Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Although he glared at Ivan, Hermione didn't seem angry.

“Well, wait till you all get your eyes back.” She was very rude to say, "Dumbledore will find that they have come in and the feast will begin soon. ”

Hermione was right, and Ivan turned around and saw the professors walking into the auditorium, and the fish walked all the way to the main lounge and sat down.

At the end were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Kakarov and Mrs. Maxim, the rectors of three magic schools.

Students in Boosbatons stood up as soon as they saw their principal show up.

Many Hogwarts students couldn't help laughing at their behavior, but Busbatton's delegates didn't seem embarrassed until Mrs. Maxim sat down on Dumbledore's left hand side before they sat down again.

Ivan knows that Boosbatons are tightly managed compared to Hogwarts' more relaxed environment.

All the professors sat down, Dumbledore stood, and the auditorium gradually calmed down.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and, especially, our guests!” Dumbledore said, looking at the foreign students with a smile, "I welcome you to Hogwarts with great joy. I hope and believe that you will feel comfortable and happy here. ”

It was undoubtedly ironic to hear Dumbledore's words from a woman in Boosbatons.

She still wrapped her head tightly in a scarf and couldn't see clearly.

“That guy is disgusting and nobody's forcing you to stay!” Hermione whispered.

She was obviously annoyed by the girl, and Ivan hurried to persuade her to say a few words.

There are many more who share Hermione's thoughts, and everyone is surprised by the behavior of the Boosbatons girl.

Nor do they know what kind of education they receive in school, and Boosbatons is very hostile to Hogwarts.

Evan did the same thing the last time. Do it if you don't agree, you French bastards!

As far as Durmstrang's students are concerned, they have not been so direct in their manifestations of hostility, but have not focused on listening to Dumbledore, who seems to be more interested in the golden tableware on the table, speculating whether they are real gold or not.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the competition will begin officially at the end of the banquet.” Dumbledore said, "I now invite you to eat and drink as you would in your own home! ”

He sat down and Ivan saw Kakalov leaning up and talking to him immediately.

The next second, the plate in front of them was filled with food, as usual.

Those little elves in the kitchen seem to have solved the problem, and you've never seen such a rich dish before, and it's in front of them, and some of it must be foreign.

“What is this?” Colin asked.

He pointed to a large plate next to a large steak waist pudding, which looked like a seafood chop.

“French miscellaneous fish soup.” Hermione said, "It's French. I ate it the summer before, and it tastes delicious. ”

Everyone tried to give herself a little bit of a boost when they heard her.

Only Ron hasn't moved yet. She's been staring at Furong, and her eyes don't turn.

“Eat up, Ron, or it'll get cold!” Harriet pulled him off for a second.

“Oh!” Ron answered, falling in love couldn't help but look back and bring himself some black pudding.

Somehow, the auditorium seemed much more crowded than usual, although less than twenty more students were enrolled.

Perhaps because their uniforms in different colors are particularly prominent compared to Hogwarts' black robes.

Boothbatons' uniform robes are sky-blue, and Durmstrang wears bloody robes underneath their fur capes.

Twenty minutes after the banquet began, Hagrid slipped into the auditorium through a door behind the instructor's table.

He sat at the end of the table in his seat, close to Gryffindor's long table.

Hagrid raised a hand wrapped around many bandages and waved at Ivan, Harry, Ron and Hermione.

“How's the tail screw doing?” Harry couldn't help but ask.

“Sure, it's good to see you.” Hagrid was pleased to reply.

“Yeah, I guess so," Ron whispered, "Looks like they finally found something to eat, and that's Hagrid's finger. ”

Nobody ignored him, because there were people walking into the auditorium, Rudo Bagman and Percy's superior, Mr. Crouch.

Baghman walked over and sat on the other side of Professor Kakalov, while Mr. Crouch sat next to Mrs. Maxim.

Ivan looked up at Crouch and said, is this guy now controlled by a soul-snatching spell?!

But it didn't look unusual, it didn't seem unusual, and Crouch was still exactly the same as usual.

His meticulous appearance is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

It seemed to feel Ivan's eyes, and Crouch suddenly looked up at Ivan.

Ivan turned his head in haste, and he had been wondering for some time that if Jr. Barty Crouch was going to use someone else's identity to get into Hogwarts, in addition to the students, he could pretend to be his father himself, which was a very likely possibility.

As one of the referees, Buddy Crouch has access to every part of the competition.

By then, with the help of Keresis impersonating Moody, it will be easy to do hands and feet.

And Buddy Crouch, Jr., knows his father's habits very well, much less worries.

Whatever the anomalies, Mr. Crouch's position in the Ministry of Magic can be easily dissolved.

Detection items such as live maps are also of no use to him and there is no need to worry about being discovered.

In that case, is Mr. Crouch the one Little Buddy Crouch faked?

Dumbledore stood up again when a golden dish was washed again.

An excited and nervous emotion seemed to be spreading in the auditorium, and everyone was waiting for the next show.

Everyone suppressed the excitement and stared at Dumbledore.

Even Boothbatons and Durmstrang students, no one is as distracted as they were before.

“The moment has finally arrived!” Dumbledore said, smiling at a suppressed face, "The triumph is about to begin, I want to explain a few words before bringing the box in! ”

“Bring in what?” Harry whispered.

“Don't know!”

Everyone was blind except Evan, who knew that was a flame cup.

“I would like to clarify our programme of activities for the school year, but first allow me to introduce the two guests, because no one else knows them, and this is Mr. Batty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic! ”

There was a sparse applause in the auditorium. A lot of people didn't know Buddy Crowe.

“This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of Sports, Ministry of Magic. ”

The applause for Bagman was much louder than for Crouch, perhaps because he had a small reputation as a hitter, perhaps just because he looked kinder.

He stood up joyfully and waved his gratitude.

You know, when I introduced Buddy Crouch's name, Crouch didn't smile or wave.