Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 267, page 265: I know you, world champion Harry Potter.

After the two principals exchanged a few words, Professor McGonagall led the students and teachers of Beauxbatons into the castle.

A long time passed, but there was still no movement.

The young wizards looked up at the sky with longing eyes, but for a moment there was silence all around, and there was nothing in the sky.

As time went by, the temperature gradually dropped, and many young wizards were already shivering in the cold wind.

Suddenly, a curtain of light descended from the sky and shone on the young wizards, who were surprised to find that it had become much warmer.

"Professor Dumbledore, I think the students should be allowed to go inside the castle to warm up."

"It's not good to get sick in this kind of weather."

Dudley retrieved his wand and broke away from the group, walking a few steps to Dumbledore.

"Durmstrang is late, and by a long time. There's no need to make the students suffer here. They were the ones who were impolite first."

Although he could keep casting this warming spell indefinitely, he didn't want to pay for Durmstrang's work.

Being late is a terrible thing to do, no matter where you are.

Dumbledore thought for a moment and then agreed: "Pomona, please take the students inside first."

"Mr. Dursley is as gentle as ever."

Dali's actions just now undoubtedly won everyone's favor once again.

If there were a favorability system, then numbers like +1 and +1 would be constantly flashing in front of his eyes.

One by one, the students entered the castle, leaving only Dumbledore, Snape, Flitwick, and a few other students led by Dudley on the lawn outside.

Hmm. Only the prefect and the discipline group stayed behind.

After a while, a strange sound drifted from the darkness. It seemed to be a mixture of suppressed rumbling and sucking sounds, somewhat like a vacuum cleaner!

The sound did not come from the sky.

Lake. The sound comes from the Black Lake.

Durmstrang did not travel by air, but chose to travel by water.

The once calm, dark surface of the water was no longer still. A disturbance arose beneath the surface, and huge splashes of water rose to the surface, waves crashing against the damp shore. Right in the very center of the lake, a large whirlpool appeared.

A black mast slowly rose from beneath the whirlpool.

"This scene is somewhat similar to the vortex in Heroes of Might and Magic III."

"The underlying principles must be different."

As Dudley watched the mast rise, he thought of the whirlpool in Heroes of Might and Magic III, which had a certain chance of causing loss of crew members.

In other words, if the giant octopus at the bottom of Black Lake had a good temper, it would have torn you apart if it had a bad temper.

A giant octopus lives in the Black Lake at Hogwarts. No one knows how many years it has lived, and there are rumors that it is Godric Gryffindor in disguise.

Soon, a magnificent ship slowly emerged from the water, gleaming in the moonlight.

As the anchor was thrown into the shallow water, the massive cabin doors slowly opened.

One by one, a group of burly men, dressed in distinctive fur cloaks and comparable to Gore and Crabbe, emerged from among them.

"Dumbledore!" the man at the front called out enthusiastically to Dumbledore as he walked up the slope. "How are you, my dear old friend?"

"Very well, Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied rather indifferently.

Igor Karkarov, Principal of Durmstrang.

When Karkaroff realized that besides Dumbledore, there were only a handful of other people around to greet them, his smile froze, and his expression immediately turned displeased, as if he had donned a different face. Fortunately, out of respect for Dumbledore, he didn't immediately lash out.

What? You said he was late first?

Sorry, Karkaroff didn't care about that. His original plan was to deliberately be late to give Hogwarts a hard time.

Although his attitude towards Dumbledore had completely changed, he didn't say anything more.

This made Dudley look regretful; he had originally wanted to find an excuse to let the other party know the importance of punctuality.

"It's been so long since I've been here. Hogwarts is still as magnificent as ever. It's wonderful." Karkaroff looked up at the castle. Although he was still smiling, there was no smile in his eyes, only indifference and coldness.

"Victor, come here and warm up. You don't mind, Dumbledore, do you? Victor has caught a bit of a cold."

Karkaroff beckoned one of the students behind him to come forward and led him to Dumbledore.

With his short hair, striking hooked nose, and thick, dark eyebrows, he was easily recognizable—Viktor Krum, Durmstrang's star student and the Seeker for the Bulgarian national Quidditch team.

Karkaroff's intention was very clear: he wanted to show off his outstanding student to Dumbledore.

Look, my student is the Seeker, a star player in the Quidditch World Cup.

Dumbledore's smile remained unchanged.

In reality, to Dumbledore, Viktor Krum, no matter how good he was, was just a Quidditch player. What hadn't Dumbledore seen over the years? He'd even seen a pink humanoid toad.

Moreover, the students at Hogwarts are not much worse than Viktor.

"I know you, I've watched your matches."

Before Karkaroff could continue showing off, Viktor spoke up, his face beaming with excitement as he addressed Harry, who stood beside Dumbledore.

"The champion of this year's Wizarding World Championship, the famous Harry Potter, if I hadn't been busy participating in the Quidditch World Cup, I think I would have participated in that competition as well."

The appeal of Wizard cards lies in the fact that almost all young people love them.

The other students at Durmstrang School also looked at Harry with admiration.

Many of them participated in the competition, but unfortunately, they didn't even make it through the preliminary rounds.

"uh-huh."

The sound of someone clearing their throat drew Viktor's attention, and his eyes lit up again: "Oh, right, and the runner-up, Mr. Draco Malfoy."

Draco nodded with a smile, clearly enjoying the admiring looks from the Durmstrang students.

"Oh, Mr. Neville Longbottom, one of the final four, is here too. I can't believe you're all Hogwarts students. I thought there would be one or two Beauxbatons among you."

As he spoke, Viktor's gaze shifted again and landed on Ron. As the most Quidditch enthusiast in the Discipline Group, Ron greatly admired Viktor and even regarded him as his idol and goal to strive for.

Just as Ron was excitedly preparing to enjoy his idol's praise, Viktor's gaze shifted away from him without lingering, then he paused slightly, before becoming even more excited than when he saw Harry.

"You must be Mr. Dursley, the inventor of the Wizarding Cards!"

(End of this chapter)