"Okay, we're finally here... Sherlock, you stand here!" Snape looked at the two people from the school and whispered to scold the people behind Slytherin, don't always focus on the young ladies of Boothbaton.

It's also good to see more boys from Demstrong.

Then he found Sherlock in the crowd with sharp eyes, grabbed the other person directly and pulled him from the crowd with a big hand, whispering in a low voice, "You have to stand by the principal. Have you forgotten the scale of their greeting when they visited Demstrong and Boothbaton?"

Sherlock thought about it and seemed to be true. Fleur was standing next to Mrs. Maxim, the principal of Busbaton, and another tall boy with each son. When she was Demstrong, the principal Kakarov stood next to Krum and a beautiful senior girl.

Sherlock not only nodded, is he trying to find a pair of boys and girls?

Sherlock was forced to Dumbledore's left hand by Snape, and there was also a seventh-grade blonde girl on the right. Sherlock remembered that the other party seemed to be a Quidditch player from Ravenclaw, and she was very smart. She also wrote and published a wizard novel. She was also very beautiful. She is Luna's senior sister and has heard Luna mention it many times.

When Sherlock looked at the other person, the beautiful senior sister turned around and smiled excitedly at Sherlock, and then showed her neat teeth. But for some reason, she suddenly reminded her of the former professor of Black Magic Defense, Gidro Lohart. Does it mean that writers among wizards always like to show their teeth?

While Sherlock was thinking about it, Demstrong's principal Kakarov had already strided over.

"Dumbledore!" Kakarov shouted enthusiastically as he walked up the slope "How are you, my dear old man?"

"Great, thank you, Professor Kakarov, you look more energetic than the previous few days," Dumbledore replied.

Sherlock was a little confused. One was Dumbledore, who was determined to send Kakarov to the Azkaban trial, and the other was Kakarov, who had a strong desire to survive, had to betray the accomplices among the Death Eaters at that time.

No matter how you look at these two people, they should have a deep hatred, but now they are having fun and laughing... It turns out that time can change everything, but Sherlock thought about it and thought that Kakarov was also fake, so it doesn't matter.

Feimia looked at Kakarov with a hint of contempt in her pupils. "The trial that year did not destroy the future of this old man, but also made him smooth sailing all the way. Soon after, he became the principal of Death Eater. Only this cunning guy is now doing the best."

"Those who know the times are heroes. After the Dark King falls, they can instantly recognize the situation and take the lead by biting the accomplices of that year. Such treacherous people also have their own ways of dealing with things. What's more, these little people who don't have any backstage can only prove themselves by following the general trend. There will be no shortage of such people in any era." Kirk curled his lips, with indifference in his eyes.

But no matter how you have betrayed your companions, you will never let others like them.

Dandney thought Kirk was right, and small people also had their own way of survival. Not everyone was born at the top of the pyramid. If you want to go step by step to where others look up to you, anyone would have to pay a price that ordinary people could not understand.

But according to Dandeni's personality, if it were really Kakarov, who was under trial at that time, he would not have to die anyway and be locked up in Azkaban. Anyway, there were a large number of people accompanying him.

"Haha, Master Sherlock, you are still energetic. I will stay here for a long time next. Maybe we can establish a good friendship." Kakarov reached out to Sherlock.

Sherlock and Kakarov also reached out to hold each other, and the two swayed each other. Sherlock's arms seemed to be on a swing. He smiled and made a "hehe" sound, which made Kakarov very awkward.

Kakarov ‘What’s the thing? Is the British pure blood high-selling greeting method? Haha?’

Among some of the Slytherin students behind Sherlock, Rubo and Femia, and Dandney were laughing.

Kakarov then looked at Hogwarts in the distance again.

"Dear old guy Hogwarts." Kakarov looked up at the castle and said with a smile... His teeth were yellow, and the students also noticed that although he smiled on his face, he still had a cold and sharp "It's great to be here, it's great...Wickdor, come here quickly and warm up... You don't mind, Dumbledore, Wickdor has a little cold..."

Sherlock noticed that Kakarov really expressed his nostalgia for Hogwarts, as if he had really grown up here for a while. He couldn't help but speculate that this fake person still graduated from Hogwarts?

When everyone returned to the castle with Demstrong's students, Boothbaton's students and the principal, the Hogwarts students showed their master's enthusiasm in time. Several sixth-grade girls were walking, searching for something in their pockets like crazy...

"Oh, I can't believe that I didn't even carry a quill pen on me..."

"You said, would he sign my hat with lipstick?"

Entering the school hall, the students of Boothbaton sat at the long table of Ravenclaw. After they sat down, they looked around at the auditorium with a depressed expression on their faces.

Three of the students still wrapped their heads tightly with scarves and headscarves.

"Here! Come and sit here!" Ron said in a hoarse voice, looking at Krum with a stare at "Here! Hermione, move a little, and then make a free time..."

Hermione glared at Ron in anger and shouted "Why don't you like Crum so much?"

Ron smacked his lips and then said dumbly, "It's not that level yet."

Although there was a warm invitation from the Gryffindor students, unfortunately there was no effect at all. Demstrong's people quickly followed Crum to sit at the Slytherin table.

Krum was toughly arranged by Kakarov to sit opposite Sherlock, and a reluctant smile appeared on Krum's uncomfortable face.

"Hello, Mr. Sherlock, we're meeting again, hahaha..." Crum blew, but in fact, his palms began to sweat. In fact, when Ron and some Gryffindor students were waving to Crum just now, he wanted to sit at the long table in Gryffindor, especially there was the girl he was talking about, "Asinsha".

But unexpectedly, I sat next to Slytherin and opposite Sherlock. This was the position that Clum wanted the least. The students around Demstrong all showed envious expressions, envious of Clum and Sherlock's acquaintance, and envious of Clum's ability to talk to Sherlock.

But Krum felt the envious eyes of the students around him and wanted to let others come and sit. He shouted in his heart, "You think this is good, right? You don't know the true face of this kid, he is a gay."

Sherlock chuckled, "You performed well in the World Cup, especially when you finally found the thief, and the excellent fake moves. You are worthy of being a top Quidditch player. Your game is wonderful and I like it very much."

When Krum heard Sherlock say that she liked the word, his heart trembled violently. He thought it was a different meaning, "I like it, wall pound, reveal the goal, watch me shoot the ball, the ball enters!"

Krum showed a pretty fake happy smile on his face, and he tried to keep this topic apart as far as possible. "Mr. Sherlock praised it. This time, I hope to compete with you. For those who participate in the competition with strong people like you, even if they lose, they will still be honored."

Sherlock waved his hand slightly, "The Warriors have not been selected yet. It is too early to mention this now. However, if there is an opportunity to compete on the same stage, I think I am still looking forward to it."

But in fact, Sherlock had no intention of participating in the so-called Triumph Championship.

Finally, he brought the topic away and brought it to the Triumph Championship. Clum nodded happily, but obviously he didn't think that Hogwarts could represent Hogwarts besides the Slytherin leader with great deeds in front of him.

As for the so-called Harry, it's just a guy with good luck.

Draco admires these players who can play in the Quidditch World Cup. He originally had a good impression of this world-class player, but now seeing that he admires Sherlock so much, he is naturally a little closer, so the two started to talk.

At the Gryffindor table "Ah, yes, Malfoy is flattering him."

Ron said sarcastically, "I bet, Crum can see through what he is... I dare say that there are people who are pleasing him and flattering him wherever Crum goes... You guys say, where will they sleep? We can provide him with a bed in our dormitory, Harry... I'm willing to give him my bed to sleep, I'm sleeping in the camp bed."

Hermione snorted in her nose.

Dumbledore stood there, and the auditorium gradually became quiet.

"Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, ghosts, and... especially... VIPs," said Dumbledore, smiling at the foreign students. "I welcome you to Hogwarts with great joy, and I hope and believe that you will feel comfortable and happy here."

A Busbaton girl still wrapped her head tightly in a scarf and let out an undoubtedly sarcastic sneer.

"The tournament will officially begin at the end of the banquet," Dumbledore said. "I invite everyone to eat and drink as much as they are at home!"

The dinner began, and the Slytherin's dining at the long table was still silent. The Gryffindor lions drove the train like cicadas in summer. The Busbaton leader sitting in Ravenclaw untied his scarf, and his long, shiny silver hair like a waterfall reeled on her waist.

She has big blue eyes and white and neat white teeth.

Many Hogwarts students had forgotten to eat and their eyes were gathered on her.

Those who have participated in summer camps are fine, after all, they have seen them once.

But most of the people in Hogwarts have never seen Fleur, and it was the first time that Demstrong's students have seen it.

Krum looked at Draco's interesting gaze and raised his lips slightly, "This should be Boothbaton's seed player, Fleur Delakure, this time, it is very likely to represent Boothbaton."

"Is that so? Oh my God she's so pretty." Draco murmured.

Krum shrugged, "It's okay, but it's still average in my eyes."

Krum's eyes secretly looked at Ahsinsha on the other Gryffindor long table.

Although Crum thought his actions were secret, he was still discovered by these incidental little snakes on the long table of Slytherin. Rubo and Draco were quite excited. Feimiya looked elsewhere. Crum liked Miss Axinsha, and it had nothing to do with her. Anyway, what he liked was not Sherlock.

Kirk made a gesture to let the other little snakes have a quiet meal.

Sherlock looked at Krum as if he was secret, but in fact, he felt angry when he looked at Ashinsha's eyes openly.

'No, no, my sister has a girlfriend, how can she allow you, a silly man, to interfere? Besides, although I want to make my sister straight, compared to Hermione, I don't want my sister to find a silly man like you. The brat is still not to deal with it.'

"Krum, you're going to live there tonight!"

"Living on the boat, our boat is in the lake outside Hogwarts."

Sherlock shook his head, "I think you can live in my dormitory. My dormitory is a single dormitory, so you can make a place for you."

Krum seemed to have heard the most terrifying curse in the world, shaking his head like a rattle, while Dermstrong's students felt a little confused, because Krum was particularly optimistic about the curse prince when he was at Dermstrong. Why do you have the opportunity to live in a house now? Krum was unwilling to do so?

Just as most students were paying attention to Furong, the little lions on the Gryffindor table were the same. Harry and Ron almost forgot to eat, and almost all of the male lions were hooked by Furong.

Ashinsha coughed heavily, "Cough cough cough!"

"Ha, have a meal, the pudding tonight is really good, it's made of eggs."

"The fish soup is good, so I'll give you a big chicken leg and eat a little more."

At this moment, the little lions' eyes all returned to the dining table. At this moment, everyone was talking and laughing, as if they had never seen the girls from outside the school just now.

What beautiful senior sister, can we still look good as Ah Xinsha from our Gryffindor College?

Although I felt that the students around me were very artificial, Ah Xinsha was still very upset.

At this moment, both brother and sister developed deep fear of the student leaders of the foreign school.
Chapter completed!