Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 469: Exit

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Different from the atmosphere of separate academic exchange with Nurmengard, coupled with the increase in the number of new students, the entire castle is filled with joyful atmosphere because of the arrival of this day.

The four-wizard tournament is such a grand event among magic schools that it is enough to keep young boys and girls from sleeping with excitement.

In the class, no one was paying attention to the class. Everyone thought that people from Nurmengard, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang were coming tonight. Even Potions class wasn't as unbearable as usual, as it ended half an hour early.

When the bell rang early, all the students hurried back to the common room of their respective colleges. They put down their schoolbags and textbooks as instructed, put on their latest cloaks, and then hurried through the corridor, across the hall, and came to the main entrance.

The slow-moving Sean was the last batch of students who arrived at the scene even under Hermione's urging.

"Sean, I told you to hurry up." Hermione said dissatisfiedly, and the little white flower on the side secretly licked the magic lollipop in his sleeve, and then smiled at Sean.

Shawn spread his hands: "It's not time for assembly yet, and this time I didn't say that the prefects are responsible for maintaining order..."

As soon as the words fell, Professor McGonagall's voice sounded.

"Prefects, maintain the order of your respective colleges and make the team tidy."

Hermione raised her brows at Sean in a demonstrative manner. Sean shrugged, stepped over the crowd and came to the front, commanding the Ravenclaw team under Professor McGonagall's orders.

After a period of quarreling, the students lined up neatly. Professor McGonagall stood at the front and looked at her students with satisfaction. She glanced at her students and said loudly: "Children, this is a grand event held by Hogwarts and other schools. I hope you can always remember the glory of being a Hogwarts person, and don't let other schools look down on you, understand?"

"Know—know——"

"Very good," Professor McGonagall nodded with satisfaction, "Please follow me, the first-year students are at the front, don't be crowded and make noise...prefects, continue to maintain order..."

They filed down the steps and stood in line in front of the castle. It was a cold, crisp evening, night was falling, and a white, translucent moon had hung over the Forbidden Forest.

Sean stood beside the team, casually put his hands in his pockets, and looked at the sky and the black lake.

The lower grade students around were discussing in low voices.

"How do you think they will come? By train?"

"Probably not. After all, it's so far away. According to the speed of the Hogwarts Express, it will take several months?"

"The broomstick? Or some kind of mount that can fly?"

"But the weather is so cold, riding a broomstick for so long, people are freezing?"

"That's right, I think it might be something like Apparition or a Portkey..."

"However, teleportation magic is not allowed within the Hogwarts campus. Even visitors from other schools must abide by this rule, right?"

"There may be giants in other schools. I heard from the seniors that when they went to Nurmengard for academic exchanges, a tower of the castle turned into a huge stone giant—"

"Oh, that must be cool!"

Listening to the conversation of the students, the corners of Sean's mouth curled up.

The way of appearance often represents the strength of the school, and, for a long time, Xiao En believes that there is a saying that makes sense.

It’s always like this—when everyone gets together, they can’t help but want to show off...

At this moment, Dumbledore, who was standing in the back row with other teachers, shouted—

"Ah! If I'm not mistaken, Beauxbaton's representative has arrived!"

Following Dumbledore's voice, the students immediately looked in all directions anxiously.

Sean looked up at the sky directly.

Someone pointed high: "There!"

A monstrous thing, much larger than a broomstick—or a hundred broomsticks, at least—was rushing across the dark blue sky towards the castle, growing bigger and bigger.

As the black mass flew over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, illuminated by the lights from the castle windows, they saw a huge powder-blue carriage flying towards them. It was as big as a house, and it was drawn in the air by twelve winged horses, all silver-maned horses, and each of them was about the size of an elephant.

On the field that had been vacated long ago, Hagrid was holding two huge signs and waving them vigorously.

The carriage descended extremely fast, and the driver saw Hagrid, and the huge carriage team roared towards Hagrid—after the earth-shattering noise, Hagrid who fell on the ground stood up amidst the smoke and dust, and the carriage almost overturned him just now.

The school emblem of Beauxbatons was printed on the huge door, and there were two golden crossed wands with three stars emerging from each.

The door was pushed open, and a boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the carriage, bent down, fumbled for something on the floor of the carriage, and opened a golden spiral staircase.

Bouncing back respectfully, Sean saw a shiny black high-heeled shoe stick out of the wagon—the shoe was about the size of a child's sled.

Stepping out of the carriage was an amazingly large woman, even a little taller than Hagrid, who looked like a silvery white wall - she was wearing silvery white clothes today.

Different from Sean's imagination, the headmaster of Beauxbatons had a rather handsome face, which was much gentler and much prettier than Hagrid's rough and wild face.

Dumbledore started to applaud, and the students also clapped their hands. Many stood on tiptoe, trying to get a better view of the woman.

Her face relaxed into an elegant smile, and she held out a gleaming hand (covered almost entirely with opal rings the size of pigeon eggs), and walked towards Dumbledore. Although Dumbledore was also tall, he barely stooped to kiss the hand.

"Dear Ms. Maxim," he said, "welcome to Hogwarts."

"Dumbledore," Madam Maxim said in a low voice, "I hope you are well."

"I'm fine ma'am, welcome to you and your students."

"Thank you - my students -"

Ms. Maxim stretched out her hand and gestured backwards. Sean followed her hand and looked over. Dozens of men and women came down from the carriage one by one.

"It seems that there are a lot more students than I thought..." Sean thought silently.

The students who came down did not step forward without Ms. Maxim's order, but stood silently under the carriage. They didn't wear cloaks, and the clothes on their bodies seemed to be all made of silk, giving off some soft light in the dim sky.

Lady Maxime spoke to Dumbledore some more, and finally mentioned that her twelve huge silver-maned horses drank only single malt whiskey - Dumbledore assured her that Hagrid would take good care of the animals.

After getting a satisfactory answer, Ms. Maxime waved her hand, and the group of Beauxbaton's students came quietly and followed behind her. They crossed a path made by the Hogwarts students and walked towards the castle.

"Wow..." Someone let out a low exclamation.

In front of the student team, two girls, one tall and one short, deserved an exclamation.

A face like the most exquisite jewel, impeccable facial features and a delicate figure, long silver-white hair is dazzling, and the girl in the front is so beautiful that people can't turn their eyes away.

The shorter girl next to her is equally beautiful.

Most of the boys looked almost straight.

Sean knew who it was, Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons, and her younger sister Gabriel. The beauty inherited from Veela's mother made the two sisters the focus of attention.

What took the focus away was the loud sound that gradually amplified.

The great silver-maned horses stamped restlessly and snorted heavily - and not far away, a muffled rumbling and sucking sound, like a giant vacuum cleaner moving along the river bed.

"There! In the Black Lake!" A sharp-eyed boy exclaimed.

The black lake that had been as calm as a mirror fluctuated violently, and there was a turmoil in the middle of the lake. Huge splashes appeared on the surface of the water, and the waves crashed against the wet lake shore—then, right in the middle of the lake, a large whirlpool appeared, as if a huge plug was suddenly pulled out from the bottom of the lake...

A mast pokes out of the dark lake.

Slowly, majestically, the great ship rose out of the water, shining brightly in the moonlight. It was eerie, skeletal, as if it were the wreck of a freshly salvaged ship, and the portholes shone with dim, misty lights that looked like ghostly eyes.

At last, with a splash and splash, the ship emerged fully, and, bouncing on the choppy water, began to drive towards the shore. A moment later they heard a splash as an anchor was thrown into the shallow water, and with another snap a plank hit the shore.

A group of people walked across the ship plank and set foot on the gravel road of Hogwarts.

The students looked over curiously while applauding. Dumbledore stepped forward and shook hands with the leading man cordially.

"Dumbledore!" the man was calling enthusiastically as he walked up the slope, "my dear old chap, how are you?"

"Very well, thank you, Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied.

Karkaroff's voice is mellow and sweet. When he stepped into the light from the castle's main entrance, they saw that he was tall and thin like Dumbledore, but his white hair was short and his goatee (tipped in small curls) didn't quite cover his thin chin.

Sean squinted his eyes and looked at Mr. Durmstrang's Headmaster, a Death Eater who now has close ties with the Returners.

Karkaroff greeted Dumbledore with a big smile. He showed his yellow teeth, and the corners of his mouth were pulled at an extremely enthusiastic angle. However, even at the distance of Sean, he could still see the warm eyes of the other party.

Moreover, when Sean was looking at him, Karkaroff seemed to turn his eyes unintentionally, and his eyes met with Sean's.

Karkaroff didn't pause at all, and naturally looked away after the instant intersection.

He was looking for me just now... Sean sneered in his heart.

This man, who is more stupid than Lucius Malfoy, has obviously been completely reduced to someone else's tool man.

Sean slightly shifted his gaze to the other students in Durmstrang.

Behind Karkaroff, a burly boy caused many students to exclaim.

"Krum, it's Krum!" Sean heard Ron scream.

"What? Viktor Krum of the Bulgarian Quidditch national team? The world's number one Seeker?!"

More exclamations sounded, and no one even paid attention to the conversation between the two principals, all eyes were on Krum.

Sean took a small look and then looked away. He looked at other people.

The number of students in Durmstrang is also quite large, and at a rough look, there are more than sixty students.

They looked indifferent and resolute, with a kind of power that made people want to retreat.

Sean glanced at everyone without any shyness. Among them, a boy with a cropped cut noticed Sean's gaze.

The boy grinned, showing his white teeth.

Arrogant and ruthless, this was the boy's first impression on Sean. Immediately afterwards, he saw the boy sticking out a thumbs up to him.

Then crossed and slashed across the throat.

Chi Guoguo's provocative behavior made Sean smile slightly. The boy was standing behind Karkaroff and beside Krum. He seemed to be the second in command among the students.

It's interesting...

Sean turned his head and stopped looking at the other party. He was waiting for the last team to appear.

When Karkaroff and Dumbledore finished greeting each other, Durmstrang's students just had a face-to-face meeting with Hogwarts students.

The rumbling thunder sounded——

Without any warning, the torrential rain mixed with lightning suddenly poured down.

The strange thing is that the rain curtain did not hit anyone present, as if there was a line separating the heavy rain from the normal venue~IndoMTL.com~ Amidst the rumbling thunder, a dazzling red flame suddenly shone in the distant sky.

The flames spread rapidly, the rain curtain began to evaporate, and the thick water vapor broke into everyone's eyes like a fog covered in an instant.

Then, the fire burst out violently, and the mist evaporated crazily. The students with wide-eyed eyes finally saw the scene behind the mist.

"The Immortal"

It was a huge fire dragon, a dragon made of pure fire.

The fire dragon flapped its huge flame wings, completely evaporated the surrounding water vapor, and then let out a deafening roar——it rushed towards the ground.

The students in the front row backed up several steps in fright, looking at the giant in horror.

The fire dragon stepped on the ground, and a scorched smell emanated from the grass, and then, in just an instant, the fire dragon disappeared instantly.

An old man stepped out of the flames.

"Ha, Hogwarts!" he laughed.