Chapter 394 Dinner

Chapter 394 Dinner

He added two more chairs on either side of Dumbledore's place.

"Anyone other than the delegation?" Harry gestured to Hermione and Ron. "There are four chairs, and there will be four important people."

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

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

"It should be like this." 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 such an important time.

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

Walking last were Professor Dumbledore, Madame Maxime and Professor Karkaroff.

When Mrs. Maxime came in, Beauxbatons' pupils stood up immediately, and did not take their seats again until Mrs. Maxime sat down on Dumbledore's left.

Several of the Hogwarts students couldn't help but snickered, and it seemed that their headmaster was usually very strict.

After the teachers have all moved in, the auditorium began to quiet down.

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

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and distinguished guests."

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 honored to welcome you to Hogwarts. I believe that you will spend your time here. A pleasant time."

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

"Now, I invite everyone to enjoy the food to the fullest. You are welcome, just like your own home." Dumbledore gestured and sat back on the rostrum.

The students at Hogwarts applauded enthusiastically, and the students of Beauxbatons and Armstrong began to coldly face the food that appeared on the table.

There was more food than ever before everyone's plate,

The house-elf in the kitchen seemed to be given strict orders. A variety of rich dishes are placed in front of the students.

Some dishes that have never been seen before, at first glance, they are specially prepared for foreign students.

Ron scooped some into a bowl from an unknown hodgepodge of soup.

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

"This is French food, French fish soup, it should be prepared for Beauxbatons' students." Hermione whispered.

During meal time, the auditorium was surprisingly quiet, completely different from the hustle and bustle of banquets on weekdays.

The atmosphere in the auditorium was more solemn than usual, and it even seemed a little crowded. The increase in the number of people in the auditorium was not large, only more than twenty students.

But their school uniforms of different colors and their unsmiling faces form a sharp contrast with the others, always reminding everyone that today is different.

Durmstrang's student took off the fur cloak, revealing the blood-red robe inside, which was extraordinarily abrupt. The silk robes of Beauxbatons' students also reminded them of their identities at all times.

The banquet was going on in a dull way, and everyone put their energy on the food and ate and drank in a serious manner.

About twenty minutes into the banquet, a huge figure caught the attention of the others. It was Hagrid, who slipped into the auditorium through a central door behind the staff desk.

He also waved at Harry, Hermione and Ron with his bandaged hand as he sat at the end of the table.

"What's up with the snails, Hagrid?" Harry asked loudly at Hagrid.

"Very good, they are growing well," Hagrid said cheerfully.

"Oh, I knew it would be like this." Ron said gloomily, "In the next class, we will meet the table-sized fried-tailed snails. I would rather he returns to the Forbidden Forest quietly as a guard."

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

It was a Beauxbatons girl with long, waterfall-like silver hair that fell down to her waist. The big blue eyes are like warm gems, and the white and neat teeth make her lips even more rosy.

Ron's face turned red, and he stared at the girl impolitely. He opened to speak, but immediately stuttered, as if his throat were stuck.

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

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

Harry laughed, and as the girl walked away, the laughter finally woke Ron.

Ron said in a hoarse, gruff voice, "She's a veela." It was so unusual, he had just been completely hooked, like at the Quidditch World Cup.

"Certainly not, no one else is staring at her like an idiot," Hermione said sharply.

Not exactly. When the girl walked through the auditorium, many boys turned their heads and stared straight at her. A few of them, like Ron, became goofy.

"Maybe I need a protective spell." Ron immediately thought of a way. Staring directly 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 straight at the girl, but he couldn't help peeking at her out of the corner of his eye, "There is no such person at Hogwarts." Like magic, it attracted his attention.

"Maybe some kind of magic, or a special presence?" Harry pondered, remembering something George had taught them.

He remembers that everyone has a different sense of presence. Some magic can alter this sense of innocence, creating an overlooked or eye-catching effect.

"If you don't just focus on that girl, you should find out who came in just now." Hermione said rudely.

She pointed to the staff table on the podium, and the two vacant seats were already filled with people.

Ludo Bagman sat next to Professor Karkaroff, and Percy's immediate boss, Mr. Crouch, sat next to Mrs. Maxime.

"Sure enough, they are." Harry nodded, Hermione just guessed correctly, it was indeed the staff of the Ministry of Magic.

(To be continued.)