Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 340 Beauxbatons and Durmstrang
The morning passed quickly.

After lunch, a joyful anticipation gradually filled the air. People had lost interest in class, all thinking about the arrival of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's students that evening.

Even more exciting is that Potions class ends half an hour early, which is even more joyful for Gryffindors than Christmas.

The moment the bell rang, the students immediately sprang into action.

Xilun followed most of the students back to the common room to put down his backpack and textbooks, and then hurriedly ran back to the lobby on the first floor.

A long queue had already formed, with the four deans standing at the front, checking everyone's attire.

"Put your hat on properly, Mr. Weasley..."

“Miss Hannah, you’d better take that flower off your chest and let it bloom; I think it will definitely attract bees.”

"Gore, hasn't anyone told you all day that your buttons are buttoned up wrong?"

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The stern voices of the deans could be heard all around.

It was clear that they valued this meeting highly. Siron had never seen Professor McGonagall be so strict about clothing before; she even insisted that some of the witches remove their more extravagant decorations.

At 5:30, led by Professor McGonagall, everyone began to file down the steps and arrive at the front of the castle.

The weather was already getting cold at the end of October, and even wearing cloaks, some people were still shivering in the cold evening wind. But many more felt only excitement and completely forgot about the cold.

As time passed, a buzz of conversation gradually rose from the previously quiet line. People were whispering about how Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's students had managed to get there.

"By train..."

"The door key..."

"Apparition..."

"Perhaps it's the FlooNet?"

“That’s the only impossible one.” Hermione turned to look at Ron, who was speaking. “If it were FlooNet, Professor McGonagall wouldn’t have made us wait at the castle gate. There’s no fireplace here.”

Ron's face immediately turned bright red.

“And Apparition is impossible too.” Hermione looked at Harry again. “Apparition is not allowed on the grounds of Hogwarts.”

After waiting a while, the sky gradually darkened, and a bright, translucent moon hung in the sky above the Forbidden Forest.

It was only one minute until six o'clock, but there was still no movement around us. It was still so quiet and peaceful, just like usual.

Just then, Dumbledore, who was standing in the back row with the other professors, shouted...

"Ah, if I'm not mistaken, Beauxbatons' representative has arrived!"

As he finished speaking, a colossal object appeared on the distant, deep blue horizon, rushing toward them at an incredible speed.

That thing was bigger than a hundred flying brooms, it looked like a house flying!
Only when they got closer did people realize that it was a huge powder blue carriage, pulled by twelve winged horses, landing on the Hogwarts grounds at incredible speed.

With a deafening roar, the carriage came to a stop. The golden, elephant-sized divine horses shook their enormous heads, their fiery red eyes warily scrutinizing everyone in front of them.

Xilun's eyes lit up when he looked at the divine steeds.

Like the Thestrals of Hogwarts, the Divine Horse is an extremely rare magical creature, even rarer than the unicorn.

The Divine Horse is also the symbol of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

“They are so beautiful,” Siren couldn’t help but say, his gaze lingering on their wings and tails.

"Yes, it's really beautiful..."

Someone responded to him.

Turning around again, he saw Hagrid, who was staring in the direction of Beauxbatons' team with a mesmerizing look. At the same time, the giantess that Siron had seen at the Quidditch World Cup also stepped down from the carriage.

Shelen looked at her, then at Hagrid, who seemed drunk, and felt that what they had just said wasn't the same thing.

When he said "beautiful," he was referring to those divine talisman horses...

"Dear Madam Maxim, welcome to Hogwarts!" Dumbledore was the first to clap, and everyone else joined in.

"Sirlen, what are you looking at?" Harry asked Sirlen, who stood motionless beside him, while clapping his hands.

"Those divine horse wings are really impressive. I wish I could pick a few," Xilun said casually.

"What?" Harry was taken aback.

"No, it's nothing." Xilun finally came to his senses and shook his head repeatedly, saying, "It's just an idea."

"Wait, you're not thinking of taking advantage of those horses, are you...?"

Harry was about to say something, but was interrupted by a gasp.

"Look at the Black Lake..." a Slytherin exclaimed in surprise, pointing towards the Black Lake. "Something's coming out!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and discovered that the once calm surface of Black Lake was now churning with huge splashes of water.

Then, in the middle of the black lake, a huge whirlpool appeared, and a long black rod slowly rose from the whirlpool.

"That's a mast!"

"This is teak that is over five hundred years old..."

Harry and Siron spoke at the same time, but their focuses were clearly different.

However, everyone's attention was focused on the large ship that was slowly rising from the Black Lake, and no one else noticed it except Harry.

Harry looked at Siron, whose eyes were even brighter than before, and had a feeling that he was brewing some dangerous idea.

He subconsciously glanced back at the professors.

Fortunately, Dumbledore was talking to a man with a goatee and didn't notice them.

"Dumbledore, my dear old friend, how are you?"

“Excellent, thank you, Professor Karkaroff.”

This person must be the headmaster of Durmstrang... Harry thought to himself.

However, compared to the distinctive Headmaster Beauxbatons, this Headmaster Durmstrang was much more ordinary, and for some reason, Harry disliked him very much.

As for the reason, he couldn't explain it either.

Or rather, Harry himself found it strange that even though it was their first meeting, he just didn't like the other person... just like when he first met Malfoy.

"Harry, Harry, look over there!"

Suddenly, he felt Ron next to him forcefully poking his arm.

He subconsciously looked in the direction the other person was pointing, and a familiar figure immediately appeared before him.

He was all too familiar with that striking hooked nose and those thick, dark eyebrows; he had seen the opponent's poster almost every moment during the Quidditch World Cup a few months ago.

"Harry, it's Krum!"

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(End of this chapter)