Capítulo 125: Chapter 122 - Arrival of the Twelve Schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry (3)
Dumbledore, seeing the spectacular arrival of both nations, simply laughed and clapped. He had to give credit to France and Russia for making such an impressive entrance. In the stands, the camera flashes resembled a sea of blinding lights.
The thunderous arrival of the two nations heightened the audience's excitement to great heights.
The doors of the carriages, pulled by white Pegasi, opened, and a dozen beautiful women in blue dresses and matching hats enchanted the male spectators, who cheered loudly.
In particular, Fleur Delacour, with her exquisitely beautiful face and charming smile, successfully captured the attention of all the boys in the stands.
After all the members of Beauxbatons had disembarked, an incredibly tall woman, even taller than Hagrid, gracefully descended from the carriage. Her black dress perfectly hugged her slender and beautiful body.
"Madame Maxime." Albus greeted the woman with an elegant and warm look.
"Albus, you look splendid in that outfit." Offering her hand, the Headmistress of Beauxbatons, Olympe Maxime, subtly flirted with the most powerful man in the world.
"You are even more dazzling, Madame Maxime." Albus let out a happy laugh and kissed her hand while looking into her eyes. It seemed as if the man was flirting back.
"Always so charming, Albus." Maxime covered her mouth and laughed softly, giving Albus a very friendly pat on the shoulder.
For a moment, Dumbledore's face showed a pained expression from the friendly pat on the shoulder, and he laughed along with the half-giant woman.
Asterion, watching the scene, just rolled his eyes. The Headmistress Maxime didn't know that the man she was flirting with predominantly preferred male companionship.
And even if he did like women, Asterion couldn't imagine old Dumbledore sleeping with Maxime; she would probably crush him during the process.
For some reason, this made Asterion find the scene quite amusing.
While Albus and Maxime were conversing warmly, a wooden bridge was raised from the ship, linking the ship to the ground. Young wizards and witches dressed in classic black Russian clothing, holding wooden staffs, descended from the ship, all looking like very well-trained soldiers.
After the young people in black had disembarked, a man dressed in classic white Russian clothing came down from the ship, his demeanor arrogant and cold. When the man saw Dumbledore, he walked over to him and embraced the pillar of the British magical community.
"Albus." Igor Karkaroff, Headmaster of Durmstrang, spoke in a serious and hoarse voice.
"Igor." Albus greeted him amicably as well.
Both smiled amicably; it hardly seemed as if they had been enemies in the First Wizarding War.
Seeing all the foreign students lined up side by side, Dumbledore stepped forward with open arms and spoke, his voice reaching everyone in the stadium.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, today we are here to celebrate a historic day that will be etched in the annals of our history."
Seeing the audience filled with excitement at his words, Albus continued.
"Thirteen magical schools will be participating in the International Magic and Witchcraft Tournament. Young wizards and witches will compete against each other in a fierce tournament divided into three stages, which will remain secret for now." Albus laughed and spoke, his youthful, animated, and warm tone making everyone look at the most powerful man in the world with a very different gaze than before. Applause thundered loudly, and everyone looked at the man with admiration.
Asterion clicked his tongue at this, noting how easily the man could make people like him, something Asterion himself would likely find challenging.
Even the Ministers of Magic from other countries looked at the scene somewhat incredulously. If they had the same charisma as Dumbledore, they wouldn't have to worry about being re-elected every four years.
"To all those participating in the Tournament, I wish you good luck and hope you all have fun. Hogwarts opens its doors to you." Dumbledore concluded his speech quickly, knowing that the children would be hungry after their journey, especially those from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, who had flown to England.
Although Hogwarts did not make a spectacular entrance, they didn't need to; the enormous castle on the hill was enough to enchant anyone.
It seemed like a mythical castle with tall towers straight out of popular fairy tales. Around the castle, the magical energy was so dense and pulsated like a heart contracting and expanding, it seemed as if the castle was alive.
The students from the other magical schools shared the same feeling after seeing the enormous castle on the hill.
"Incredible."
Entering the Great Hall and seeing the spectacular starry ceiling, everyone was amazed by the sight. For a moment, they felt a bit envious of the Hogwarts students; living in this medieval castle would be like stepping into a fairy tale they had always heard from their parents as children.
Since it was impossible to place new tables in the Great Hall, the twelve magical schools had to sit together with the four houses of Hogwarts – Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff.
But since there were no specific seating requirements for each school, all the students sat at the tables they liked the most.
At the Gryffindor table:
"The boys look like a bunch of animals in heat," Hermione commented, seeing all the boys at the table staring at the prettiest girl from Beauxbatons. From what she had heard, she knew the young woman's identity – Fleur Delacour, daughter of the French Minister of Magic.
"Interesting," Rose said, biting into her toast and looking at Fleur with interest. To her eyes, the French girl unconsciously exuded a colorless and odorless scent, which, from what she observed, could influence the opposite sex in a very basic way.
Rose assumed that someone older with this ability could control others using this scent very easily. There was almost no defense against something like this, as the human body would absorb the scent very easily through the pores of the skin.
And seeing her appearance, Rose knew that Fleur was not at all happy with what was happening to her. Rose could understand, after all, no one wants to be surrounded by animals in heat looking at them as a simple piece of juicy meat.
At the Slytherin table:
Seeing Blaise's gaze fixed on Fleur, Tracey's eyes became increasingly dangerous and cold. Under the table, she stomped on the Italian boy's foot with her high heel.
Blaise, who was captivated by Fleur's appearance, suddenly hissed, feeling the sharp pain in his foot.
"What in Merlin's name was that, Tracey?" Blaise took a deep breath, feeling his foot extremely painful, and complained loudly to the girl sitting in front of him.
"You look like a dog in heat; I'm just making sure you don't tarnish Slytherin's image," Tracey huffed and replied venomously while glaring at the boy.
Blaise wanted to refute her words, but seeing those increasingly cold brown eyes staring at him, he wisely chose to remain silent and ate in silence, with a very obvious bitterness in his expression.
Asterion watched this and shook his head. He snapped his fingers, and Baskerville's influence expanded, covering the entire Slytherin table. The boys who had been staring at Fleur suddenly snapped out of their trance, feeling dazed.
Remembering their embarrassing behavior in front of everyone, they all felt deep shame and lowered their heads in dismay.
Fleur, who was at the Ravenclaw table, ignored all the excited glances directed at her and soon noticed the strange behavior of the Slytherin members.
Seeing that the Slytherin members were no longer absorbed in her charm, Fleur's eyes sparkled as she wisely looked at Asterion.
Suddenly, she noticed her sister, Gabrielle, leaving her side and walking towards the Slytherin table. This made Fleur's lips curl into an amused smile as she awaited the next scene.
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