HP Shavings Wizard

The Goblet of Fire ignited everyone's enthusiasm.

Those who could sign up and those who couldn't were all chattering during breakfast time, having a heated discussion.

The visitors from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons also dropped the pieces of paper with their names on them into the Goblet of Fire one by one in a very ceremonial manner.

The Slytherins were discussing the few people who had signed up, and were also inquiring about the situation of the dozen or so elites from Durmstrang who were sitting together.

Of course, there were also some mocking remarks about the "Hufflepuff pretty boy", "Gryffindor stupid lion" and "Ravenclaw nerd".

And, comments on Hagrid, who was particularly "outstanding" and "alternative" on the faculty bench today.

Normally, no matter how much they disliked Hagrid, they would just ignore him and would not waste time on him early in the morning.

But Hagrid was wearing an extremely ugly, furry brown suit early in the morning, and a yellow and orange plaid tie - the rush of colors together was very eye-catching, and it felt like a beast wearing clothes.

The thick hair on her head that was usually fluffy and curled up was covered with a strange oil - it didn't look like a proper, pure, shiny hair oil. It felt more like lubricant, motor oil, and had a pungent smell - and was tied into delicate double ponytails...

Emmmmm......

It's hard for anyone to maintain a normal expression after watching this.

Dressing too ugly can only be considered a mental attack.

Alison was originally sitting relatively close to the front, intending to eat with Dumbledore's food, but she was irritated by the strong odor coming from afar and sneezed several times in succession, so she quickly retreated.

It was the excessive amount of cologne Hagrid was wearing.

"..."

No wonder there are so few people sitting in front of the long tables today.

It was obvious that the professors in front seemed to be having a hard time holding back, but due to the consideration for their colleagues, they did not rudely accuse or ridicule him on the spot - Hagrid also did not understand the British's usual subtle sarcasm and hidden humor - but the strong odor mixed with the smell of oil made them hardly eat any of their breakfast.

Dumbledore looked at Hagrid's infatuated expression, his eyes full of Madame Maxime, and probably knew why Hagrid dressed so carefully...

Although this look is really too much, it's not as good as the original one...

But what was rare was that Madame Maxime was not repulsive. It seemed that she had never seen such a person before, and she was a little curious. And because of her politeness and the rarity of seeing people like her, she was more tolerant.

Never mind. Hagrid is 66 years old this year. It would be nice if he had a companion.

The old principal's rational analysis is just that it feels quite suspenseful.

The gap is too big.

Madame Maxime was capable and resourceful, a person who was obviously abnormal in appearance. She was able to climb to a high position in the wizarding world and become the headmaster of Beauxbatons - it could be seen from the attitude of those French students that it was respect from the bottom of their hearts.

Hagrid just...

Even though the old headmaster thought that enthusiasm and kindness were Hagrid's strengths, he had to admit that there was a huge gap between Hagrid and that lady.

Adult love cannot simply transcend reality.

At least one side has to make an effort.

Hagrid didn't have the ability to get close to Madame Maxime's world.

And Madame Maxime would probably not be willing to give up the vast sky that she had worked hard for for Hagrid.

"..."

Dumbledore thought about it and felt that he was worrying too much.

Beauxbatons definitely came here for the portal this time. If it is really built in all major settlements in the wizarding world in the future, so that distance is no longer a problem, then who knows, there may be more international couples in the future.

Hagrid is doing well in his barbarian career now. Who can really say for sure about love? It's just like drinking water, you know whether it's hot or cold, it's just a matter of willingness.

However, the overly strong smell really makes it difficult to eat breakfast.

Most of the professors decided not to force themselves. They quietly put down their knives and forks, moved away from the big fool who was intoxicated with love, and planned to go back to the office to ask the house-elf to deliver a copy.

Kraft and Abernathy were colleagues in the Saints, so it was natural for them to reach an agreement easily. Kraft asked Abernathy, who was the professor of practical courses at Hogwarts, to work overtime on the weekend and bring the children from Durmstrang to practice in the game world.

Although Madame Maxime was chatting with Hagrid, she was also secretly paying attention to the PY transaction between Headmaster Durmstrang and the professor of Hogwarts, and she also took the opportunity to express her curiosity.

It's indeed a bit shameless and rude.

The Beauxbatons headmaster pursed his lips.

But in order to gain some benefits for her own students, she, as the principal, could still save her face and say a few words.

Before Abernathy could speak, Hagrid offered to take Madame Maxime and the children of Beauxbatons to practice in the game world.

"I just happen to have nothing to do, and I'm free, so I can take them... I mean - are you free? Do you want to go with me?"

Madame Maxime smiled slightly, her long black eyelashes fluttering, but she did not refuse. Instead, she nodded reservedly, accepting Hagrid's invitation.

She just wanted an excuse to have reasonable contact with and see the "God-given land". The basic information had already been figured out based on information from various channels.

After going there, if Hagrid is not good at fighting, she will guide the students.

Although they are probably not as good as professional professors of practical courses, they are all saints at Durmstrang after all, so they have connections. Beauxbatons does not have the connections that can be specially cared for.

Thinking of this, Madame Maxime sighed secretly again.

Unfortunately, Nicolas Flamel and his wife left at an unfortunate time.

If it had been a few years later, and if it had survived until now, not only would the problem of being over 600 years old and having a fragile body be solved, but there would also be the possibility of further progress. That "God-given land" really needed the help of an alchemist to explore and research...

They are old alumni who have a close relationship with their alma mater Beauxbatons, and they are also partners of Dumbledore, friends regardless of age difference...

With them around, Beauxbatons wouldn't be so disconnected from the Dumbledore family now...

But think about it, a few years ago, no one could have predicted such a huge change now...

In the end it can only be attributed to "unfortunately".

While this proud and intelligent lady was pondering for a moment, Hagrid had already eagerly brought in the Gryffindor triangle who could act as tools to explain and introduce the things to the distinguished guests from other schools.

It can be seen that Hermione's response to this dog-licking behavior was to make an expression that is hard to describe.

Angry, confused, stunned...

She didn't have a very good impression of the people in Beauxbatons, especially the silver-haired Fleur.

Too arrogant, and a bit picky about Hogwarts from time to time.

Ron.

Although the feeling towards Hermione was a bit strange, it did not prevent a teenager who was not yet fully clear about his feelings from looking at beautiful girls.

He had no objection to keeping busy and getting to know his French peers in Beauxbatons.

As for Harry...

Little Harry's opinion does not need to be considered.

He was Hagrid's good friend, and the one who was directly taken away by Hagrid.