Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 391 Make a Little Trouble

When Professor McGonagall's eyes fell on Harry, Ron, and Hermione, he finally nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Weasley, Granger, Potter's appearance is very energetic and can reflect our The temperament of the academy, everyone should learn more."

Hermione murmured to herself, "Why don't you think about it? They deliberately used the magic picture book to choose the look for formal occasions."

Being complimented, Ron's chest stood tall. Not to mention, although he has some freckles on his face, the freckles have been faded after the modification of the magic picture book. With well-groomed red hair, he looks enthusiastic, tall and strong, and with strengthened eyebrows, he looks a little handsome.

Hearing Professor McGonagall's compliment, Ron was as cool and refreshed as he ate ice cream mints on a hot summer day. , In fact, I can also rely on my face to eat."

Harry was also in high spirits, with meticulous hair showing a lightning scar on his forehead, black-rimmed glasses with deep eyes and a calm demeanor. A tall and strong figure, coupled with a resolute face, makes people rise spontaneously, a feeling of trustworthiness.

"Okay, come with me." Professor McGonagall said contentedly, "Don't be crowded, the first-year students are in front, walk slowly, don't mess up your clothes..."

They followed the flow of people all the way down the steps and stood in a neat queue in front of the castle.

The sun has already set, and the sunlight has been lost. The air begins to cool down, and it is inhaled coldly into the lungs, which makes people feel excited.

Ron looked at his watch, then looked at the lane that was not unusual, and asked curiously, "It's almost six o'clock, what way do you think they will use? Train?"

"I guess not." Hermione searched in her mind the common ways wizards pass, judging the way that might match the current situation.

"It can't be a broomstick, can it?" Harry looked up at the sky, and the moon and stars began to dot the sky, shining brightly.

"It should be a large vehicle, after all, it's coming from a foreign country... It's too far..." Hermione said her guess.

"Or simply the door key, which is the most convenient." Ron guessed, "or they just use Apparition, and they can come right after class."

"Hogwarts can't use Apparition, I've said it several times." Hermione said angrily.

Ron didn't continue talking,

He glanced at the queue of teachers again and said, "George is much more handsome than the other teachers. Standing there, he raised the school's temperament."

"That's right, he's standing beside Dumbledore, stealing Dumbledore's limelight." Harry searched for the teachers' queue, and then he said in surprise, "Snape It's really big news that you've washed your hair."

He had seen Snape wash his hair only a handful of times over the years at school.

"I guess Dumbledore forced it, or he simply used the cleansing spell directly on Snape." Hermione's eyes rolled cleverly, giving the most likely guess.

"Well, that must be the case." Ron nodded, he never had any hope of Snape's consciousness.

"Slow," Harry began to get impatient.

The moonlight began to sway towards the earth, and the cool wind began to invade with the cold. At this time, everyone should have stayed in the warm lounge, eating snacks. And now, they are standing in the cold wind, waiting for the foreign envoys, they have not even eaten dinner.

"They must be trying to make a big news, to make a special appearance ceremony to scare us." Ron looked through everything, and his tone was full of dissatisfaction.

"I hope they don't make too much trouble, and they won't be beaten down by George and the others as their enemies." His tone was full of malice.

Fortunately, his thoughts were not in sight. At this moment, Dumbledore, who was standing in the middle of the back row of teachers, shouted, "If I guessed correctly, the representative of Beauxbatons has come."

"Where?" Everyone asked eagerly, scrambling to look around.

"In the sky," Dean Thomas shouted, pointing to the sky above the Forbidden Forest.

A behemoth was flying towards the castle from the end of the line of sight, and a bigger and bigger figure appeared in front of everyone.

"It's a dragon." A first-year freshman screamed excitedly, with unbelievable surprise on his face.

"Don't talk nonsense, it's a flying house," Dennis Creevey corrected.

With his eagle eye technique, George had already seen what was flying in the distance. It was neither a dragon nor a house.

It was a huge powder blue carriage. The carriage of the carriage was bigger than a house. Twelve winged celestial horses drove the carriage and flew rapidly in the air.

The carriage passed through the forbidden forest and flew towards them by the light under the castle window.

As the carriage approached, it began to lower its height, and twelve silver-maned horses the size of elephants charged towards this side at a rapid speed.

The students who were standing in the front rows quickly backed away, and the neatly arranged formation at Hogwarts became crowded and chaotic, causing George to frown.

"These rude guys."

George didn't like the way the Beauxbatons delegation appeared. They made it clear that they were going to make big news. If Dumbledore was not standing by his side, he would find some for Beauxbaton's delegation at this moment. trouble.

"But it's not impossible now." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Dumbledore staring intently at Beauxbatons' carriage.

George lowered his left hand, his fingers lightly tapped his thigh, he opened his mouth slightly, as if he took a bland breath, and then his toes tapped the ground, like a small gesture of boredom because of waiting.

Then, in front of the team, there was an earth-shattering loud noise and a panicked shout.

This scene frightened the students in the queue in front of them, and let Beauxbaton's condition fully displayed in front of the teachers.

Beauxbaton's giant pink-blue carriage has landed on the ground, and those elephant-like pegasus are also tickling on the ground. Those pegasus' hooves are bigger than a plate, and they are digging hard on the ground, supporting themselves not to slip.

It turned out that there was a huge Pegasus. When it landed on the ground, it didn't seem to stand firm. At this time, it stumbled and fell to the ground half-kneeling. At this time, it was stepping on its front hooves to support itself.

"Fortunately, nothing happened." Professor McGonagall said happily, "They should have slowed down earlier, it's too dangerous to stop the carriage urgently."

(To be continued.)