn to clean up their suicide scene."

"Wait, did you hear anything?" Theodore Knott hissed suddenly.

A muffled rumbling and sucking sound came...

"In the lake!"

"Black Lake!"

The Slytherin students who were most familiar with the Black Lake cried out one after another.The calm waters of the lake were turbulent, with huge waves churning.A large whirlpool appeared in the very center of the lake, and the lake water swirled into it...

A long black rod slowly rose from the center of the vortex, followed by the rigging of the sails—"It's a ship!" everyone shouted.

Slowly, with extraordinary momentum, a large ship rose out of the water, shining brightly in the moonlight.It looked eerie, like the wreck of a freshly salvaged shipwreck, with dim, misty lights in the portholes that looked like ghostly eyes.Finally, with the sound of splashing water, the big boat came out completely.Drive to the shore.A moment later, with a heavy splash, an anchor was thrown into the shallow water, and with another snap, a plank rested on the shore.

Now we can see the silhouettes of these men passing the lights of the portholes, and they all look as big and solid as Crabbe and Goyle.But when they got off the plank and came ashore, we found that they looked tall because they were wearing thick fur cloaks.But the fur on the man who led them was of another luxurious texture.

"Dumbledore!" cried the man enthusiastically, "my dear old chap, how are you?"

"Excellent, thank you, Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied.

Karkaroff's voice was sweet and mellow. He was about the same height as Dumbledore, but had very short white hair and a goatee with curly ends.

"Dear old fellow Hogwarts," he looked up at the castle, smiling, "it's good to be here, it's good... Viktor, come here and warm yourself... You don't mind, Deng Bullido? Viktor has a bit of a cold..."

I found that there was no smile in his eyes at all, and he was still indifferent and sharp.

At Karkaroff's gesture, a student stepped forward.As he walked toward us, I noticed that his gait and appearance were very familiar.

"Krum!" Pansy squealed in my ear.