In Snape's Potions class, almost everyone was beaming, because Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's representatives would arrive this evening, which meant they didn't have to take a full Potions class.
Snape's complexion was quite bad, his sometimes sallow, sometimes pale face was now frighteningly dark. He had assigned a lot of homework in class, but this still couldn't stop all the students from being in a good mood.
And earlier than this, the school also began to prepare for the reception of foreign guests.
The castle underwent a thorough sweep, and several grimy portraits were scrubbed away, much to the displeasure of those scrubbed. They sat huddled in the picture frame, muttering sullenly, and grinning in pain every time they touched the new pink tender flesh on their faces. That caused the armor to suddenly shine, and stop creaking when it moved. When Argus Filch, the janitor, saw that some students had forgotten to wipe their shoes, he went into a fit of rage, which drove two first-year girls into hysterics.
Other faculty members also seemed extremely nervous.
"Longbottom, please do me a favor. Don't show your secrets in front of Durmstrang's people. Let them see that you don't even have a simple conversion spell!" In a transfiguration class taught by McGonagall on, she snarled. That class didn't go very well, and Neville had inadvertently grafted his ear onto a cactus.
Although his personality has changed, it will take some time for other changes.
All of the above reflect the importance Hogwarts attaches to this event.
"Hermione, don't recommend your "vomit badge" to those two schools, they won't like that kind of thing, Professor McGonagall will definitely be angry if he finds out, don't embarrass yourself in front of outsiders " Ron reminded Hermione on the castle face, the students are queuing up outside now, well-behaved, no one wants to lose face at this moment.
"It's a disgraceful thing to fight for the rights and interests that the disadvantaged groups should have. This should be a glorious cause!" Hermione was offended at this time, and immediately retorted excitedly that she had been fighting for domestic children these days. Running around with the power of elves, produced a large number of medals engraved with spew, and then sold their own set of "theories" everywhere.
It's a pity that almost no one can understand her philosophy, even Harry and Ron treat her with a negative attitude, and spend money to buy her badge just to shut her up.
Neville was somewhat interested in this. After all, according to Hermione, he more or less seemed to see his own shadow, so he bought a badge to support her actions, and even wanted to take up a position.
Other than that, no one was even remotely interested in her claims, not even Hermione, who babbled and pestered people every night in the Gryffindor common room.
"Quiet!" Professor McGonagall looked at the group of students in front of him, coughed heavily, and reminded him aloud, the wrinkles around the deep-set eye sockets became more and more obvious as the brows furrowed.
All the students immediately fell silent, it was the first time they saw the old lady so serious even though she usually doesn't smile.
They became quiet, but this still couldn't stop them excitedly scanning the gradually darkened field, however, there was still no movement after a long time. Everything was still, quiet, as usual.
Suddenly a gigantic creature, much larger than a broomstick, or a hundred broomsticks, was speeding across the dark blue sky toward the castle, growing bigger and bigger.
The lights of the castle cast a powder blue color on the carriage.
The carriage is getting bigger and bigger, like a house, and it is flying in the air with twelve winged horses. They are all silver-maned horses, and each horse is about the size of an elephant. There should be only horses of this size. Able to pull such a carriage.
The Thestrals of Hogwarts are a pitiful little body compared to it.
"Why isn't it called a drunkard horse?" Malfoy complained silently in his heart, he was still a little surprised by this kind of animal that depended on wine for food.
Now it's not that the driver is drunk and driving, it's that the tool itself is faulty.
The carriage flew lower and was landing at an extremely fast speed. The students standing in the first three rows hurriedly backed away. Then, there was an earth-shattering loud noise, which shook some timid students to their knees. Support them from behind, so as not to lose face.
Then I saw those horseshoes thumping on the ground, each of them the size of a vegetable plate. In the blink of an eye, the carriage also landed on the ground, vibrating on the huge wheels, and at the same time those golden horses shook their huge heads, their big fiery red eyes rolled round and round, and their nostrils breathed hot air.
On the door is a coat of arms (two golden crossed wands with three stars emerging from each), one of Beauxbaton's symbols.
A boy in a light blue robe stepped forward, jumped out of the carriage, bent down, groped for something on the floor of the carriage, and opened a golden spiral staircase, then he jumped back respectfully, a shiny black From the carriage protruded a high-heeled shoe, the size of a child's sled, followed by a woman of indescribable size.
"She should have the blood of giants." Ron whispered, but even so, Hermione quickly covered his mouth.
"Shut up!" she said.
As Mrs. Maxim got closer to the Hogwarts students who were in charge of welcoming them, it seemed even more bizarre. When she came into the light that fell from the hall, they saw that she had a very handsome olive face, with large, dark, watery eyes, and a very sharp nose. Her hair was pulled back in a shiny bun at the base of her neck. She was wrapped from head to toe in black satin, and at her neck and thick fingers gleamed with many rich opals. ,
Dumbledore started to applaud, and the students also clapped their hands. Many stood on tiptoes, trying to get a better look at the woman.
Her face relaxed into a graceful smile, she held out a gleaming hand, and walked towards Dumbledore. Although Dumbledore was also tall, he barely stooped to kiss the hand.
"Fortunately, at least it won't be a contrast to jumping up and hitting someone's knee." The behavior of Dumbledore and Madam Maxime at this time reminded Malfoy of something interesting.