Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

October 10th came sooner than expected. Basically, when everyone saw Filch leading a group of students who should have been in confinement to scrub the old statues and picture frames in the castle, it seemed that those shining The soap bubbles have not completely rolled off.The large notice board under the marble stairs in the front hall has already been posted, and all the students know that the students from Beauxbaton and Durmstrang will arrive at 30 o'clock on Friday, and they can finish class half an hour earlier on this day— —Before the welcome banquet begins, students must put their schoolbags and textbooks back in the dormitory, and then gather in front of the castle gate to welcome the guests with the professor.

On this day, everyone was only talking about one topic, who will represent Hogwarts in the competition to compete for the championship, what are the three schools competing for, students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang and Hogwarts? What's the difference here.

The portraits touched their flushed faces after being roughly wiped, and cursed loudly. Filch stood in the corridor furiously chasing the students who didn't clean their shoes and shouted loudly. In class, warn those students who can't do well in class not to embarrass Hogwarts casually.

"Who knows how the champion of this competition was compared?"

"I asked Professor McGonagall, but she didn't tell me!" Hermione said angrily as she collected her book. "Of course, the principals of participating schools are always members of the jury."

Hermione noticed that everyone around her stopped talking and looked at her in amazement, so she was impatient with the books that others hadn't read seriously: "It's all written in "Hogwarts, a School History"! Of course, That book is not entirely credible, it should be renamed "The Revised History of Hogwarts" to be more accurate, or "Selected History of Hogwarts", this book covers up everything dark about the school!"

Ron and Harry were embarrassed at the same time, and pulled Hermione out.

"I know you like to get to the bottom of things, but don't you think what the Basilisk said..."

"Didn't we agree, Hermione, we don't care about that Professor Nix."

Hermione looked at the two friends in disbelief, then shook them away vigorously, and said loudly, "What are you talking about? I'm not interested in Slytherin matters."

"Then what are you going to say?" Harry didn't dare to look at the expressions of the people around him. He suddenly felt that he had never been so grateful that the founder used his surname as the name of the college.

"House-elves!" cried Hermione, "don't you know those poor creatures, who aren't mentioned once in the 1000-plus pages of Hogwarts, A History, when we're all Complicit in the oppression of a hundred slaves!"

"..."

Seeing that everyone in front of her was silent or looked at her with disapproving expressions, Hermione became even angrier, and turned around to find someone who could hear her and understand her thoughts: "I will change your bed sheets and wash your clothes, light the stove, and clean the room." , cooking three meals a day, and taking care of your pets is a group of unpaid enslaved intelligent beings, you know-"

Hermione's last voice stuck in her throat, and all the small animals in the corridor have fled to a safe place to peep at the professor who can only watch from a distance, it's better not to go up close to make trouble, that's right, Ron and Harry Already with a martyred expression on his face, he desperately tugged on Hermione's robe to drag her away. He looks like a teenager, but his awe-inspiring aura is comparable to that of the potions professor. The professor of Defense Against Magic looked expressionlessly at the Gryffindor Activity Library who suddenly rushed to him to appeal for the house elves.

"...afternoon... well, uh, Professor Nix!"

Harry stammered, wanting to drag Hermione away quickly.

"Miss Granger."

Salazar looked at this little witch who was born as a Muggle but was always different, with some indifference. If her stubborn eyes were not in the public, maybe she would really jump up and ask why Huo was established. House-elves were not paid, treated better, and freed when Gwarz was in power.

Salazar touched his fingers habitually, well, Muggle's way of thinking is really weird: "In fact, the things you said are all done by myself."

House-elves had never been allowed in his door when he was alive thousands of years ago.

—Slytherin's dorm was where house-elves couldn't Apparate into, so he died there and no one knew about it.

The Gryffindor trio stayed there looking at the back of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for a long time, and finally realized that they had to follow them out to the castle gate to attend the welcome party.

"Harry, what did he mean just now?" Hermione said with difficulty.

Ron, on the other hand, remembered their kitchen adventures on the first day of school with Harry, and his face turned pale.

"He means... the things you just said were all done by him himself, so your questions about enslaving house elves have nothing to do with him..."

"I understand! Starting today, I will do my own laundry and clean the room, eat food from the mail order, feed and take care of Crookshanks by myself, by the way, you too, Harry, you are going to take care of your Hedwig!"

"..."

"Well, Harry, Slytherins take care of their own pets and all because the basilisk eats house-elves!"

"Keep your voice down, the first graders are right in front!"

"Then, actually, when I said that Slytherins tidy up their own rooms, it's because they are doing evil black magic for fear of being discovered!"

"I think it is."

"I think so too! But didn't you say that the two selves in the Time Turner can't see each other, so why did we see two Slytherins in the kitchen that day?"

"Maybe it's not a Time-Turner."

"I think you're right. If a person has to do poison and evil magic all day long, tidy up the room, make three meals a day, and raise basilisks, then one's self is really not enough... Ah! Harry, look, fly Horse! Such beautiful wings!!”

A huge black shadow flitted across the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, and the light from the castle windows hit it, and all the students saw a delicate powder-blue carriage whizzed by twelve winged horses, flying through the air .

"Merlin, that's great, I thought they'd come by train or broom!"

"This carriage is very beautiful, but it's too small, how many people can it hold?"

"Are you a wizard? Don't be so stupid!"

All the students who hadn't had time to get outside the gate of the castle ran over one after another.

"Mr. Weasley, put your hat on!" Professor McGonagall called to Ron.

"Stand still, don't push, the first graders are in front! Miss Nix, don't just look at the people who step on the front!"

Looking at the white and healthy Pegasus, Aerys definitely thought that it was delicious rather than beautiful.

"Land this way! Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Hagrid waved a big sign in his hand, and there were a few subtle sarcasm from the Slytherin house, it was really stupid, especially when the carriage suddenly pulled the sea When Ge Lian rushed to the ground with his sign.

It was a cold October night, the sky was cloudless, and a pale translucent moon shone over the Forbidden Forest.

The flying horses all landed, their hooves twitching restlessly on the grass, and the carriage also descended. When the wheels touched the ground, they bumped violently a few times, and then slowly stopped.There is a coat of arms on the door, and two crossed golden wands shooting three stars each.

"Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Ravenclaw and Slytherin immediately started talking in whispers.

"It's a magic school in France, looking at the carriage is elegant and romantic..."

The carriage door opened, and Dumbledore had just stepped out of the castle to meet him. A shiny black high-heeled shoe protruded from the carriage. It was a very huge shoe, almost the size of Aerys' calf. Then, a The tallest woman anyone had ever seen came out bending down and stepping down the golden staircase.

"She's taller than Hagrid!"

"Merlin, she's at least four meters tall!"

Dumbledore started to applaud, and the students followed suit. Many people could see that the tall woman had a very smooth and beautiful face without tiptoeing, with big and dark eyes that seemed to be dripping water, and a delicate black satin dress. , delicate and dazzling opals glistened on her fair neck and thick fingers.She smiled gracefully and held out her hand to Dumbledore who was walking towards her.

With a height of nearly 1.8 meters, the white wizard could kiss her hand without bending down, which immediately attracted the neat gasps of the small animals.

"Dear Madame Maxime, welcome to Hogwarts!"

"Hello, Dumbledore!" Madame Maxime waved her big hand behind her. Since a dozen boys and girls were standing in her shadow, no one could notice when they got off the carriage. They were all dressed in navy blue. Black robes, no cloak, all shivering from the cold.They looked up at Hogwarts Castle with the same amazement and mixed emotions as everyone who saw it for the first time.

"What are you looking at Harry?"

"I'm watching...Professor Nix! He's been staring at the Black Lake."

"My horses, they only drink malt whiskey..." Madam Maxim hadn't finished her sentence when the calm black lake suddenly became turbulent. There was a whirlpool right in the middle of the lake, and out of the middle of it rose what looked like a long, black column, with hawsers tied to it.

It's a boat.

At first there were only three sails, and then all of them rushed to the surface of the water suddenly, and the hull floated to the surface majesticly as if folded, shining in the moonlight.There are sharp ramming angles on the high and upwardly curved ship's side, a dark and exquisite sculpture holds a huge shiny sapphire, and water drops roll down from above, giving off a soft light in the night.

"Is it a party for tall people today?" Ron muttered, looking at the people who got off the boat, all of them were 1.8 meters tall. When they got closer, they realized that their tall figures were because they were wearing long wool woven fur capes. It was brown and heavy, except for the smooth silver of those leading the way to the castle.

"Dumbledore!" Headmaster Durmstrang's voice sounded very weird, as if he was putting on airs, and seemed to be very uncoordinated with false enthusiasm. He was very tall and thin, with short white hair and a very short beard on his chin. At least, it didn't even completely cover up his slack chin, and his appearance had a kind of cold and terrifying ferocity, like although he was smiling now, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

—That’s right, it’s the eyes that don’t match up.

Salazar frowned slightly, and there was silence under those cold and sharp eyes, and there was some slight strange emotion when he looked up at the castle and Dumbledore, although it was well concealed.

"How are you, old friend?"

Igor Karkaroff continued in that uncomfortably falsely enthusiastic voice: "Oh, how nice it is here, how nice..."

Dumbledore was aware of the strange vigilance, and had to greet Principal Durmstrang who came up to give him a hug in order to maintain etiquette, but at the moment when the two embraced, Dumbledore's body suddenly stiffened.

Karkaroff let go of his hand first, the smile on that cold face still looked so cruel and cunning.

"Albus, won't you invite me in?"