Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 268, Section 266: Durmstrang x Beauxbatons x Hogwarts

Viktor was as excited as a fanboy seeing his idol when he saw Dudley.

Anyone who likes Wizard cards will admire Dudley.

"I've watched your game too, Viktor, it was absolutely fantastic. The championship was just a hair's breadth away from changing hands, but I think it should have belonged to Bulgaria."

Dudley praised Viktor without reservation: "You are the best seeker."

In fact, Dudley had absolutely no interest in Quidditch matches; he was only dragged there by force.

However, outsiders have no idea about this.

The other Durmstrang students were overjoyed to hear Dudley's praise, each of them puffing out their chests proudly as if he were praising them.

For a time, the atmosphere between the two schools was very harmonious and friendly.

"Cough cough."

Karkarov broke the atmosphere with two dry coughs, sounding somewhat annoyed.

He wasn't interested in Wizarding Cards, or rather, he didn't even know what Wizarding Cards was.

Naturally, he didn't understand why his students were so excited.

His gaze fell on Dali, but only lingered for less than three seconds before shifting away.

He was just an ordinary little wizard.

Karkaroff thought dismissively.

His gaze lingered on Harry for quite a while.

After all, he is the star of the entire wizarding world, the savior Harry Potter.

Actually, his appointment as headmaster at Durmstrang was somewhat related to Harry.

"Professor Karkaroff, I think we should continue our conversation inside the castle. Lady Maxim of Beauxbatons has been waiting for us for quite some time."

Dumbledore said with a smile.

Karkaroff said nothing more, and the Durmstrang delegation followed Dumbledore and his party into Hogwarts Castle. They were very calm, unlike the young wizards who were entering Hogwarts for the first time.

As one of the three great magic schools in Europe, Durmstrang is not much inferior to Hogwarts in a strict sense. Hogwarts has the vast Forbidden Forest, which is full of countless magical plants and animals. Durmstrang has a mountain lake that is even larger than the Black Lake, where countless ghostly ships are moored. The aquatic plants and animals at the bottom of the lake are in no way inferior to those in the Forbidden Forest.

Both are castles, but Hogwarts is grand and impregnable, making it the safest place in the wizarding world, while Durmstrang is the City of Winter, mysterious and its exact location unknown to anyone.

Both have their own merits.

As for the castle at Beauxbatons, it is not so old. It was funded by the alchemist Nicolas Flamel and his wife Pereñar Flamel when they visited in their youth a few hundred years ago. In much earlier times, Beauxbatons existed as a manor rather than a castle. There were no forbidden forests or mountain lakes there, but it was beautiful with spring-like weather all year round and a huge magical fountain with restoration and beautification functions.

"My God, it's Viktor!"

As Durmström's men entered the Great Hall, many young wizards who loved Quidditch began to murmur amongst themselves upon seeing Victor.

"Oh dear, I can't believe it, I didn't bring a single quill pen with me."

Do you think he'll sign his name on my clothes with lipstick?

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The treatment of star players is naturally different.

The students from Beauxbatons' delegation had already chosen seats at the Ravenclaw table. The students from Durmstrang's delegation, however, gathered at the door, unsure where to choose—Gryffindor or Slytherin.

As for Hufflepuff, well, neither delegation took it into consideration.

Ultimately, they chose Slytherin, since in their minds Slytherin, like their school, had some knowledge of dark magic.

Unfortunately, although the long tables at Hogwarts are still arranged according to the four houses, the young wizards from the four houses often move between tables, and the fixed seating arrangement for each house is long gone.

So Ron sat down next to Victor, but unfortunately Victor preferred to chat with Draco and the others.

After a brief chat, Dumbledore announced the start of the banquet, and plates of delicious food appeared on the table.

In addition to the usual dishes, there were one or two more special dishes.

For example, right in front of Ron was a dish that looked like a seafood medley.

"The French-style mixed fish soup was quite good."

Hermione served herself some and ladled a bowl for Dudley; there was a similar dish in front of both of them.

Ron also tried a little, then silently put down his spoon.

This dish was completely incompatible with his taste.

Victor, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy the food quite a bit. Although he wasn't French, he appeared to really like the taste.

In order to get a little closer to his idol, Ron gritted his teeth and tried a second bite.

He silently put down the spoon again; the instinctive resistance of his body made it impossible for him to swallow.

Screw idols.

Ron decisively abandoned the dish and began to devour the chicken legs with both hands.

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Among Beauxbatons' students, one witch stood out the most. She had large, bright blue eyes, a set of clean, white teeth, and long, flowing, silver hair that cascaded down to her waist.

Every glance and smile captivated the hearts of many young male wizards around them.

Even the young wizards at the Hufflepuff table next door were affected.

"The taste is good, just as good as the chefs in Beauxbatons."

The witch took a small sip of the French fish soup and said with satisfaction, "I didn't expect that there would be people in a place like Hogwarts who know how to cook and enjoy good food. I thought I was going to go hungry today."

Her words immediately provoked dissatisfaction from some of the young witches, while the young wizards looked completely captivated.

Not long after he finished speaking, he received a merciless sarcastic remark.

"I really worry about the food at Beauxbatons, that people actually eat this haphazardly cobbled-together food."

Madison tossed the spoon aside, staring at the French mixed fish soup in the bowl with disgust, as if it were some kind of awful food.

She stretched lazily, outlining a perfect curve, and gently licked the corner of her mouth with her pink tongue. That captivating gesture made even more young wizards fall for her.

Even students from Beauxbatons and Durmström were not spared.

The two little witches' eyes met in mid-air.

It was as if countless sparks were colliding together.

"We meet again, Fleur Delacour."

Madison looked at Beauxbatons' witch with disgust.

"I really don't want to see you here, Madison Roberts Flint."

The witch from Beauxbatons, known as Fleur Delacour, retorted without backing down.

"You really make me feel uncomfortable all over."

Madison: "Likewise."

(End of this chapter)