DNF Meets Harry Potter

Before the welcome banquet begins, students must put their schoolbags and textbooks back in the dormitory, and then gather in front of the castle gate to welcome the guests.

By the time Karl arrived at the reception place leisurely and leisurely, the little wizards had already lined up under the leadership of the professors to receive guests in front of the castle gate.

"Mr. Harris, you are late!" Professor McGonagall stared at Carl sternly, "Hurry up and get back to your team, we are leaving soon!"

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall!" Carl knew that it would be useless to talk back when facing Professor McGonagall, "Professor Dumbledore asked me for a temporary delay..."

"I see..." Professor McGonagall's stern expression eased a little after hearing his explanation, but he still urged him to move faster.

Karl speeded up and quickly found his place to stand, and then they walked down the front steps in a file under her leadership, and lined up in front of the castle.

It was a cold night, cloudless in the sky, and night fell, with a pale, translucent moon shining over the forest.

Carl stood at the front of the fourth grade, um~, yes, that's right, the first row! Protested but to no avail. As for why he was standing in the first row, he still had a little doubt in his heart...

He has never hated the demon blood in his body so much as today...

"It's almost six o'clock," said Ron, looking at his watch, and then down the road leading to the front door. "How do you think they're going to get here? By train?"

"I don't think so, the Triwizard Tournament is not really for communication and learning..." Hermione shook her head.

"Then how do we do it? Sit on a broom, or directly use the Portkey?" Harry looked at the starry sky and guessed. He thought the latter was very likely, and he still had to rely on the Portkey for cross-border teleportation.

"Is it possible that it is Apparition? Professor Dumbledore said that because of the age limit, the students who came to participate in the exchange this time are all students who are about to graduate... They should know it..."

Ron stroked his chin and interjected.

"You can't Apparate within Hogwarts, how many times do I have to tell you?" Hermione glared at Ron and said impatiently, every time he asked some questions that I don't know how many times .

"How is it impossible?!" Ron blushed a little at Hermione's rebuke, "Can't Carl use Apparation in the castle at will? Last time you turned into a cat and didn't want to see people, or did he take you with you?" Teleported to the school hospital!"

"This..." Hermione was speechless for an instant, and she didn't understand why Karl was able to teleport in the castle so proficiently, obviously it could only be the patent of the house-elves.

"Maybe he is special..." Hermione could only spit out this sentence at last.

Ron snorted softly, with a triumphant smile on his face. He was relieved to see Hermione deflated.

The little wizards looked excitedly at the darkened ground, but nothing happened. Everything was as quiet as usual. Harry wrapped his clothes tightly and began to feel a little cold. He hoped that they would come soon so that he could Head early to the auditorium for a warm candlelight...

Just as the little wizards were waiting a little shivering due to the cold, Dumbledore's resonant voice came from the back row:

"Ah! If I'm not mistaken, Beauxbaton's team is here!"

"Where...where?!"

Hearing this, the little wizards instantly became excited. Stretching their stiff bodies, they turned their heads to look at Dumbledore and said loudly.

"There, children!" Dumbledore smiled and pointed at the sky above the Forbidden Forest.

A gigantic creature came galloping out of the somewhat dark night sky, constantly growing bigger and bigger.

"That's like a dragon!" a first-year student screamed as he clutched his head in total confusion.

"Don't be silly...that's a flying house!"

"It's so beautiful!"

"Such a big carriage can fly in the sky..."

In the crowd, the junior wizards who had never seen the world kept exclaiming.

The great black shadow flitted across the treetops of the forest, and the light from the castle windows hit it, and they saw a huge powder-blue carriage roaring towards them.

And in front of the carriage, twelve winged horses landed roaring like heavenly horses that appear in fairy tales...

Under the eyes of the little wizards, the carriage flew a little lower, and the students in the first three rows immediately took a few steps back in panic under the command of Professor McGonagall.

The horseshoes, which were bigger than the plates, slammed into the ground. Immediately afterwards, the car also lowered, and the huge wheels bounced a few times. The big golden horse turned its head and turned its big red eyes.

The loud bang from the landing of the carriage shocked the ears of the little wizards who were closer. They looked at everything that happened in front of them in confusion, and couldn't remember the purpose of coming here for a while.

A handsome boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the car, bent forward and groped for a while on the floor of the car, unfolded a section of golden ladder, and then stepped back respectfully.

"Tsk...the row is really big!"

Carl smacked his lips and saw a shiny black high-heeled shoe the size of a child's sled protruding from the car.

Then, almost instantly, the tallest woman Karl had ever seen stepped out, and her presence immediately explained the car's size.

Seeing her, all the little wizards gasped and patted their chests and took a few steps back, because she was really too tall, and she was no less than Hagrid.

"Grass! 4.8 meters! Is this the height a human being can grow to? I'm fine if I don't need such a high score!"

In the crowd, Karl stood on tiptoe and watched the half-blood giant from Beauxbatons spat hard. The height of this woman was almost as high as three and he stacked them up. He felt that Dumbledore might not be able to reach her chest when he hugged her later...

It's such a sad story...

Carl clenched his fists, feeling an emotion called jealousy. He suddenly wondered if he should use the Sorcerer's Stone to forcibly grow a wave...

The principal of Beauxbatons, Mrs. Maxim, stepped forward with a faint smile on her face and got off the carriage, shrouded in the light from the front hall.

She showed all the teachers and students at Hogwarts the most beautiful posture of a half-race giantess. Her smooth face was as watery as the skin of a newborn, her eyes were big and black, and her hair was combed back like Professor McGonagall. bun.

She was black satin from head to toe, and delicate and dazzling gemstones of all kinds shone on her neck and thick fingers.