The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

"The spire is separated."

As Dumbledore waved his wand, a rumbling sound sounded.

Everyone turned around and looked at the majestic roof of the auditorium in surprise.

At this time, the rocket-shaped spire in the center of the roof had already started to rotate according to Dumbledore's command.

"Well..." Dumbledore also raised his head and looked at the spire with some worry, muttering, "Even if I became the headmaster of Hogwarts, I didn't know all the secrets of this castle... It hasn't been activated for many centuries..."

Only Scott and his friends who were close to him heard some of his words.

Scott looked up and watched the tower float up and slowly leave the roof of the auditorium.

This tower is actually a "vehicle"?

In the "original book", facing the siege of dark forces such as Voldemort and the Death Eaters, the students of Hogwarts could only escape to Hogsmeade Village through the secret passage. Hearing Dumbledore's words at this moment, he suspected that this was what the Ravenclaw tutor told Dumbledore.

This is the so-called butterfly effect.

Scott thought.

In the "original book", Ms. Grey never returned to the study room, nor did she wake up Ravenclaw.

Because of Scott's existence, something changed, and Peeves, who was used to running around inside Hogwarts, happened to go to the remote underground music room.

Because Peeves was captured in the underground music room by Medea's arrangement thousands of years ago, Medea's consciousness was awakened.

Because Medea's magic oath affected many students, Helena mustered up the courage to walk into the study room in order to stop her.

When she faced the mistakes she made in her life, she also awakened the consciousness of Ravenclaw sleeping in the portrait.

Perhaps, the existence of Ravenclaw's portrait now can let professors know more secrets of the castle, and make Hogwarts safer and more difficult to conquer.

While Scott was thinking, the spire flew over their heads, casting a huge shadow.

Everyone looked up and opened their mouths.

Roger said to Scott, "So we will take this 'rocket' to Beauxbatons?"

"Cool!" Fred shouted, "So cool!"

He was so excited that he turned around and waved vigorously to George in the crowd in the distance.

Amid the exclamations of the crowd, the spire slowly landed on the lawn.

Looking closely, Scott found that although the spire was very high, it was not very large.

If you look at it from the outside, the area of ​​the tower can't accommodate more than 20 people.

But no one was worried about this.

"Next, it's time to activate it." Dumbledore said, "Let me think about what to do."

He waved his wand again.

"Spire out."

As he chanted the spell, the stone wall below the spire sank and two magnificent doors appeared.

The red wooden door was inlaid with various metals, forming the Hogwarts school emblem.

At the same time, the bricks under the door moved to form several wide stone steps.

"Wild boars are flying."

Dumbledore waved his wand again.

Following his sight, two shadows rose into the air at the gate of Hogwarts Castle.

The two winged wild boar stone sculptures that usually stopped on both sides of the gate flew over and landed on the pillars on both sides of the spire gate.

Click, click, click...

Then, a sound similar to mechanical rotation came from the tower, and the eyes of the two wild boar stone sculptures began to glow, and white mist sprayed out of their nostrils.

Click.

The two doors slowly opened, and the red carpet extended from the inside of the spire and was laid on the stone steps at the door.

"Let's go, let's go."

Dumbledore took the lead and walked towards the gate.

Scott and the others followed him with their luggage and walked into the tower.

"Come on!"

"Win the championship!"

"Long live Hogwarts!"

There was a lot of cheering and encouragement behind him.

Turning back and waving, they stepped onto the stone steps and entered the gate.

"Oh, it's a pity that Warrington didn't show up." Fred said regretfully, "I wanted to thank him when I left."

He was afraid that you would make him angry to death!

Scott complained in his heart.

After passing the gate, an empty hall came into view.

As expected, the interior of the spire was much larger than it looked from the outside.

The decoration style of the hall looked similar to that of the Hogwarts Great Hall, but the area was smaller.

There was only a long table in the center, which could seat more than 30 people.

Although he said so, Scott felt that this hall could accommodate all the teachers and students of Hogwarts, and it would not be too crowded.

Dumbledore walked to the center of the long table and turned to look at everyone.

Behind him were two staircases winding up from both sides, leading to the upper floors.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the door behind everyone closed, blocking the cheers outside the tower.

"Stand firm, set off!"

With his command, the entire spire was suspended in the air again and flew upwards.

The whole process was very stable, and Scott did not have any problem standing still.

They all walked to the window and waved outside.

"Champion!"

"Hogwarts! Champion!"

They heard a few hysterical screams and laughed immediately.

As the spire rose higher and higher, the crowd of people who were seeing them off gradually shrank from their sight.

They soon saw the whole picture of Hogwarts.

The forest, the Black Lake, and the village of Hogsmeade in the distance...

Until the spire passed through the thick clouds, the white clouds like cotton wool obscured everyone's sight.

"That is..."

Scott looked ahead at the group of dark creatures standing in the white clouds.

"Thestrals."

"Thestrals? Where are they?"

Fred squeezed next to Scott and leaned against the window to look out.

"Can you see them?" Scott asked.

"Oh, I can," Fred said. "When our grandfather died, even though I was young, I did see death."

"So this 'rocket' needs a Yeqi to pull it?" Roger's tone was a little disappointed.

Scott smiled and said, "It can levitate, has a large internal space, and is light enough for the Thestral to pull it, which is already amazing."

As he spoke, dense ropes flew out from the tower, connecting the reins on the Thestrals.

As all the Thestrals flapped their wings and flew forward, the spire began to move forward quickly.

At this time, Dumbledore also walked to the window.

He said cheerfully: "We adopt a method of traveling that saves magic power. If we are not afraid of wasting it, we can use the magic power of the castle to reach Beauxbatons in an instant."

"Oh! Really?" Fred was a little excited, "This tower can 'disapparate' us all?"

Dumbledore nodded, "Although it's not apparation, the effect is similar. Of course, you need to locate it before taking action, which means spending magic power to capture Beauxbatons' magic source."

"Why don't you try it?" Fred asked regretfully.

Everyone looked at Dumbledore.

Scott guessed, "That would weaken the defense of Hogwarts Castle."

"That's right," Dumbledore nodded, "We must ensure that the castle's magic power is sufficient. Only in this way can we ensure the safety of all teachers and students."

Everyone thought about the current situation and immediately understood what he meant.

"Now, you can go upstairs and find a room to live in." Dumbledore said. "Each room can accommodate four people. Oh, you will all live here for the next six months."

Upon hearing this, Scott and the others walked towards the stairs curiously.

Dumbledore added: "There are several hardworking house elves in the tower serving us. Lunch will be in the hall at 12:00. We expect to arrive at Beauxbatons in the afternoon and have dinner with them there."

Scott followed everyone upstairs.

There are still several floors in the tower above the hall.

The second floor is a common room decorated in the colors of the four major colleges, with many sofas and tables.

The dormitories are located on the third floor and above, and these dormitories are connected through the central spiral staircase on the second floor.

In addition, men's and women's restrooms, bathrooms and other facilities are also available.

There are a lot of rooms, and more than twenty people cannot fill the room.

Everyone assigned rooms at will, and Scott, Roger, and Fred lived in one room.

After everyone put down their luggage, everyone gathered in the common room on the second floor. Only Dumbledore was missing.

Roger laughed and teased, "There are too many rooms here. There is no need for four people to share one room. Oh, Fred, you should invite Angelina so that the two of us can live in the same room."

At this time, Angelina and several girls happened to be not far away.

The girls burst into laughter upon hearing this.

Angelina laughed and said: "Oh, as long as Fred dares to invite me..."

"How was it?" Fred asked.

Angelina laughed and said, "I'm going to smash your head in with a bat!"

"Oh, I didn't think so, I'm not Roger," said Fred.

"Hey!" Roger was dissatisfied.

Fred ignored him and looked at Angelina, "What if I just invite you to be my partner at the Yule Ball?"

"Dance partner?" Angelina nodded generously, "Of course."

"oh!"

Everyone who heard their conversation was cheering and applauding.

Another said: "How cunning, Fred, it's almost two months until the Yule Ball!"

Fred raised his head proudly, "You can also invite me now."

Many boys were impressed by what he said, and their eyes began to scan among the girls.

Meanwhile, the girls were sizing up the boys.

There seemed to be some pink bubbles flying up, and Scott felt as if he had mistakenly entered a group blind date scene.

"Oh, I don't think you need to worry."

Roger sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere at the moment.

"We are not the only ones attending the ball. Beauxbatons and Durmstrang have many good boys and girls waiting for you to choose."

"Oh, Roger, that's what you thought!"

"It seems like you can't wait for an exotic love affair!"

Although there were many voices mocking Roger, everyone was no longer in a hurry to choose a dance partner.

"These guys are really dishonest." Roger said disdainfully. "There are obviously many people who have the same idea as me, but they still have to pretend."

Everyone booed him loudly.

The long journey at high altitude was a bit boring. Except for lunch time, Scott and the others passed the time in the common room playing wizard chess.

When the clouds outside the window were dyed brilliant colors by the sunset, Dumbledore's voice came from downstairs.

"Everyone change into school uniforms and robes, it's time for us to land!"

Scott and the others took action immediately, went back to the dormitory, put on their ties, put on neat and clean school uniforms, and then gathered in the hall.

Dumbledore was dressed extremely gorgeously.

A crisp pointed wizard hat and a robe covered with bright star patterns.

Even the long white beard on his chest was neatly combed, with a beautiful bow tied at the end with a pink ribbon.

"Oh, we lost to an old man over a hundred years old in terms of dressing up." Fred muttered in Scott's ear.

"If you want to dress that way, I'm with you," Scott said.

Dumbledore said loudly: "Classmates, get ready, we are about to arrive at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

As he spoke, the spire began to slowly move through the clouds.

Everyone gathered in front of several windows again.

From an overhead perspective, the breathtaking grand manor of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, surrounded by vast lawns and beautiful mountains, comes directly into view.

Under the warm sunset, the scenery of the Pyrenees is stunning.

The girls were already chattering among themselves.

"What a nice view!"

"This is completely different from Hogwarts!"

"Well, their castles and estates do look more gorgeous."

The spire continues to fall.

Outside the window, the Beauxbatons flag was flying.

The coat of arms on the flag is two golden crossed wands, with three stars emerging from each wand.

Looking up close, the architectural style here is indeed completely different from Hogwarts.

Hogwarts Castle is full of ancient mystery and more rugged.

The buildings in Beauxbatons are more beautiful and gorgeous. Compared with the Magic Castle, it seems more like a group of splendid French palaces.

There was a rumble and the spire landed on a lawn.

The door slowly opened, and Dumbledore led everyone out of the tower.

The teachers and students of Beauxbatons were welcoming them not far away.

Most of them were wearing flowing robes made of light blue silk, and the one who attracted the most attention was undoubtedly an extremely tall witch standing at the front.

From a distance, her height was almost the same as Hagrid's.

"Oh, that's the Headmaster of Beauxbatons, Madame Maxime," Dumbledore said.

"Dear Dumbledore, welcome, welcome."

Madame Maxime walked towards this side, and the black high-heeled shoes exposed under her robe looked as huge as a sled.

Up close, this lady looks much more beautiful and delicate than Hagrid.

Her face is olive-colored and very handsome. Her eyes are dark and large, and they look watery. Her nose is pointed and her hair is combed back and tied into a shiny bun at the base of her neck.

Her dress is also very gorgeous, on par with Dumbledore——

The sparkling black robe was wrapped from the neck to the feet, and there were many luxurious opal jewelry on the neck and thick fingers. Those gems sparkled in the sunset.

"Oh, dear Madame Maxime, long time no see. I hope everything is well with you."

Dumbledore took her huge hand in his and kissed her hand with almost no need to bend down.

Madame Maxime smiled reservedly.

"Oh, Dumbledore, the delegation from Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry hasn't arrived yet. You and your students..."

She glanced at Scott and the others.

"Are you going to wait with us for a while, or are you going to go into a warm room and rest first?"

"I guess we all don't have to wait too long because they're already here."

Dumbledore turned to look at the lake embraced by the mountains in the distance.

"Oh, you're right, they did come!"

Madame Maxime also turned towards the lake.

"Hey, Scott!"

At this time, a figure ran out happily from Beauxbatons' people.

It was Lucio, whom Scott met in Spain during the summer vacation.

Lucio ran straight to Scott, seemingly unaware of the disapproving expressions on the faces of his professors and classmates behind him.

"Hello, Lucio."

Although Scott saw the expressions of those people, he still said hello to Lucio naturally and introduced him, Roger and Fred to each other.

"Hello! Oh! Did you come here on this tower? This is really interesting."

Lucio just said hello to Roger and Fred, and then just observed the spire behind Scott and the others with interest.

"This must be an alchemical work! Otherwise, how could it move? It's amazing! I wonder if I can go in and have a look, what do you think?"

He looked at Scott longingly.

"I don't know much about it either." Scott said, "If you want to visit, you need to get permission from our professor."

Lucio nodded quickly, "Okay, please help me talk to your Professor Dumbledore, please!"

The conversation between the two attracted countless attention.

Whether it was Beauxbatons or Hogwarts, everyone was watching them.

Even Dumbledore and Madame Maxime glanced at them.

But Lucio didn't realize it.

Scott was a little helpless and could only remind him, "Durmstrang is here."

"Oh! I wonder how they will appear? And what kind of alchemy items will they be?"

Lucio was immediately diverted and looked towards the lake in the distance.

Crash.

The sound of water sounded.

The water on the lake is filled with white mist.

Then the splashes grew larger and larger, and the waves crashed against the wet shore.

In the center of the lake, a huge whirlpool appeared, and something like a long black pole slowly rose from the whirlpool.

"It's a mast!" someone exclaimed.

Slowly, a huge wooden boat rose out of the water.

The ship looked weird, like a skeleton, and looked like the remains of a sunken ship that had just been salvaged.

The portholes glowed with a dim, misty light that looked like ghostly eyes.

Finally, with a faint splashing sound, the big boat emerged completely, bumped on the undulating water, and began to sail towards the lake shore.

A moment later, everyone heard a splash, and an iron anchor was thrown into the shallow water, and then there was another snap, and a wooden plank was put on the shore of the lake.

"Oh, it's a ship." Lucio's voice was a little disappointed, "I should have thought of it earlier, I mean, I have heard of Durmstrang..."

At this time, the people on the boat were coming ashore, and Scott and the others could see the silhouettes of these people passing through the porthole lights.

Those silhouettes all look burly.

When they walked onto the lawn, everyone discovered that the reason why they looked so big was because they were all wearing a kind of fur cloak with very shaggy fur.

But the one who came leading the way was a truly burly wizard.

Not the Karkaroff Scott had seen.

It is said that after Voldemort was resurrected, Karkaroff had escaped without a trace.

"Dear Madame Maxime, Mr. Dumbledore."

The wizard greeted Madame Maxime and Dumbledore.

Scott heard Dumbledore and Madame Maxime address him as Professor Hartman.

It sounds like a German surname.

Of course, the extraordinarily tall Professor Hartmann became petite again when he walked in front of Madame Maxime.

The leaders of the three schools exchanged a few words. Mrs. Maxim first sent someone to take care of the Thestrals in Hogwarts, and then led everyone towards the interior of the manor.

During this period, Viktor Krum of the Durmstrang team, as a world-famous Quidditch star, received the most attention.

Many people are curious about him.

"Oh, maybe I could get to know him better and get him to sign more," Fred whispered.

Scott and Roger both looked at him in surprise, thinking that he admired Krum like everyone else.

Fred continued: "I dare say that his autograph will be sold for a high price, and the stupidest brother in our family will spend his pocket money to buy his autograph."

"Well, I shouldn't have doubted you," Scott said.

"What?" Fred didn't understand.

Scott shook his head.

Everyone came to the interior of the manor and passed the huge square in front of the beautiful castle. In the center of the square was a fountain.

The gushing water of the fountain is clear and translucent, and in the center of the spring stands a pair of tall stone statues.

"That is the fountain named after the LeMay couple. The spring water has the function of repairing and beautifying."

Lucio proudly introduced Scott and the others.

"The school's castle and grounds were partly funded by the alchemists Nicolas and Perenal Flamel when they visited Beauxbatons in their youth."

After passing the wide square, they climbed up the clean white stone steps and finally entered the interior of the palace-like castle.

When they walked into the auditorium decorated by Beauxbatons, the students from Hogwarts and Durmstrang couldn't help but make a sound of exclamation.

"This is the largest banquet hall in Beauxbatons." Lucio said, "It is usually only used when grand events are held."

Scott and the others stood on the shiny marble floor and looked around.

The splendid and complex decoration inside this banquet hall is so gorgeous that it is dazzling to see, especially the several huge crystal chandeliers hanging on the high dome, which are emitting a bright light that blinds people's eyes.

Crisp laughter could be heard from time to time as countless sparkling fairies shuttled among the dazzling crystals, adding some dreamlike color to this majestic banquet hall.

Roger blinked and asked Lucio, "Are you sure this is not the palace of the King of France?"

"Oh, does it look too gorgeous here?" Lucio laughed, "In order to welcome the guests, Mrs. Maxim led everyone to specially decorate it. She likes this gorgeous style."

Neither Scott nor the others spoke.

They all know that Hogwarts cannot be transformed into this tone no matter how it is dressed up.

Of course, they would not envy the Beauxbatons students.

The sense of history that hits you like Hogwarts is not here.

"Okay, come and sit down with me."

Seeing the professors all taking their seats at the top of the banquet hall, Lucio quickly greeted Scott and the others.

"Beauxbatons isn't divided into houses like Hogwarts, so we can all sit wherever we want."

"You don't separate schools?" Fred asked curiously, "Then how do you go to class?"

Lucio said: "We are in the same grade, so our classrooms are very big. Of course, that was a few years ago..."

Several people walked to the long table and sat down.

"By the third grade, many people will be separated." Lucio continued to explain, "Everyone has different interests. The school encourages us to choose which professors to follow based on our own interests. Some are similar to the traditional apprenticeship system, but there are also Very different…”

Scott finally understood that the teaching system of Beauxbatons was different from that of Hogwarts.

In Beauxbatons, the basic courses in the first two years were all large classes, and the school would assign professors to teach freshmen.

Starting from the third grade, the courses became a two-way choice between professors and students.

In other words, from the third grade, their teaching system was similar to that of the sixth and seventh grades of Hogwarts.

But Beauxbatons had more choices, and even for the same subject, there would be professors with different teaching focuses for students to choose from.

Soon, everyone was seated.

Lucio also introduced some of his classmates to Scott and his friends.

The students of Beauxbatons were also very interested in Hogwarts and chatted with them enthusiastically.

After a while, Madame Maxime, who was sitting in the main seat in front, stood up from her specially made, particularly spectacular high-back chair.

The moment she stood up, needless to say, all the students of Beauxbatons immediately shut up and sat neatly.

It is conceivable that the school of Beauxbatons is very strict in disciplining its students.

The students of Hogwarts and Durmstrang were all looking at this scene in surprise.

The huge banquet hall suddenly became quiet, and even the fairies flying above everyone's heads stopped laughing.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and especially distinguished guests."

Madam Maxime's low voice came.

"On behalf of Beauxbatons, I sincerely welcome you. Of course, I am confident that Beauxbatons will give you a wonderful time."

She stretched out a broad palm and used a few thick fingers to elegantly hold a special crystal goblet -

The size of the goblet complemented her hand, but it was several times larger than the cups in other people's hands.

"It is an honor that the long-dormant Triwizard Tournament will be revived in Beauxbatons, this beautiful and great magic manor."

She raised the wine glass with a proud look on her face.

"But before the competition begins, please enjoy the dinner we have prepared carefully. You will like it."

As she sat down gracefully, a variety of delicious food appeared on the long table in front of Scott and his friends.

In addition to the French dishes representing the host, there were also some British dishes and other dishes prepared for the guests.

But Scott and his friends did not even look at the British dishes.

They had eaten enough on weekdays.

Even if it was just for the sake of novelty, they were more willing to taste those rare foreign dishes.

During the meal, a female student with long silver hair walked over slowly.

"Lucio." There was dissatisfaction in her voice, "You always like to act on your own. Aren't you afraid of making Madam Maxim angry?"

The moment she appeared, it was as if she brought a beam of light--

a light brighter than the crystal lamp and the fairies above her head, attracting everyone's attention.

The girl had long, waterfall-like silver hair that fell to her waist like a bright moonlight. In addition, she had a pair of big blue eyes and a mouthful of white and neat teeth.

Beauty.

When people saw her, no other words would come to their mind except beauty.

This was a visual impact brought by pure beauty, which had nothing to do with temperament, conversation, or inner qualities.

It was pure beauty.

Scott blinked and quickly came to his senses.

He already knew who the visitor was.

He ignored Roger, who was staring at him like an idiot, and only secretly touched Fred with his foot.

What are you looking at? That's your sister-in-law!

Fred looked at Angelina across from him the moment he came to his senses.

Unfortunately, Angelina had seen his performance just now, and now she rolled her eyes at him.

"Madame Maxim will not be angry with me, Fleur." Lucio raised his head and said confidently.

"You can't do whatever you want just because the professors like you." Fleur glared at Lucio, "According to the agreement, you should have stayed by Madame Maxime's side to greet the guests, not..."

Lucio shrugged his shoulders and interrupted her speech indifferently, "Well, it's over, Madame Maxime didn't say anything, and it's not your turn to teach me a lesson."

"It seems that I'm meddling in other people's business."

Fleur's face changed slightly, snorted coldly, and turned away.

Throughout the process, she acted very arrogantly, not even giving a glance to anyone other than Lucio.

Even though she was eagerly watched by many boys, she was not moved at all.

After she left, Lucio said to Scott: "Oh, that's Fleur Delacour in the seventh grade, the most favored student of Madame Maxime in Beauxbatons. In short, don't take her words to heart."

Scott shook his head to show that he didn't care.

"Fleur Delacour?" Roger muttered the name, looking at the beautiful back reluctantly, "Oh, it turns out that my efforts to come to Beauxbatons were absolutely the right thing to do!"

Lucio shook his head, "You like her? I advise you not to act rashly."

"Why do you say that?" Roger asked.

Obviously, he was still very confident in himself.

Lucio said: "There are too many boys who like Fleur, do you understand what I mean? She has too many admirers to count, and there is no shortage of very good guys. She is used to being pursued, which means that no matter what kind of offensive can impress her."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"I suspect that maybe one day she will take the initiative to pursue a boy. But before that, she will not accept any guy who takes the initiative to pursue her."

The students of Beauxbatons beside him nodded in agreement.

"I think so too."

"Lucio is right!"

"It's been seven years, and no one can pick Delacour, the most beautiful flower in Beauxbatons."

"Forget it, you guys from Hogwarts."

They all attacked Roger.

But Roger seemed to be unconvinced.

"Then please watch." He smiled confidently.

Scott glanced at him and said nothing.

He didn't think highly of Roger.

In the "original" Triwizard Tournament plot, Roger was Fleur's dance partner.

Didn't he still fail to deal with that arrogant girl in the end?

He would just wait and see this guy's joke.