The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Jon had never seen a Hogwarts dinner with such a sumptuous array of dishes placed in front of them...

A few of them are definitely foreign flavors, and the British certainly cannot make such delicacies.

After all, it is understandable if there are friends coming from afar.

Anyway, he was already hungry, so he took out a piece of black pudding and stuffed it into his mouth without restraint... which caused several girls from Beauxbatons passing by to frown at him.

Beauxbaton's classmates quickly chose a seat at the Ravenclaw table.

Viktor Krum and his fellow Durmstrang fellows took their seats at the Slytherin table.

After all the students had entered the auditorium and took their seats at their respective house tables, the staff also entered, and they filed to the guest table.

Dumbledore delivered a short speech...

By the time he finished his speech and announced the start of the banquet, Jon had easily finished off half a plate of black pudding and a large piece of steak.

...

When the banquet was over, Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, and Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Sports and Sports of the Ministry of Magic, also came to the hall.

As the two officials of the Ministry of Magic who have made significant contributions to the restart of the Triwizard Tournament, they will be the referees of the Triwizard Tournament together with the three principals.

At the same time, Dumbledore asked Filch to take the Goblet of Fire to the rostrum, and announced the rules of the Triwizard Tournament:

Three warriors, each representing a school, are selected by the Goblet of Fire; three challenging events, each of which can be scored according to the completion of the project; the warrior with the highest cumulative score at the end will get the Goblet of Fire!

The registration period is only twenty-four hours, until tomorrow night, which is the eve of Halloween...Only wizards who have reached the age of seventeen can register.

Then it seemed that I would not be able to witness Harry Potter become the fourth warrior, because tomorrow night was Saturday, and I had to go to Snape's office to do hard work all night.

At the same time, Jon heard a few sixth grade students under the age of seventeen discussing how to fool the Goblet of Fire...

He yawned and wanted to hurry back to the dormitory to sleep.

...

On Saturday, generally speaking, the students go to breakfast very late.

But when Jon came to the common room early in the morning, he found it full of people.

Many of the students were booing around Cedric Diggory... Cedric held a piece of parchment in his hand, and seemed to be hesitating for something.

"Well... does anyone know where Beauxbaton's students rested last night?" Jon asked loudly, and then added: "And Durmstrang..."

"The students of Durmstrang are back on their ship to rest, and the students of Beauxbatons are in the tower of Ravenclaw...Professor Flitwick has specially vacated a floor for them!" Someone replied road.

"Okay, thanks..." Jon nodded, and quickly walked out of the common room.

According to Jon's original plan, this year is a very important year... If he can hold Mrs. Maxim's big thick legs, the future will be much simpler.

Show her your grades in front of her, let her appreciate yourself, and at the same time, take the opportunity to transfer to Beauxbaton Academy of Magic after the semester is over...

Read another three or four years at Beauxbatons, waiting for the resurrected Voldemort to be killed by Dumbledore and Harry Potter.

Come back and reap the benefits of the fisherman...

Simply the perfect plan!

It is also possible to take the parents to France smoothly, keeping them away from disputes and their lives are not threatened.

So... It is necessary to get acquainted with Principal Maxim and these future alumni as soon as possible!

...

Jon pretended to read a book on the necessary road between the Ravenclaw tower and the castle, while waiting for the opportunity to come.

A few minutes later, under the leadership of Madam Maxim, more than a dozen Beauxbaton's students were rushing towards this side.

Jon pretended to be reading while walking, and walked through the side corridor.

"Bang..." He bumped into Madame Maxime.

"Zut! (French: Damn!)" Madame Maxime gave him a blank look and complained.

Jon looked up and replied in fluent French: "Je suis désolé, Madame. (I'm sorry, ma'am.)"

Mrs. Maxim couldn't help being stunned: "Vous parlez fran?ais? (Do you speak French?)"

"Oui, ma grand-mère est française. (Yes, my grandma is French.)" Jon responded.

This is already nonsense... Mr. Eric Hart is an orthodox Englishman, and his ancestors have not had a single bit of French blood for eight generations.

However, as a student from a non-wizard family, it is impossible for the other party to check his household registration book...so Jon can rest assured and boldly talk nonsense.

After all, if you want to be familiar with each other, and want to transfer to another school in the future... you have to make some connections.

At the same time, Jon raised his wand, waved his hand casually, and with a very crisp Flying Curse, the book that fell on the ground flew back into his hand.

"Quel age as-tu?" Madam Maxim asked curiously.

"Treize ans. (13 years old.)" Jon replied honestly.

Mrs. Maxim could not help giving him approving glances... The Flying Curse can be regarded as a rather troublesome spell. In Beauxbatons, many students in the fifth and sixth grades have difficulty controlling it (Beauxbaton's O.W.Ls exam is in the sixth grade. at the end of the grade).

A third-year student can use it so easily, it can be called excellent.

After a few more greetings in French, Madam Maxime took Beauxbaton's students away, and several girls looked at Jon curiously.

Until parted ways...

Looks like a great start!

Jon left with some joy.

...

Just a minute after Jon left, a portrait on the wall next to him suddenly opened his eyes and disappeared.

In the principal's office, a sharp voice suddenly broke the silence.

"Dumbledore!"

"What's the matter, Chris?" Albus Dumbledore raised his head in surprise.

Principal Chris Evra in the portrait was panting heavily while introducing the scene he had just seen.

"What did they say?" Principal Dai Lisi Dewent asked curiously.

"They speak French... I don't understand most of them..." Principal Evra lowered his head.

"Coward! Traitor!" On the other side, I remembered Phineas Black's scolding: "Hogwarts' shame..."

"...Dumbledore, if I were the headmaster..." Headmaster Black chattered endlessly: "...I would definitely fire him directly!"

Dumbledore raised his head solemnly, and gave Phineas Black a cold look: "Shut up, Phineas!"

Principal Dai Lisi Dewente has skillfully conjured ribbons and socks, and tied Phineas Black firmly.