I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 248 French Arms
Some magical animals are always very picky about food, especially they have some hobbies that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve. Perhaps this is why magical animals are more difficult to raise.

Of course, it's just a small guess.

The students were discussing privately, not the tall and handsome horses at the door, but how big the horses at Durmstrang would be.

A small number of students were secretly staring at the older sisters from Beauxbatons, and some even stared at them blatantly from across the Gryffindor table. The girls from the lower grades sat there and kept pouting, looking at their own bean sprout-like bodies and then at the slender bodies of the older sisters from Beauxbatons, and they began to feel more and more jealous.

The sour smell didn't last long, because people from Durmstrang also came in.

Durmstrang is in Eastern Europe, where the people are tall and strong, both men and women. It should be said that due to their unruly education style, the temperament of this group of people is also a little gloomy, more like gangsters and thieves than like a group of wizard students.

"It's Krum! Viktor Krum!" Ron shouted out loud, but fortunately his voice was very low and no one noticed him.

By the way, Ron is Krum’s little fanboy. I hope he won’t feel disillusioned when Krum falls in love with Hermione in the future.

Harry beside him also seemed a little excited. Krum's outstanding performance in the World Cup and the excellent Wonski feint had conquered him.

"For God's sake, Ron, can't you just calm down?" Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "It's just a Quidditch player, why are you so excited?"

"'Just a Quidditch player'? Merlin's beard, Harry, listen to her tone!" Ron stared at Hermione in a daze, totally unable to believe that her lips, which were 37 degrees apart, could actually say such cold words: "He is one of the best seekers in the world, Merlin's socks, I never thought he was a student like us... Oh my God..."

The Durmstrang delegation all wore matted fur cloaks, while the leader wore a smooth, silvery-white fur cloak that looked as soft and silky as his hair.

"Dumbledore!" the man called enthusiastically as he walked up the ramp. "My dear old fellow, how are you doing?"

"Excellent, thank you, Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied.

Karkaroff's voice was mellow and sweet. He walked up to Dumbledore and gave the old man a warm hug with his arms open. His hair was not completely white, but black and white - not like the usual gray, but the black and white colors were clearly distinguished, as if he was a skunk turned spirit.

What about gender-change Kael? Can she attach Karkaroff's head to someone else's body?

The connection tyrant, right?

"Dear old friend - Hogwarts." Karkaroff looked up at the ceiling of the Great Hall and smiled with a nostalgic expression - but there was no smile in his eyes. He was still cold and sharp, and the smile never reached his eyes. "It's great to be here, so great... Viktor, come over and warm up, Dumbledore, you won't mind, will you? Well, you know, Viktor is my favorite student, he has a cold, I'm worried..."

Karkaroff motioned Viktor Krum to come forward. His thick black eyebrows made one wonder if he was the long-lost distant grandson of your great ancestor.

At the same time, there was another commotion, and even several senior female students began to rummage through their bags, trying to find something for Klum to sign.

"I didn't expect he was a student." Draco muttered aside.

Louis smiled and said, "It's nothing strange. Everyone has been a student before."

"That's true." Draco chuckled and turned his head towards Beauxbatons Academy not far away.

Louis noticed Draco's gaze, and he looked in that direction, just in time to see Fleur stretching. Her exquisite and graceful curves were indeed a bit tempting - Louis knew that she was a Veela.

"Tell me, which one do you like?" he asked with concern.

Draco shook his head and looked away: "I just think that the most beautiful girl in Beauxbatons is a little bit strange..."

"Are you in love with that person?" Pansy joked, and at the same time silently said in her heart that it was impossible. Our Xiaolong will only like that person forever...

There is really no hope for this rotten girl...

Draco was stunned, and immediately retorted: "How is that possible? I'm not obsessed with looks... I just think she's a little weird. Normally, I rarely like people because of their looks, but she is an exception..."

This is the truth. Miss Watson was so beautiful back then, but Draco was not moved...

I've gone off topic. It's actually true that Draco looks at a person's ancestry first, not their appearance.

"And you still say you don't like her?" Pansy laughed strangely, looking like she was teasing someone.

Louis patted Draco on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You are right, Draco. Do you still remember the Bulgarian mascot during the World Cup?"

Draco thought carefully, "Veela?" he asked in surprise.

"Yes, this girl has Veela blood." Louis said with a smile, "So the reason you have an inexplicable liking for her is not because you like her, but because of her natural charm. I am very pleased that you can discover this."

Draco was stunned for a moment, then said happily: "Great, Louis, you finally praised me..."

Three periods passed through Louis’ mind.

These two idiots...how come they are even more stupid than Pote now?

He looked back at Harry and Ron who were grinning at Krum, then at Draco, and said with some disdain: "I think you should play with Pott and Ron, the three of you are like idiots..."

Pansy chuckled, amused by Louis' words. In fact, she also thought Draco was quite stupid.

By this time, Dumbledore had already arranged the seats for the Durmstrang students, and Karkaroff also took the guest of honor seat, sitting on both sides of Dumbledore with Madame Maxime.

At the same time, Hagrid also walked in with the first-year students. Behind him, there was a child wrapped in Hagrid's moleskin coat. The coat was too big for him, even bigger than a winter quilt.

Unlike his classmates who were terrified, this kid didn't look scared at all. Instead, he looked extremely excited. When he looked around and came to the Gryffindor side, he raised two thumbs and mouthed, "I fell into the lake!"

"This kid is definitely a Gryffindor, a real Gryffindor," Louis said firmly. "Why do you say that?" Catherine asked curiously. She also noticed this unique kid - or rather, everyone present noticed this guy.

"This kind of heartless and aggressive character can only be possessed by a thorough Gryffindor." Louis smiled and gave the definition of prejudice.

Catherine rolled her eyes at him and said nothing.

At this time, Professor McGonagall, like in previous years, came to the freshmen with a worn-out sorting hat, put down a three-legged stool in front of them, and put the hat on it. This novel ceremony quickly attracted the attention of students from the other two colleges, who stared at the hat intently with curiosity in their eyes.

At this moment, the hat suddenly opened its mouth and began to sing a nonsense song.

"That was more than a thousand years ago, when I was just being woven into shape. There were four famous wizards whose names have been passed down to this day:
Brave Gryffindor...

……

I want to see your brain and decide which house you belong to!"

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, there was warm applause in the hall. Draco said to Pansy: "This is not the song it sang last year. This guy sings a different song every year."

"I think his life must be boring and tedious." Pansy said with a smile, wondering if she should find something for the hat to do, such as making up some short stories?

That’s too bad, I’m going to hit him with my fists.

At this time, Professor McGonagall unfolded a large roll of parchment. She reached out to adjust her glasses and said loudly: "Whoever's name I call, put the hat on your head and sit on the stool. After the hat announces the college, go sit in the corresponding college seat - see? Yellow is Hufflepuff, blue is Ravenclaw, red is Gryffindor, green is Slytherin, don't go wrong!"

After that, she glanced at the parchment and read aloud:
"Hannah Ai..."

Then, Professor McGonagall also reacted. She smiled awkwardly but politely: "Sorry, I got the wrong list... This is the one used four years ago. Well, I have to apologize again, Mr. Ai Bo, please sit down."

Hannah was also stunned. The girl with twin ponytails even started to think about whether they should be re-sorted.

At this time, Professor McGonagall changed the parchment and read aloud: "Stuart Ackerley!"

A boy walked up and saw that the little guy was shivering all over. It was not known whether he was afraid of the hat or just got frozen. In any case, he was shaking all over like a sieve and looked pitiful.

Professor McGonagall said a few words of comfort to him and then put the hat on his head.

"Ravenclaw!" the hat yelled.

There was a burst of applause from the Ravenclaw seats. Louis felt someone touching his arm. He turned around and saw it was Katherine.

She nodded and motioned Louis to look over there.

Louis looked in the direction Catherine pointed and saw Harry who was staring at Ravenclaw College. He followed Harry's gaze and saw Zhang Qiu.

"Spring is here, everything is reviving, it's the breeding season for animals, and the air in the mountains is filled with the scent of hormones..." Louis said in a low voice, and then he and Catherine looked at each other and burst out laughing at the same time.

"Silly little deer." Catherine gave Louis a bundle of autumn spinach.

I have to say that this sister is getting better and better. When it comes to hooking up with Louis, she always has a firm grasp.

"Harry! Harry!" Draco called him loudly. It took Harry a long time to come back to his senses. He looked at Draco with confused eyes, not knowing what he was calling him to do.

"My eyes almost flew away!" Draco teased his old enemy Harry with great joy: "Or do you want to transfer to Ravenclaw? My God, how come a traitor like you appeared in Gryffindor?"

"Gryffindor doesn't know this person." George teased loudly. Fred was not to be outdone and said to Harry with a smile: "If you like him, just go after him boldly..."

Harry's face suddenly turned red. Not far away from him, Ginny had already drawn her wand, with a look of intense fear on her face.

She didn't mind giving Harry a show of being torn to pieces right there and then. In front of so many people, Harry actually dared to look at another woman. It was really... unforgivable!
Is it really that beautiful? Ginny looked over there and saw Zhang Qiu smiling brightly, smacking her lips in disdain.

She's really not as pretty as her, except that she has a more exotic look.

Ginny is not really confident. In fact, she is quite pretty. Different from the simple and honest chubby girl in the movie, the Ginny here has a bit of the charm of Sophie Marceau, and is somewhat of a pure and lustful little beauty.

"What...what peeking? Can it be called peeking when it comes to wizards?" Harry argued, his neck muscles stiffened, his face flushed, and then he started talking a bunch of nonsense. Sometimes he said he was not looking at the girl, and sometimes he said that the person looked like his childhood neighbor. For a moment, the seats of Gryffindor and Slytherin were filled with a happy atmosphere.

Fortunately, Ginny was quite generous and didn't take this little incident too seriously. She just told Harry that they would meet in the Room of Requirement tonight.

Compared to the warm welcome from other colleges, Slytherin's welcome was more reserved. They all sat upright, and when the Sorting Hat called out the name of Slytherin, they clapped gracefully and reservedly and nodded at the freshmen, which caused considerable psychological pressure on them.

I've heard that Slytherin House is rather lenient, and this time I finally got to experience it.

"When is the dinner going to start? My mouth is watering..." Ron complained while lying on the table. He hadn't eaten for the whole afternoon and was just waiting to have a good meal at the freshman welcome party. But apparently he had overeaten and was now starving.

"Look, Ron, the Sorting ceremony is much more important than eating," said Nearly Headless Nick.

Ron rolled his eyes: "You are dead, of course you would say that..."

Louis quietly took out a baguette from his pocket, first touched Vitalie's shoulder, then turned around and handed the baguette to Ron under her resentful gaze.

"Try it, fresh French arms, you will be interested."

(End of this chapter)