Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

When the guests from Durmstrang came closer and walked into the light cast by the entrance hall.

The reason why these people looked so big was that they were all wearing thick fur cloaks with messy and tangled fur.

The middle-aged man leading the team was greasy, with a goatee, long and smooth hair, and a silver-white robe on his body.

It was the headmaster of Durmstrang, Karkaroff.

Karkaroff walked up the ramp and said in a sweet and familiar voice.

"Dumbledore! My dear old friend, how are you?"

Dumbledore's mouth twitched. He was not familiar with Karkaroff, but he still shook hands with Karkaroff politely.

"Well, great, thank you, Professor Karkaroff."

"Ah, Hogwarts, I'm back again, so nice."

Karkaroff looked up at the castle, his yellow teeth showing in his smile, but his eyes were not smiling, but rather cold and sharp.

After he calmed down, he turned around and motioned a student to come forward.

"Viktor, come here quickly, are you Dumbledore? Let me introduce you to Viktor, my best student."

A sturdy boy walked out of the Durmstrang student team, he had a hooked nose and thick black eyebrows.

Many Hogwarts wizards exclaimed in low voices.

"It's Krum!"

At the back of the Gryffindor team, Ron, who had been silent for a long time, was also surprised.

"I can't believe it, it's Krum, it's Viktor Krum! He actually came to Hogwarts!"

Roommate Seamus pouted.

"For God's sake, Ron, he's just a Quidditch player."

"What? Just a Quidditch player?"

Ron stared at Seamus in a daze, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

Ron, who had become more mature, hadn't quarreled with anyone for a long time. This time, he argued with his roommate again for his idol.

"Seamus, he is one of the best seekers in the world! And he's just a student."

Seamus still said disdainfully.

"One of? We have the best hitters in the world at Hogwarts, and we can form a national team independently. And Krum looks so old, and the chief is even younger!"

Ron was instantly knocked out, and bowed his head again in silence.

In front, Karkaroff pulled Krum to him and said to Dumbledore in a show-off manner.

"Oh, Dumbledore, this is the best student of our Durmstrang, and he is my pride.

And Krum has officially joined the Bulgarian national team, and he will definitely become a warrior this time."

Dumbledore smiled politely and waved to Shaw behind him on the left.

"Shor, come here."

Shor raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that he still had his own things to do, and he didn't expect that the old bee would also be vain and compare.

But before Shaw took a step, Karkaroff twitched his mouth and laughed.

"Okay, it's too cold. I need to take Krum in to warm up. He caught a cold on the boat. I hope the stove in Hogwarts is warmer.

I'll take people in first, and I won't wait with you for the other two second-rate schools."

After all kinds of sarcasm, he couldn't wait to greet his students and lined up to walk towards the castle.

Shor looked at Karkaroff's back as he left, and many thoughts flashed through his mind.

I thought this former Death Eater, who was also the first to betray, would not dare to lead the team to England.

I didn't expect that he would dare to come.

Is he relying on something?

He tried to use the incomplete Dark Mark to provoke it, but Karkaroff, who was not far away, did not react.

Shaw's eyes could not help but condense.

Draco followed the chief's gaze and raised his chin proudly.

"The principal and students of this school are really rude."

Shaw looked at him, smiled and said nothing.

Looking back and seeing Snape also showing a thoughtful look, he thought about it, stepped forward and whispered to Snape.

Snape touched his wrist involuntarily and asked in confusion.

"Are you sure?"

Shaw said indifferently.

"Anyway, it's okay to keep an eye on it. I don't care. I'm just afraid of threatening Harry's safety."

Snape was immediately caught.

Shaw ignored the choking Snape and looked at the clouds in the sky.

"It's really interesting, it's so complicated, are they still fighting for who will be the last to appear?"

Dumbledore moved his ears and said to Shaw with a smile.

"Shor, why don't you invite the guests out? It's so cold, and it's very cold in the sky. This is not our way of entertaining guests."

Shaw raised his eyebrows and understood what the old bee meant.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore is indeed not suitable to play the villain, and the situation cannot remain deadlocked.

ThenI can only be the bad guy myself.

Well, it is indeed time to let these ignorant people know how to treat guests.

He walked calmly to the front row, pulled out the magic wand from his sleeve, and waved it casually at the distant sky.

The arc of electricity crackled on the black and red wand of Guo Beng, and the dark sky seemed to be split in half.

On one side, the moon was hanging high, and the wind was light and the clouds were light.

On the other side, the sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and violent storms.

The young wizards looked at the chief with admiration and immediately understood, and felt extremely relieved.

Dumbledore saw Shaw's operation and felt a little amused. Was he going to make the guests wet?

In the sky in the distance, a waterspout began to appear, with rolling clouds and water vapor, which was extremely terrifying.

And where the waterspout swept, two groups of people appeared in a mess.

One group of people, all of whom were riding on a huge and magical creature like a goshawk.

A group of people, each riding a thick and long tree trunk.

They were all carried around by the strong wind brought by the waterspout, like a small boat in the huge waves, slowly and passively drifting towards the castle.

This movement even alarmed the staff of the other two schools in the castle.

They walked out of the gate and saw the terrifying noise. They all looked at the initiator with awe in their eyes.

"This is too strong!"

"Is this still a student?"

"Oh my God, it's a good thing this person was banned!"

The little wizards of Hogwarts could no longer suppress their emotions and cheered for the chief excitedly.

"The chief is so awesome!"

"Haha, they asked them to let us freeze, now we are miserable."

"Hehe, the chief has never let me down!"

When all the people from the Russian Kodoskrez School of Magic and the American Ilvermorny School of Magic and Witchcraft were brought to the lawn.

They glared at Shaw.

Shaw smiled warmly at them and waved his wand to the sky again.

The clouds dispersed, the rain stopped, the thunder disappeared, and the wind died.

The visitors were immediately stunned by this skillful technique.

Although Dumbledore was also very satisfied with the effect, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. It turned out that his efforts were not in vain.

He quickly went to meet the visitors from the two schools and helped Shaw deal with the aftermath.