Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

"Oh, Mr. Neville Longbottom, one of the top four contestants, is here too. I can't believe you are all students at Hogwarts. I thought there were one or two from Beauxbatons."

As Viktor said this, his gaze shifted away again and fell on Ron. As the Quidditch fan in the disciplinary group, he admired Viktor very much and even regarded him as his idol and goal.

Just when Ron was excitedly preparing to enjoy the praise from his idol, Viktor's eyes moved away from him without lingering for a moment, and then his body paused slightly, and then he became even more excited than when he saw Harry.

"You... you are the inventor of wizard cards, Mr. Dursley!"

Chapter 268 Durmstrang x Beauxbatons x Hogwarts

Viktor was as excited to see Dudley as a fanboy seeing his idol.

Anyone who likes wizard cards will admire Dudley.

"I watched your match, Viktor, and it was really exciting. The championship was just a little bit away from changing hands, but I think the championship should belong to the Bulgarian team."

Dudley praised Viktor generously: "You are the best seeker."

In fact, Dudley had no interest in Quidditch games at all, and he was just dragged there by force.

But outsiders don't know this.

The other students at Durmstrang were very happy to hear Dudley's praise, and they all puffed out their chests with pride, as if he was praising them.

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

"Cough cough."

Karkaroff's two dry coughs, somewhat dissatisfied, broke the atmosphere.

He was not interested in competitive games like Wizard Cards, or rather, he didn't even know what Wizard Cards were.

Naturally, I didn't understand what my students were so excited about.

His eyes fell on Dudley, staying there for less than three seconds before moving away.

He is just an ordinary little wizard.

Karkaroff thought with disdain.

His eyes stayed on Harry for a long time.

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

In fact, his becoming the headmaster of Durmstrang was also somewhat related to Harry.

"Professor Karkaroff, I think we should continue our chat inside the castle. Madam Maxime of Beauxbatons has been waiting inside for a long time."

Dumbledore said with a smile on his face.

Karkaroff said nothing more. The Durmstrang delegation followed Dumbledore and his party into Hogwarts Castle. They behaved very calmly, which was completely different from the young wizards when they entered Hogwarts for the first time.

As one of the three major magic schools in Europe, Durmstrang is not much worse than Hogwarts in a strict sense. Hogwarts has the vast Forbidden Forest, which is home to countless magical animals and plants. Durmstrang has a mountain lake that is even wider than the Black Lake, with countless ghostly ships docked in it, and the aquatic plants and animals at the bottom of the lake are not inferior to those in the Forbidden Forest.

Although both are castles, Hogwarts is majestic, impregnable and the safest place in the wizarding world, while Durmstrang is the city of winter, mysterious and unpredictable, and no one knows its exact location.

Each has its own merits.

As for the castle of Beauxbatons school, it is not that old. It was funded by the alchemist Nicolas Flamel and his wife Perenelle Flamel when they visited in their youth hundreds of years ago. In the more ancient period, Beauxbatons existed in the form of a manor rather than a castle. There were no places like forbidden forests and lakes in the mountains, but it was spring-like all year round, the scenery was pleasant, and there was a huge magic fountain with restoration and beautification functions.

"Oh my god, it's Victor!"

As the people from Durmstrom entered the auditorium, many young wizards who liked Quidditch started talking after seeing Victor.

"Oh, I can't believe I didn't even have a quill with me."

"Do you think he would sign my clothes with lipstick?"

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Star players are naturally treated differently.

The students from the Beauxbatons delegation had already chosen their seats at the Ravenclaw table. The students from the Durmstrang delegation gathered at the door, not knowing which seat to choose, Gryffindor or Slytherin.

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

In the end, they chose Slytherin. After all, in their impression, Slytherin, like their school, had some research on dark magic.

It's a pity that although the long tables at Hogwarts are still arranged according to the four major colleges, in fact, the young wizards of the four colleges often hang around the table, and the fixed college seats are already old calendars.

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

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

In addition to the usual dishes, there are also one or two special dishes.

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

“French fish soup, delicious.”

Hermione said as she served herself some and scooped a bowl for Dudley, who also had a dish like this in front of them.

Ron also tried to taste a little, then silently put down the spoon.

This dish doesn't suit his stomach at all.

Victor ate it with great relish. Although he was not French, he seemed to like the taste very much.

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

He silently put down the spoon again, but his body's instinctive resistance made it impossible for him to swallow.

Go fucking idols.

Ron decisively gave up on this dish and started to chew the chicken legs with both hands.

Ravenclaw

Among the students of Beauxbatons, there is a witch who stands out the most. She has a pair of big blue eyes, a set of neat white teeth, and long silver hair that falls to her waist like a waterfall.

That look and that smile touched the hearts of many little wizards around.

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

"It tastes good, as good as the chef at Beauxbatons."

The witch took a sip of the French bouillabaisse and said with satisfaction, "I didn't expect that there are people in a place like Hogwarts who understand cooking and food. I thought I would be hungry today."

Her words immediately caused dissatisfaction among some little witches, but the little male wizards looked intoxicated.

Not long after I finished speaking, I received a merciless ridicule.

"There are people who eat this kind of messy and cobbled-together food. I'm really worried about the food in Beauxbatons."

Madison threw the spoon aside and looked at the French fish soup in the bowl with disgust, as if it was some extremely disgusting food.

She stretched her body lazily, outlining her perfect curves, and licked the corner of her mouth gently with her pink tongue. That captivating movement attracted more little wizards to fall in love with her.

Even the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrom were not immune.

The two little witches' eyes met in the air.

It was as if countless sparks collided with each other.

"Hello again, Fleur Delacour."

Madison looked at the witch of Beauxbatons with disgust.

"Hate to see you here, Madison Roberts Flint."

The Beauxbatons witch named Fleur Delacour said without showing any weakness.

"You really make me feel uncomfortable."

Madison: Same here.

Chapter 269 This haunted old dog

When the banquet was halfway through, Hogwarts welcomed two more guests, two guests from the Ministry of Magic. One was Ludo Bagman, the Director of the Department of Magical Sports and Physical Education, and the other was beyond everyone's expectations.

"Father?"

Draco was stunned when he saw the man in the Ministry of Magic uniform sitting in the teaching seat.

It was Draco's father, Lucius.

As a special commissioner of the Ministry of Magic, he came together with Ludo Bagman to represent the three major colleges.

"He never mentioned it to me."

Draco frowned slightly as he looked at his father.

This is not normal.

He planned to find some time to ask his father.

As the banquet was drawing to a close, Dumbledore cleared his throat and spoke, drawing attention to himself: "I have an important announcement to make."

"I think everyone has heard some news before this."

"Yes, the legendary event that has been suspended for several centuries, the Triwizard Tournament, will officially resume this year."

Although everyone had guessed it a long time ago, after Dumbledore's official announcement, the young wizards still began to discuss it excitedly.

"One champion will be selected from each of the three magic schools: Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons."

"Once you are selected, it means you will fight alone. This is a very dangerous thing. Please participate with caution." Dumbledore emphasized in a serious tone.

Many young wizards were no longer in the mood to listen to Dumbledore's words. They just wanted to sign up and take the limelight.

Then Lucius announced the rules of the Triwizard Tournament on behalf of the Ministry of Magic. There were three competitions in total, and the one with the highest score would win. In order to minimize the accident rate, wizards under the age of seventeen were not allowed to sign up.

The young wizards expressed their dissatisfaction with this rule and were booed.

Age has never been a sign of whether a wizard is powerful or not.

Look at the famous Mr. Potter, he killed the Dark Lord when he was a baby, and he is not even seventeen yet.

Isn't this rule just making things difficult for Mr. Porter?

As if Dumbledore had anticipated this outcome, he asked Filch to bring out the Goblet of Fire - a large, roughly carved goblet made of a mixture of wood and glass. The goblet itself was inconspicuous, but it was filled with blue-white flames.

The flame is not just any flame

Dudley used the data magic eye to see that there was a contract element in it.

The Goblet of Fire is indeed a cup of contract, and the so-called Triwizard Tournament is actually registered through the Goblet of Fire.

Once a contract is signed, it cannot be violated, otherwise the consequences will be very serious.

Dumbledore used his wand to draw a circle around the Goblet of Fire, and the white lines were very eye-catching.

"This is an age line. No one under the age of seventeen can cross this line."

"Of course, if you can cross this line and successfully throw the parchment with your name on it into the cup, then your registration will be considered successful."

In this way, there is no fixed age limit. As long as you have the ability to successfully register, you will pass.

"From today until this Thursday, the Goblet of Fire will remain here, waiting for everyone to sign up."

As soon as these words were spoken, many young wizards looked at each other and their inappropriate thoughts began to become active again.

Representing Hogwarts would be so much fun.

The reward for the champion of the crucial three-wizard tournament is a full one thousand Galleons.

After seeing Dumbledore, Lucius, Bagman and the principals of the other two schools leave, many young wizards began to get eager to try.

"Those who are hoping for the best can stop thinking about it."

"The last Triwizard Tournament was terminated due to too many deaths. In other words, there is no need to sign up before you are ready to face death."

Dudley's kind reminder was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the passionate hearts of many young wizards.

Although honor is important, it is not as important as life.

"Karkaroff."

Just as Karkaroff was about to take the Durmstrang students back to the ship to rest, a familiar voice sounded behind him, and the voice seemed full of anger.

Karkaroff turned around suddenly and the next moment his face turned pale, revealing a terrible expression of anger and fear.