Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Gabriel seemed to want to come over and summon Ivan to say a few words.

But her little hand was held tight by Furong and could not be drawn out. She could only wave at Evan with her other hand.

She didn't let go satisfied until Ivan waved as well.

Then, seeing all the Hogwarts students staring at themselves, her face turned red.

The girl was obviously embarrassed, and she was just so excited to see Ivan that she forgot that so many people were still here.

“Who was that French girl who waved at Ivan? ”

“I don't know, but she looks pretty, doesn't she?! ”

Many of the boys stared at Gabriel and seemed to be attracted to her all of a sudden.

Fortunately, Gabriel is still young and has no strong magic of Mei Wan descent.

Everyone just feels that this little girl looks so pretty and cute, has an unnamed sense of kindness, and is not fascinated.

More people then noticed the other Boothbatons, especially the boys, looking at Ivan one by one.

The disgust on their faces that cannot be concealed seems to have a great deal of hatred.

The little wizards whispered again, and while nobody knew what Ivan had done in Busbaton at the end of last semester, it was not surprising that Ivan had suddenly become the focus of attention.

They've been used to it for two years, and if they don't, it's not normal.

As for Ivan, he didn't have the strength to think about what other people thought.

The group of Boosbatons who didn't look good to themselves, he didn't see it in his eyes.

He greeted Gabriel and just put his hand down, Hermione suddenly caught his ear.

“Who is she?” She asked in a low tone.

“Gabriel Delacour! ”

Hermione nodded, knowing that Ivan had such a messenger, sending several letters almost every week.

They also discussed how French owls differ from England.

Evan waited a while, Hermione didn't keep talking and didn't know what she was thinking.

He looked back at Hermione in surprise and thought she would continue to ask.

Hermione is like a kitten today, very quiet, but with a clear hint of cunning in her proud eyes.

Evan turned his head and was blessed to have Gabriel, who would have been terrible if Elaine had been here.

The brief disturbance in front of the castle was silent, and conversations between Dumbledore and Mrs. Maxim continued over the hall.

“The last time I came to Hogwarts, it was over 40 years ago, and it still looks so beautiful here! ”

“Hogwarts' doors are always open and you and your students can come whenever you want.” Dumbledore said with a slight smile.

“Yeah, it used to be a good tradition to exchange students between magic schools, and I wish we could get back together.” Mrs. Maxim went on to say, "You know, there are many areas where the overall level of the European magic world can decline since those two people appeared..."

“This Triwizard Tournament is a good start.” Dumbledore said something.

“Yes, is Kakalov here?” Mrs. Maxim nodded.

“He'll be here any minute.” Dumbledore said, "Would you like to greet him here, or would you like to go in first and warm up? ”

“Let's warm up.” Mrs. Maxim said, "But the horses...”

“Don't worry, our miracle creature teacher will be happy to take care of them," Dumbledore said, "he'll be back after a little mess, and it's his, um, something else he's going to take care of is messy. ”

Obviously, it's the bigger and bigger tail screws that come out of the mess.

They are now trying to escape from the box, and Hagrid has to retrieve all the tail screws that escaped.

“My horse needs a man of great strength to take good care of it.” Mrs. Maxim was not relieved to say that she seemed to doubt Hogwarts' ability to protect magical creatures, “as you know, they are intense..."

“I assure you that Hagrid is perfectly capable of doing the job.” Dumbledore said with a smile.

“Very good!” Mrs. Maxim said, bowing slightly, "and could you tell this Hagrid that these horses drink only malt whiskey? ”

“I'll take care of it.” Dumbledore said, bowing too.

“Come on.” Mrs. Maxim spoke with dignity to her students.

Hogwarts' students backwards, the crowd flashed a passage to get her and her students to the stone steps.

When all the people in Boosbaton are inside, the subject shifts to Durmstrang.

“How big do you think Durmstrang's horse will be?” Simo Fenigan said.

“I don't know, but if they're bigger than these horses, I'm afraid even Hagrid can't mess with them.” Harry said, "I mean, if he hadn't been bitten by his tail screws. Don't know what's going on with them? ”

“Probably escaped.” Ron said with hope.

“Don't say that,” Hermione said immediately, "think about it, those guys are crawling around on the field...”

“Don't worry, Hagrid will take care of it, and Durmstrang doesn't necessarily have a charm.” Ivan said.

He lowered his voice to explain to those around him the origin, rarity, and cost of raising them.

Once again, the little wizards were amazed that they thought the horses were legendary flying horses.

Everyone stands there, waiting for Durmstrang's delegation.

More than twenty minutes had passed, and everyone was shaking slightly.

Most people looked up at the sky with their eyes full of silence, because the time was too long and the temperature was too cold, and no one was even interested in talking, only Mrs. Maxim's giant horse sniffled and stammered.

Suddenly Colin asked, "Do you hear anything? ”

Follow closely, Ivan also heard, a very loud and strange voice coming towards them from the darkness: a suppressed rumble and sucking sound, like a giant vacuum cleaner moving along the riverbed...

“In the lake!” Lee Jordan shouted, pointing to the lake, "Look at that lake! ”

They stood on a slope overlooking the lawn and could clearly see the calm, dark surface of the water.

The water suddenly stopped calming down. There was a commotion underwater in the middle of the lake, huge water flowers rolled up on the surface, the waves swept down the wet shore of the lake, and then, just in the middle of the lake, a big swirl appeared, like a huge plug was suddenly pulled out of the bottom of the lake...

A long black rod-like thing that rises slowly from the vortex, followed by a sail rig...