A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 596 A Group of Boring Souls

Trinity was a Venetian; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she grew up in the water.

Racing a boat with a witch like this is just plain reckless... You've really messed up the car that's off the road, like the legendary driver Takumi Fujiwara.

We're already being lenient by not causing a fatal car accident for you.

Therefore, you must never lose your temper while driving, and you especially must never lose your temper with a female driver. Otherwise, she'll teach you a lesson in no time.

Mocking Durmstrang is one thing... but the man still needs to be saved. Otherwise, it won't sound good if word gets out.

Tomorrow's headline in the Daily Prophet will likely be:

Shocking! Headmaster Durmstrang led his students to Hogwarts to participate in the Triwizard Tournament... and they were all wiped out, with not a single student surviving!

What's the point of communicating anymore? Our unbreakable friendship is gone just like that.

But unexpectedly, the biggest obstacle wasn't retrieving the ship, but... the mermaids.

The mermaid chieftain believed that Durmstrang's ship had damaged many mermaids' homes and demanded compensation.

Those mermaids who returned to work from Hogsmeade were also desperate for freshness.

These are a group of strong, young, and handsome men aged seventeen or eighteen; how can we just let them go?

Dumbledore negotiated for a long time before finally persuading the merman chieftain.

When Durmstrang's ship was salvaged... its original shape, which already resembled a shipwreck, became a real wreck.

The wizard on the ship, reluctant to part with the mermaid, walked towards the shore.

They were wearing fur cloaks, the fur of which was tangled and looked wet.

Principal Karkarov, walking at the very front, wearing a silver-white cloak and soaking wet, shivered as he spoke:

"Dumbledore! My dear old friend, how have you been lately?"

His teeth were chattering as he spoke.

"Excellent, thank you, Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied. "Would you like to warm up first?"

"Of course... these damned mermaids..." Karkaroff's eyes were gloomy.

That was his favorite boat, and he always sailed it when he went on long trips.

I visited Venice last time. Although it has been reduced to ruins, its shipbuilding industry is still unparalleled.

He then spent a large sum of money to hire Venetian wizards to repair it.

Who would have thought that just a few months later, the ship would look like this!

Damn!

and many more……

He glanced at it casually and spotted another boat drifting on the Black Lake.

"Dumbledore, whose ship is this?" he asked through gritted teeth.

This is the ship!

Suddenly, the speed increased, and before he could react, he crashed headfirst into the octopus.

"My ship," Trinity, standing beside William, asked. "What's the matter?"

"What is it?" Karkaroff exclaimed excitedly, "What did you say? Pay for my ship!"

"Why should I pay?" Trinley scoffed. "Did I rear-end you, or did I crash into your boat?"

"You..." Karkaroff was speechless. Could he say that he had bumped into an octopus while "cutting off" another car?

"Who is this, Dumbledore?" Karkaroff turned to the headmaster, exasperated. "Why is he here?"

"Like you, I was invited to watch the game." Dumbledore smiled.

"Who invited you?!"

"I invited him, so what? Do I need Durmstrang's permission?" William asked slowly.

Karkaroff saw William, took a step back, and habitually touched his wet cloak.

Ever since witnessing the tragedy in Venice, Karkaroff has felt an unconscious fear whenever he sees William.

"Your own skills are lacking, yet you blame others?" Just then, Maxim's sarcastic remark came in a light tone.

"A bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong."

Karkarov glared at Maxim and said angrily:

"Dumbledore, the water is too cold!"

We need to find a place to change our clothes!

"Of course." Dumbledore asked Professor Snape to lead the way.

"Viktor, come with me to change your clothes. It's so cold, and you've been soaking in cold water for so long," Karkarov beckoned. "Your cold has gotten worse."

A wizard walked by, his striking hooked nose and thick, dark eyebrows drawing everyone's attention.

He seemed to have really caught a cold; he was shivering all over, wiping his nose, and his cloak was dripping wet.

The man saw William and seemed about to say something, but was pulled away by Kakarov.

"Harry—it's Krum!" Ron jumped around in the crowd as if he were on steroids.

"Is he Durmstrang's flight instructor?"

"No, he's wearing a school uniform like a student, so he must be a student too." Harry shook his head.

"What?" Ron exclaimed incredulously. "I always thought he was thirty, I never imagined he was so young!"

Harry nodded.

Krum does look very mature for his age. This is undoubtedly due to years of training and daily exposure to the elements; he wouldn't pay much attention to skincare.

Charlie was only in his early twenties, but he looked like he was in his thirties or forties. This was undoubtedly due to his constant masturbation in Romania.

The crowd walked into the auditorium, all discussing what had just happened.

Many Hogwarts students recognized Krum and were ready to run over for his autograph.

"If possible, I'd like to get his autographed photo too," Ron said eagerly. "You didn't bring your quill, did you, Harry?"

Harry shook his head. He wasn't particularly interested in that, and instead looked toward Ravenclaw's dining table.

He discovered that Beauxbatons' students were all sitting at Ravenclaw's table.

At that moment, he really wanted to immediately transfer to Beauxbatons!

I wonder if Professor McGonagall will agree.

At the Ravenclaw table, William was also surrounded. A group of Beauxbatons students were all asking him for autographs.

One daring girl even took out her lipstick and asked him to sign it on her dress.

The location was indeed a formal gown, but the girl was pointing to her chest.

Fortunately, Dumbledore rescued him, and the headmaster and a group of teachers took their seats, and the students immediately quieted down.

With Mrs. Maxime, the students of Beauxbatons rose from their seats.

Even Fleur, who was standing next to William, was no exception.

"This is a custom at Beauxbatons; students can only sit down after the principal has sat down, as a sign of respect."

Little Gabrielle whispered in William's ear to explain.

She looked around the Great Hall of Hogwarts with curiosity. It wasn't as magnificent as Beauxbatons, but it was very interesting.

Especially that ceiling.

"How about it, come to Hogwarts?" William said, seizing the opportunity.

Gabrielle immediately asked, "Can I come to Ravenclaw School?"

William readily agreed, "Of course, the Sorting Hat is my little brother, I'll just say hello to it."

The little girl nodded, then shook her head, and hummed twice, saying, "Why can't you come to Beauxbatons? You could be a professor here."

My sister told me you were teaching ancient runes at Hogwarts. This school is short-staffed; it's obviously not going to work!

William looked at Gabrielle, who was tilting her head, with a wry smile, and gently tapped her forehead with his finger.

"I'm not going to be a professor; I'll only be a university president."

With my abilities, I'd be more than qualified to be the principal at Beauxbatons.

William could become the first person in history to hold the position of principal of four schools.

The little girl rolled her eyes, too lazy to even bother talking to this scoundrel who was trying to glorify himself.

She simply tugged at William's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Where is Anne?"

William pointed in the direction of Gryffindor. She looked up at the main table, then immediately bent over and tiptoed toward the Gryffindor table.

William and Fleur exchanged a glance, both looking somewhat helpless.

Gabrielle is learning from Anne and will soon be ready to graduate.

Who knows what kind of trouble this pair of dark female wreaks will cause during the three-way battle!

Dumbledore stood up again, raised his hand, and the Great Hall gradually quieted down.

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

Dumbledore said, smiling as he looked at the foreign students.

"I welcome you to Hogwarts with great joy. I hope and believe that you will feel comfortable and happy here."

"The tournament will officially begin at the end of the banquet," said Dumbledore.

"I now invite everyone to eat and drink to their heart's content, just like you'd be at home!"

The principal seemed to have prepared a little surprise for the new guest.

For example... a collection of classic jokes, free selection of songs, and singing the school song.

Under the angry glares of all the teachers, Dumbledore wisely and aggrievedly remained silent.

These surprises...does nobody like them?

What a boring bunch of souls.

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