Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Dumbledore!"

The man standing at the head of Durmstrang's line shouted enthusiastically as he walked up the ramp and saw the crowd that greeted them at Hogwarts.

"My dear old chap, how are you?"

Like the students he leads, this man also wears a thick fur cloak.

It's just that his robes are more delicate and expensive: the silver-white leather surface is soft and smooth, rolling as he walks, reflecting a soft magical aura.

So much so that when Clark saw it, he suspected that he made a unicorn skin into a cloak and wore it on his body.

"Very well, thank you, Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied to the man.

That's right, this person is the headmaster of Durmstrang, Ingor Karkaroff, a former Death Eater.

When he walked into the main entrance of the castle, with the help of the bright lights projected from the entrance, Clark and others discovered that he was as tall and thin as Dumbledore.

However, his white hair is much shorter, and he still has a goatee with small curls at the end. Matching his sharp chin with his thin chin, it gives people a harsh and stern look.

Karkaroff walked up to Dumbledore and shook Dumbledore's hand with both hands.

"Dear old chap, dear Hogwarts!"

Karkaroff's voice was mellow and sweet, making it sound like this guy was very cunning.

He looked up at the castle and said with a smile, "It's been many years since I've been back here, it's good to be here, it's good to be here!"

Karkaroff smiled exaggeratedly, and everyone could see that his teeth were yellow.

Although his face was full of smiles, there was no smile in his eyes, which were still indifferent and sharp.

"Okay, Viktor, come here and warm up...you don't mind, Dumbledore? Viktor has a bit of a cold..."

"Then you have to isolate yourself!"

Clark secretly complained in his heart. Of course, Karkaroff couldn't hear this sentence.

He beckoned a student behind him to come forward, and when the boy stepped forward, everyone saw his striking aquiline nose and two thick and black eyebrows

Clark didn't need to poke Harry's arm as hard as Ron did, nor did he need anyone whispering around, for Clark to recognize the figure.

"Harry - it's Krum!" said Ron in a tone of great shock. "It's unbelievable!"

At this time, five minutes had passed since Durmstrang's arrival, and the Hogwarts students were following Durmstrang's delegation, queuing up the stone steps.

"It's Krum, Harry! Viktor Krum!" Ron continued to sigh beside him.

"For heaven's sake, Ron, he's just a Quidditch player," said Hermione nonchalantly.

"Just a Quidditch player?" Ron stared at her blankly, as if he couldn't believe his ears, "Hermione - he's one of the best Seekers in the world! I didn't expect him Still a student!"

"So what, this time is the Triwizard Tournament, a Quidditch player has no room to play at all."

But there are only a few people who keep calm like Hermione.

As Durmstrang's students walked with them through the foyer toward the Great Hall, there were many pushing forward, trying to catch a glimpse of Viktor Krum's face.

A few sixth-grade girls were frantically looking for something in their pockets as they walked.

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

"Do you think he'll sign my hat with lipstick?"

"It's ridiculous!"

Hermione looked at the girls who were arguing over a lipstick in a speechless voice.

"I'd like to get his autographed picture if possible," said Ron. "You didn't bring your quill, Harry?"

"No, it's all upstairs in my bag," said Harry.

They walked to the Gryffindor table and sat down,

Ron made a point of sitting on the side facing the door, because Krum and his Durmstrang schoolmates were still gathered at the door, and seemed unsure where they should sit.

The students of Beauxbatons had already chosen their seats at the Ravenclaw table. After they sat down, they looked around the auditorium, frowning slightly, with sullen expressions on their faces, as if they were paying attention to the Hogwarts building. The style is not very satisfactory.

At this point Ron suddenly said hoarsely: "Here! Come and sit here! Hermione, move over a little, make room-"

"What?" Hermione raised an eyebrow in displeasure.

"Oh, it's too late!" said Ron regretfully.

Viktor Krum and his Durmstrang schoolmates were already seated at the Slytherin table.

Clark and the others saw that Malfoy raised the corner of his mouth triumphantly because of this incident.

"Ah, yes, Malfoy is courting him." Ron said tartly, "I bet Krum can see right away who he is... After all, Krum is courting everywhere he goes." He, flatter him..."

"Enough, Ron," Clark couldn't help but stop him from going on.

Hermione also snorted, "They look much happier than Booth Button and the others."

She was right, and Durmstrang's classmates looked up with interest at the starry ceiling as they shed their fur cloaks.

Two of the students also picked up golden plates and goblets and held them carefully, obviously interested.

And at the faculty desk over there, Filch, the janitor, was bringing over some chairs.

For today's grand occasion, he put on that musty old tuxedo.

Harry was surprised to see that he had added four chairs, two on either side of Dumbledore.

"But there were only two more people," said Harry. "Why did Filch bring out four chairs, who else would come?"

"Huh?" Ron replied humorously, his eyes still on Krum.

"There are also officials from the Ministry of Magic. After all, the prize money for this event is paid by the Ministry."

Clark glanced at the guest table, then looked away, and joked to Ron, "If you want to make friends with Viktor Krum, maybe I can help you."

"Really?" Ron turned his head and asked in surprise.

"of course it's true."

Clark said maliciously, "I can help you make a potion of love and put it in his diet quietly, then your dear Viktor Krum will belong to you alone—"

"Hahahahaha!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Hermione, Harry, and Neville beside him burst out laughing.

"Hey!" Ron shouted dissatisfied in an awkward state, "It's not a shame to want to make friends with Krum!"

Fortunately, his embarrassing state didn't last long. Soon, all the students entered the auditorium and took their seats at the tables of their respective colleges.

The teachers also accompanied the two principals who came from afar, and they filed to the guest-of-honor table and sat down.

Walking in the front are Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime.

The Beauxbatons' students rose to their feet as soon as they saw their Headmaster appear, bowing slightly in respect.

For their behavior, some Hogwarts students couldn't help laughing, but Beauxbaton's representatives didn't look embarrassed at all until Mrs. Maxime sat down on Dumbledore's left, They sat down again.

It seems that Beauxbaton's management is stricter than Hogwarts' more relaxed learning environment.

After all the professors sat down, Dumbledore still stood on the stage, and the auditorium gradually became quiet.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and - especially - distinguished guests," said Dumbledore, looking at the foreign students with a smile, "it is with great joy that I welcome you to the To Hogwarts. I hope and trust that you will be comfortable and happy here."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, a girl from Beauxbatons sneered, no doubt sarcastically.

She still wrapped her head tightly with the scarf, so she couldn't see clearly.

"That guy is annoying, and no one is forcing them to stay!" whispered Hermione, annoyed by the girl.

Clark nodded, agreeing with her statement.

"Everyone, the Tournament will officially start after the banquet." Dumbledore continued, "Now, everyone can eat and drink as much as they want, as if they were at home!"

With the end of his words, the plate in front of Clark and them was full of food as usual.

But this time the house-elves in the kitchen seemed to be pulling out all the stops.

It was the first time Clark had seen such a rich cuisine at Hogwarts, including some foreign flavors.

"what is that?"

Ron curiously pointed to a large plate next to the big steak, where cod, lobster, crab legs, mussels and mussels were piled up, mixed with some vegetables and soup, it looked like a pot Seafood chowder.

"Bouillabaisse," said Hermione.

"Good guy," said Ron.

"It's French," said Hermione. "I had it during my first year summer, and it was delicious."

"I'll just trust you." Ron said as he poured himself a bowl.

"Actually, this dish also evolved from Italy," Clark said while peeling shells, "but the ingredients and preparation method of Bouillabaisse are simpler, not as delicate and complicated as French dishes."

Food seems to make people more happy, at least Hermione is very happy at the moment, "Speaking of this, I remembered the glowing magic dishes I ate in France last time."

"Yeah, who would have thought that a mouse could make that kind of delicacy." Clark couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Food can also glow?!"

Ron was dealing with a French baked snail with a fork. Hearing what they said, he raised his head curiously, so that the snail drew an arc and hit Seamus on the head.

"Oh, sorry, Seamus."

It's a pity that Clark has already set his sights on another classic French confit duck leg.

This is also a regular dish in French cuisine, which originated from a method of preserving food in ancient France, mainly in the southwestern part of France.

In the era without refrigerators, in order to satisfy their appetites in the cold winter, the French invented the food preservation method of "fit (pickled)".

It's just that the general fruits and vegetables are [candied] and [vinegar pickled], while the meat is [oil-sealed].

Take a large duck leg of the right age, cut off the fat on the edge of the duck skin and boil the duck oil first.

Then marinate the duck legs with rock salt, dried herbs, black pepper, garlic, thyme, bay leaf and other materials for a day, then wipe them and put them in duck fat, supplemented with rosemary, sage, perilla Leaves and other spices are stewed slowly at a low temperature of 90 degrees.

After the duck meat is stewed, if you are not in a hurry to eat it, you can directly seal it in duck fat and keep it for a long time.

When it’s time to eat, just take out the duck legs and drain the oil, fry the duck skin over low heat until it’s browned, and then serve it with sweet and sour char-grilled tomatoes, and a delicious duck leg confit is complete.

To make such a dish, it takes a day or two to prepare and marinate in the early stage, so it is extra troublesome.

But its taste is worthy of its cumbersome cooking method.

Clark reached out to pick up a confit duck leg, took a bite, and the crispy duck skin and soft duck meat immediately fell off the bone.

A plump and plump meat taste, mixed with a lot of spices, and the aroma of fat that almost soaked the entire duck leg, exploded in an instant, as if a grand carnival carnival was held in his mouth .

The delicious taste was so amazing that Clark couldn't help tearing off a large piece of duck meat again, and couldn't wait to chew it.

At this time, in the auditorium, there were still many little wizards who were as immersed in food as he was, and everyone took advantage of this rare opportunity to crazily sweep up the food on the table.

This also caused Professor McGonagall to look sideways at the teacher's table, after all, the situation on Gryffindor's side was the most prominent.

Hermione noticed Professor McGonagall's dissatisfied gaze, and awkwardly tugged at the corner of Clark's clothes, "Hey, Clark, pay attention to your image, there are still guests here."

"What are you afraid of? In this world, there are only food and love that cannot be let down."

He said so, but Clark could only regretfully put down the food in his hand.

And at this moment, a deserted voice suddenly sounded in their ears, "Excuse me, do you still eat this plate of miscellaneous fish soup?"

Several people followed the sound and found that the person who asked the question was the Beauxbaton girl who had laughed when Dumbledore spoke just now.

At this moment, she finally took off the scarf on her head, revealing a long, silver hair like a waterfall, hanging down to her waist.

However, compared to her glamorous and almost monstrous face, this long silver hair is not surprising.