Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 114 Beauxbatons

Chapter 557 Beauxbatons

What impression do Hufflepuff students have in the minds of students from the other three colleges?

Selflessness, fairness, and loyalty are the labels they give to Hufflepuff students.

Even those rats in Hufflepuff, annoying guys.

They are not annoying because of character problems.

It's just because they follow the crowd and believe in rumors.

Just when Harry was wondering if he was too good at judging people by appearance, the blond Hufflepuff freshman named Zacharias took the seat of another freshman without hesitation.

This also brought Dudley to teach him a lesson.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Ginny asked worriedly, holding Harry's hand.

She didn't hear Harry's doubtful words just now.

"Let me ask you a question. Have you ever seen a Hufflepuff student who actively bullies others?"

"How is that possible? Well, that Dudley counts. Before he came to Hogwarts." Ginny guessed.

"No, although I don't want to admit it, but Dudley entered Hufflepuff after he became a good person." Harry shook his head.

"Is it the guy with yellow hair?" Ginny pointed to the Hufflepuff table next to her.

She followed Harry's gaze and saw Dudley teaching him a lesson.

And as Harry said, Dudley himself was not a bully.

"It's him. How could someone like him get into Hufflepuff!

He's not a good person at first glance.

After he was sorted into Hufflepuff, I thought I had made a mistake!" Harry turned his head and decided not to look at him for the time being.

"Why do you care about a freshman?" Ginny couldn't help but be a little curious about this.

"His last name is Smith.

I finally understand why Ryan hates him."

"What?

He and Ryan should not be the same Smith.

With yellow hair and Smith, there is only one possibility.

Oh, why didn't I think of it just now!

I understand.

I understand why he can enter Hufflepuff."

"Why?"

"The descendants of Hufflepuff have the last name Smith.

They are indeed not likable.

It is said that after Hufflepuff died, their ancestors stole the gold cup that Hufflepuff himself placed in the kitchen.

They are not like Hufflepuff himself at all, and they are arrogant all day long.

Rather than being descendants of Hufflepuff, they are more like Slytherin." Ginny finally explained.

Harry suddenly realized.

And Ron, who was standing aside, couldn't wait to say, "It's time" after the Sorting Hat ended, just like in previous years.

But this time he didn't reach for the knife and fork.

He didn't stare at the empty golden dinner plate in front of him.

On the contrary, his eyes were all focused on Professor Dumbledore who suddenly stood up.

Professor Dumbledore waved his wand, and a dark sky appeared in the air.

The sound of rain and wind came from inside.

One could even smell a hint of water vapor.

"Where is that?" a first-year Gryffindor student asked loudly.

"The Forbidden Forest!"

"Something is flying!"

"A dragon?"

"It's a house!"

"Which school is it?"

The students around screamed at the scene in the air.

It was a huge creature, much bigger than a flying broomstick - or a hundred flying broomsticks - flying rapidly across the black sky, flying towards the castle, gradually getting bigger and bigger.

It was not until the black behemoth flew over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and was illuminated by the lights from the castle windows that its appearance was revealed - a huge powder blue carriage.

It was as big as a house, and twelve winged horses pulled it into the air. They were all silver-maned horses, and each horse was about the size of an elephant.

Then a loud noise came from the screen and outside the door.

The scene in the screen also shifted to the outside of the hallway.

It was the sound of the horses' hooves thumping on the ground, and each of them was as big as a dinner plate.

In the blink of an eye, the carriage also landed on the ground, shaking on the huge wheels, while the golden horses shook their huge heads, and their big red eyes rolled around.

"It's Beauxbatons." Ron sighed on the side.

But the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose up.

Obviously, he thought of Fleur, whom he met in Flourish and Blotts.

"You saw it from the coat of arms.

The coat of arms of Beauxbatons is composed of two golden cross-shaped wands, and three stars emerge from each wand." Harry laughed dryly.

He also thought of the unknown French witch.

This made him feel a little humble in front of Ginny.

However, it seemed that because of the rain, the carriage stopped steadily and the door was not opened until now.

A boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the carriage.

He seemed to be cast with some magic, and the cold rain automatically avoided his body when it fell on him.

He bent down and groped for something on the floor of the carriage.

A golden ladder appeared, and it automatically spread to the hallway.

Above the ladder, a blue awning spread from the handrail of the ladder.

Then appeared a shiny black high-heeled shoe as big as a child's sled.

It stretched out from the carriage.

Then came the owner of the high-heeled shoe.

There were bursts of gasps in the hall.

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Harry and his friends were well prepared.

This must be the witch Hagrid likes.

A half-blood giant with the same surname as the founder of Beauxbatons.

The current principal of Beauxbatons School of Magic.

But even so, when this woman walked into the hallway, Harry and his friends couldn't help but gasp.

Because the face illuminated by the hallway lights was not the face full of flesh they imagined.

On the contrary, the face was very handsome and olive-colored.

With a pair of black, big, watery eyes and a pointed nose, anyone who saw her had to praise her as an exquisite French girl.

Coupled with the shiny bun, the black brocade clothes wrapped from head to toe, and the luxurious opals shining on the neck and thick fingers, a traditional lady's image appeared in Harry's heart.

She? Half-blood giant?

Harry and his friends couldn't help but waver.

Ron's attention was all on the back of Madam Maxime.

Due to her tall stature, Ron could not see the figures behind her until now.

There were about twelve or thirteen male and female students.

Their robes were made of silk, and they did not wear cloaks.

They were all shivering slightly because of the cold weather.

Harry could not help but follow Ron's gaze to look at those students.

But - he did not seem to see a figure that matched the image of the French witch.

Harry guessed that she should be one of the students who wrapped her head with a scarf or headscarf.

While Harry was thinking, those students had followed Madam Maxime in.

They were divided into two columns.