Chapter 394： Dinner

Chapter 394

He added two chairs to each side of Dumbledore's position.

"Will there be anyone besides the delegation?" Harry gestured to Hermione and Ron. "There are four chairs and four important people."

"Uh--" Ron didn't respond, his eyes still fixed on Krum.

"It must be someone else in the Triwizard Tournament, perhaps from the Ministry of Magic." Hermione immediately thought of a reasonable guess.

"It should be so." Harry also reacted. This Triwizard Tournament is not only a comparison of three academies, but also a contest of three countries. The Ministry of Magic will not be absent at this important time.

All the students entered the auditorium, and they took their seats in their respective colleges. The teachers also came in, and they walked to the podium and sat down.

At the end were Professor Dumbledore, Mrs. Maxim and Professor Karkaroff.

When Mrs. Maxim came in, the students of Boothbatten immediately stood up, and they didn't take their seats again until Mrs. Maxim sat down on Dumbledore's left hand.

Several Hogwarts students couldn't help but laugh secretly. It seemed that their principal would usually be harsh.

As the teachers moved in, the auditorium began to quiet down.

Dumbledore had been standing in the middle of the podium, waiting for the auditorium to calm down, he spoke.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and VIPs."

Dumbledore gestured to everyone in a relaxed and enthusiastic tone. He looked at the foreign students with a smile and said, "I am very happy and very honored to welcome you to Hogwarts. I believe you will spend your time here. A pleasant time."

"Then, it's what you care about most." Dumbledore said loudly, "The Triwizard Tournament will officially begin after the banquet."

"Now, I invite everyone to enjoy the food to your heart's content. You are welcome, just like your own home." Dumbledore gestured and sat back on the podium.

The students of Hogwarts applauded enthusiastically, and the students of Boothbarton and Armstrong coldly began to face the food emerging from the table.

There was more food in front of everyone's dinner plate than before, and the house elves in the kitchen seemed to have been given strict orders. A variety of rich dishes are presented in front of the students.

Some dishes that have never been seen before are specially prepared for foreign students.

Ron scooped some from a plate of unrecognized smorgasbord soup into a bowl.

He tasted it and said, "It's not bad, it tastes delicious."

"This is French food, French fish soup, which should be prepared for the students of Busbarton." Hermione whispered.

During the meal time, the auditorium was unexpectedly very quiet, completely different from the hustle and bustle of a weekday banquet.

The atmosphere in the auditorium was more solemn than usual, and even seemed a bit crowded. The increase in the number of people in the auditorium is not much, only more than 20 students.

But their school uniforms of different colors and their unsmiling faces contrasted sharply with others, reminding everyone of the difference today.

Durmstrang’s student took off the fur cloak, revealing the blood-red robe inside, which looked particularly abrupt. The silk robes of Busbarton's students always reminded them of their identity.

The banquet went on dullly, everyone put their energy on the food, eating and drinking seriously.

About twenty minutes after the banquet began, a huge figure caught the attention of others. It was Hagrid. He sneaked into the auditorium through a middle door behind the staff desk.

When he was sitting at the end of the table, he still waved to Harry, Hermione, and Ron with his bandaged hand.

"How about the snails, Hagrid?" Harry asked loudly towards Hagrid.

"Very good, they look good," Hagrid said cheerfully.

"Oh, I knew it would be like this." Ron said glumly. "In the next class, we will see table-sized snails. I would rather he quietly return to the ban Lintang to guard.

At this moment, a soft voice said, "Excuse me, do you still eat this plate of mixed fish soup?"

It's a girl from Boothbarton. She has long, waterfall-like silver bright hair that hangs down to her waist. The big blue eyes are like gentle gems, and the white and neat teeth make her lips more rosy.

Ron's face flushed, and he stared at the girl blankly and impolitely. He opened up to talk, but immediately became stammered, as if his throat was stuck.

"It's okay, you can take it." Harry said flatly and handed the plate to the girl.

The girl carefully carried the plate and walked to Ravenclaw's table. Ron hadn't recovered yet, he was still staring at the girl, as if he had seen a goddess he had never seen before.

Harry laughed, and as the girl moved away, Ron was finally awakened by the laughter.

Ron said in a hoarse voice, "She is a veeva." This was so unusual, he had just been completely attracted to the deal, just like in the Quidditch World Cup.

"Definitely not, no one else is staring at her like an idiot." Hermione shrieked.

That's not exactly the case. When the girl walked by in the auditorium, many boys turned their heads and stared at her. A few of them were just like Ron, who became dumbfounded.

"Maybe I need a protection spell." Ron immediately thought of a way. Staring straight at others is not a good performance, women will be very disgusted with such boys.

"That girl is very special Ron didn't dare to stare at the girl, but he couldn't help but peek at her. "There is no such person at Hogwarts. "The girl is like magic, attracting his eyes.

"Maybe it is some magic, or a special sense of existence?" Harry pondered, remembering something George had taught them.

He remembered that everyone has a different sense of existence. Some magic can change this sense of innocence, creating an effect that makes people ignore or attract attention.

"If you don't just stare at that girl, you should find out who just came in." Hermione said bluntly.

She pointed to the faculty desk on the rostrum. The two empty seats were already seated.

Ludo Bagman sat beside Professor Karkaroff, and Mr. Crouch, Percy's immediate superior, sat beside Mrs. Maxim.

"Sure enough, it's them." Harry nodded, and Hermione had just guessed right. It was indeed a staff member of the Ministry of Magic.

(To be continued.)