Sifels Cliveden

"Huh..." Hermione breathed on her hands, rubbed her frozen hands, looked up at the quiet front, and muttered softly, "Didn't you agree on six o'clock in the afternoon? There is still no movement..."

"Here we come!" I don't know who shouted, "In the sky!"

Everyone raised their heads and looked up to the sky in unison. A black shadow was approaching quickly...

"It's a carriage!"

"Wow! What a big carriage!"

With a "bang", the huge carriage that everyone was talking about slowly landed on the open space in front of them. The carriage was pulled by two giant flying horses with big wings. The young man who drove the carriage seemed not to be used to the cold weather here. After shivering for a while, he opened the door of the carriage while panting, and a figure with a stature far beyond ordinary people stepped down from the carriage. After seeing the lady's figure, everyone understood why the carriage had to do so. Big, because with Hagrid's stature, if the carriage is too small, you really can't even get in the door...

As soon as the lady got off the carriage, the headmaster greeted her with a smile, "Welcome to Hogwarts! Long time no see, Mrs. Maxime!"

"Long time no see, Dumbledore." Ms. Maxim smiled gracefully, reached out to shake hands with the headmaster, and turned sideways, "These are the children I brought." Then she turned her head and said to the headmaster , "It's really cold here, is Karkaroff here?"

"Not yet, but he should arrive at any time. Are you going to wait here or go in there to warm up? There is a lit fireplace right behind the children." Mr. Principal said cheerfully.

"Oh, let's go in and warm up, then this horse..." Ms. Maxim gathered her clothes and pointed to the carriage she brought.

"Don't worry, Hagrid will take good care of him." The principal smiled and waved at Hagrid, introducing him to Ms. Maxim, "This is our professor of protection of magical creatures. I believe he will take good care of him." These two flying horses."

"Hmm, these two horses are relatively delicate, they only drink single malt whiskey..." Ms. Maxim nodded, whispered, and then waved to the students behind her, "All with me Come on, let's go in and warm up..."

Before the words were finished, there was a burst of exclamation from the crowd. Ms. Maxim frowned and looked back, only to see a huge vortex suddenly appeared on the surface of the originally calm Black Lake, and the vortex was still there. Gradually expanding, a mast slowly rose from the center of the vortex, and then a very imposing medieval ship appeared on the water, but the ship looked more like a wreck that had just been salvaged from the bottom of the sea.

With a "plop", the huge iron anchor was thrown into the water, and then a huge wooden plank was lowered from the boat and set on the shore. Soon a group of people came down from the boat, led by a tall man. The tall, skinny old man looks like a skinny old pirate with a lot of experience...

"Aha, long time no see, old buddy!" The skinny old man opened his arms and walked towards Mr. Principal, with an exaggerated smile on his face, but there was no smile in his twinkling eyes.

The principal walked up to him with a smile, then turned sideways perfectly to avoid Karkaroff's hug, walked up to one of the students, and stretched out his hand with a smile, "Hahaha, welcome back, my child."

The man raised his head, and the wide hood slid down with her movements. He glanced at the broad palm extended by Mr. Principal, and a smile appeared in his eyes. He reached out to caress the other's hand, and shook it firmly, " I am back, Principal Dumbledore, and I have brought greetings from afar. Grandpa asked me to say hello to you for him. Although the stubborn old man is unwilling to admit it, I can see that he misses the interesting things back then. ..."

The smile on Mr. Principal's face froze for a moment when he heard this, and the next moment it was as if nothing had happened, he looked down at Sifels, "Go back to your team, I think that little Guy can't wait to have a good chat with you."

Sifels smiled and didn't say anything else, nodded to Mr. Principal, and walked directly past the gloomy Karkaroff to the place where the Gryffindor students gathered. Every step he took, he wore black and red The alternate Durmstrang school uniform will change a little bit. By the time she walks in front of Hermione, the robe she is wearing has completely changed back to the Hogwarts school uniform robe, and the silver-green college badge has a faint glow flashed.

"I'm back." Sifels stood in front of Hermione with a gentle expression, her eyes full of smiles.

"You're back." Hermione repeated what she said, and the next second she threw herself into Sifels' arms, hugging him tightly, "You're back!" Her voice was faintly crying .

"Well, I'm back, and I won't leave again." Sifels kissed her cheek distressedly, and the cold touch made her frowned subconsciously, "Why is it so cold? Is it cold?" She stretched out her hand Covering Hermione's cheek, rubbing it gently, trying to transfer the heat from her hand to Hermione's face.

"Not cold~"

"Why is it not cold! Your face is so cold, and your hands are also very cold, why don't you wear gloves?" Sifels gave her a slightly reproachful look, and Hermione slightly blamed her. The red eyes were instantly replaced by distressed eyes. He took Hermione's hand and put it on his neck, and pressed it there just in time when she retracted, "Don't move, cover it! Be good, okay?" ?” The voice was so soft that it was about to drip water~

"Okay~" Hermione nodded obediently, and looked at Sifels with crooked eyebrows, enjoying the tenderness that was only shown in front of her.

"Hiss..." Harry, Little Red and the others couldn't help but cover their eyes, a little unbearable for these two guys who would wantonly show their affection in public as soon as they met.

"Ah, it's nice to be young~" Mr. Principal's exclamation sounded into the ears of the two, and he looked at the two with playfulness in his eyes, "It will be warmer faster when you go in. In order not to keep the guests waiting for a long time, we still How about going to the banquet hall first?"

"Oh, my God, I forgot..." Hermione exclaimed in a low voice, and suddenly buried her flushed face into Sifels' arms, listening to Sifels' chuckle, she I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth, it's great to be back~

Although both of them wanted to go back to the dormitory immediately to express their feelings to each other, it was obviously not an occasion where they could leave arbitrarily. Even if they were reluctant, the two still went to their respective academy long tables.Seeing the teasing eyes of her friends, Sifels walked to the long table and sat down, ignoring the teasing in their eyes, and looked up at the professor's seat.

There are four more empty seats on both sides of Mr. Principal's position. It seems that besides the two principals, there are officials from the Ministry of Magic coming over. Sifels continued to look down the professor's seat, and glanced at familiar people. Finally, he stopped on a strange face that was slightly ferocious. Facing the gurgling magic eye, Sifels calmly looked away, so this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts The class professor is Alastor Moody, that crazy Oro...

Seeing something out of the corner of her eye, Sifels suddenly looked back as if she saw something dirty, frowned and turned to ask Astoria, "The one next to Mrs. Hooch is...how can I I don't know that Hogwarts has opened up new courses..."

"Oh, you said Sirius Black, he came to be a teaching assistant for flying lessons, but no one knows why a mere flying lesson needs a teaching assistant, and it is the most basic way to end the course as long as you learn to use the broomstick and pass the exam. Flying lessons." Astoria glanced at the professor's seat casually, and said with sarcasm, "Principal Dumbledore said that he was asked to assist Mrs. Hooch in taking care of the first-year freshmen who were first exposed to brooms. What did Hooch say? Mrs. Qi is only one person, so with so many children, it is inevitable that there will be things that cannot be taken care of."

"I think, just because of Blake's jumpy temper, I'm afraid it will make a fuss in the flight class that was originally extremely safe... What a hard-working first-year student." Pan Xi shrugged, as if gone Like a bone, lazily leaning on Astoria's body.

Sifels nodded, thinking with her head down, she always felt that there was something wrong with that Professor Moody, the tyrannical emotion in his eyes was hard to hide, and he had a sip of wine every ten minutes, unconsciously licking the corners of his lips tip of the tongue...

"By the way, that Alastor Moody seems to be aimed at the students of our academy. Before Draco just made a joke with the savior Potter, he was almost turned into a ferret by Moody. It’s not that he has avoided physical training..." Pansy frowned and glanced at Moody, "Even if he has always hated those people very much, as a professor, he is still a professor trusted by Principal Dumbledore, It shouldn't be too much to attack a student... Wouldn't it be a little crazy, he looked at Draco as if he was looking at some kind of enemy...Have the Malfoys offended Moody?"

"Crazy?" Sifels squinted his eyes. How could Oro, the gold medalist who can still retain his sanity in fierce struggles, become crazy in an era of peace?Unless he is crazy, unless he is not Moody... Sifels raised her eyebrows, so she seemed to understand why Moody has been drinking but not drunk at all, even if he is a very good alcoholic, If you drink too much alcohol, the reaction you should have will gradually show up.

Sifels looked at the professor's seat a few more times, and noticed that Moody seemed to avoid the dean intentionally or unintentionally every time he drank from the pot, as if he didn't want the other party to know that he had drunk to the end What is it, but for Hagrid who is sitting on the other side, he doesn't shy away at all...

Hmm, potion masters can tell the type of potion just by smelling it and looking at it. Now there is no colorless and tasteless compound decoction. There is no shortage of flavor.Sifels looked away indifferently. Since Cadiak and the others didn't tell her in advance, it means that this guy is still in the latent stage for the time being. Even if he wants to do something, he will wait until the Triwizard Tournament begins.

While Sifels was struggling to think, Mr. Principal had already explained the rules of the Triwizard Tournament, and all the members of the referee team were present. It was Ludo Bagger, the director of the Sports Department. Man, as well as Barty Crouch, director of the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation, and the principals of the three schools.So now it should be time to lift the Goblet of Fire. Sure enough, Filch, who was wearing an ill-fitting tuxedo, lifted a wooden box to the stone platform transformed by Mr. Principal...

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Oooh~ Sifels is back~