Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 392 Madam Maxime

"Although they are well trained, this is not the environment they are familiar with. It is night and the light is not enough, so it is easy to make mistakes while busy." George said calmly, "Even if you are a wizard, you still have to obey the traffic. rules."

The huge carriage was silent, only the golden criss-crossed wand emblem on the door faced everyone calmly.

After waiting for a while, the door finally opened.

A boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the carriage, bent down in a slight panic, and groped on the floor of the carriage.

Then, a golden spiral ladder slid down, and he stepped back respectfully.

A shiny black high-heeled shoe protruded from the carriage. The shoe was not the size of an ordinary person, it was the size of a schoolbag. Along with the high heels came a woman, a tall woman.

The woman was nearly four meters tall, and everyone had to look up to see her face. She had a handsome olive-colored face and large, dark, watery eyes. His hair was combed back, he was wrapped in a black silk dress, and there were many luxurious gems shining on his neck and thick fingers.

Dumbledore began to applaud, the teachers and classmates began to applaud, and many students stood on tiptoes curiously, trying to see why this woman was so tall.

There was an elegant smile on the woman's face, and she stretched out a ringed hand and walked towards Dumbledore, who kissed without bending over.

Dumbledore said warmly, "Welcome to Hogwarts, dear Lady Maxime."

"I hope you are all well, Dumbledore." Madame Maxime's voice was deep and deep.

"Very good, thank you for your concern." Dumbledore said politely.

Madame Maxime glanced in George's direction, her eyes narrowed, and then she waved a huge hand casually behind her.

"my student."

Behind her were twelve or three boys and girls, who were standing neatly behind Madame Maxime, all aged 18 to 19 years old.

They were all wearing delicate and elegant silk robes, and they were all shaking slightly.

It can also be seen vaguely,

The panic just messed up their hairstyles, urgent makeup touches, and could not take into account the details perfectly.

They were standing in the huge shadow behind Madame Maxime, looking up at Hogwarts with a look of alertness. When their eyes met George, they immediately seemed a little dodgy.

Seeing the timid and worried expressions of those students, George couldn't help but smile a little. It suddenly occurred to him that Hogwarts had not had a good reputation around the world over the years.

Like Durmstrang being voted the least popular magic school in Europe just because they teach black magic.

Hogwarts is also described as a very dangerous place in the mouths of other houses. The Dark Lord was among them. For the past ten years, the entire British magic world has been shrouded in darkness.

If Durmstrang and Beauxbatons had investigated his intelligence, perhaps in the rumors of other countries, he would be a more terrifying figure than Voldemort.

"Is Karkaroff here?" Mrs. Maxim said in a calm tone. The appearance ceremony just now was not very satisfying, and she hoped that no more people would see it.

"He will come at any time," Dumbledore replied quietly. "Do you wish to meet him here, or do you intend to go in and warm up."

Madame Maxime looked at the shivering students and said, "Let's go into the room and warm up."

"My horses," she asked hesitantly, "can you take care of them?"

"Of course," Dumbledore replied immediately, "our teacher of Conservation of Magical Creatures will be more than happy to take care of them, and he's dealing with a little mess elsewhere, something he's taking care of."

Dumbledore's tone made George doubt whether Hagrid could take good care of these horses. He seemed to have the ability. But once he got in touch with his brain, all the questions became uncertain.

He knew that Hagrid was running around in the Forbidden Forest now. Those fried-tailed snails he kept had grown and grown, and like all the animals he kept, they could make trouble everywhere.

"My horses need strong people to take good care of them." Madame Maxime said, with suspicious eyes, she doubted whether Dumbledore said that the teacher of the protection of magical creatures who caused trouble was competent. Work.

"I assure you, Hagrid will be able to finish the job," Dumbledore said with a smile, his mouth full of guaranteed tickets.

"Okay." Madame Maxime bowed slightly. "Please tell Hagrid that these horses only drink single malt whisky."

"I'll take care of him." Dumbledore said calmly and bowed.

"Follow me." Madame Maxime said majestically to the students.

The crowd at Hogwarts gave way, and Professor McGonagall led Madame Maxime and her students down the hall.

The cold night made people a little restless. The students had been waiting for a long time. They were all looking up at the sky, hoping that Durmstrang's delegation would come sooner. That way, they can go back to the warm auditorium and start the dinner.

Fortunately, they didn't wait too long when a strange voice suddenly sounded. It was a loud, weird sound, like a suppressed rumbling, like a giant tumbling in the water.

"In the lake," Lee Jordan shouted, pointing to the lake. "Look at that."

Everyone's eyes turned to the surface of the lake, only to see that the calm and dark water surface in the past had now become choppy and the water was billowing. The water in the middle of the lake is like some giant beast churning, like boiling water that has been heated and boiled, and the waves are constantly surging.

Rolling waves spread all the way to the wet shore, lapping against the rubble.

Then in the center of the lake, a deep whirlpool appeared. A long black pole slowly rose from the whirlpool, followed by sails and ropes. When they all emerged, everyone immediately shouted, "It's the mast."

Then, the deck slowly emerged from the whirlpool. It was an extraordinary and huge ship. The boat rose out of the water, glistening in the moonlight.

The ship looked very strange, like a wreck that had just been salvaged. The ship was shimmering dimly and misty, like a ghost ship.

(To be continued.)