Gabrielle seemed to want to come over and say a few words to Elwyn.
But her little hand was tightly held by Hibiscus Chinensis, and she could not pull it out. She could only use her other hand to wave at Elwyn.
Until Elwyn also waved his hand, she was satisfied and put it down.
Then, seeing all the Hogwarts students staring at her, her face suddenly turned red.
The girl was obviously embarrassed. She was too excited when she saw Elwyn and forgot that there were so many people here.
"Who is the French girl who waved at Elwyn?"
"I don't know, but she is quite beautiful, isn't she?!"
Many boys were staring at Gabrielle, and they seemed to be attracted to her.
Fortunately, Gabrielle was still young, and the magic power of the Enva bloodline in her body was not strong.
Everyone just felt that this little girl looked very beautiful and cute, and there was an inexplicable sense of intimacy, but they were not attracted.
Then, more people noticed the expressions of the other Boosbottom students, especially the few boys, when they looked at Elwyn.
They could not hide the disgust on their faces, as if there was a great hatred.
The little wizards whispered to each other again. Although no one knew what Elwyn did at Boosbottom last semester, they were not surprised that Elwyn suddenly became the focus of attention.
They were used to it in the past two years, and it would be abnormal if it was not like this.
As for Elwyn, he did not have the time to think about what others thought.
He didn't even pay attention to the group of Beusbarton students who were looking at him with unkind expressions.
He greeted Gabrielle, and just as he put down his hand, Hermione suddenly moved closer to his ear.
"Who is she?" She asked in a low voice.
"Gabrielle Delacour!"
Hermione nodded. She knew that Elwyn had such a letter friend, who sent him several letters every week.
They also discussed the differences between French owls and English owls.
Elwyn waited for a while, but Hermione didn't continue speaking. He didn't know what she was thinking.
He turned around and looked at Hermione in surprise, thinking that she would continue to ask.
Right now, Hermione was like a kitten. She was very quiet, but there was a trace of craftiness in her proud eyes.
Elwyn turned his head and secretly rejoiced that it was Gabriel who came. If Elaine was here, things would be terrible.
Leaving aside the brief commotion in front of the castle, the conversation between Dumbledore and Madame Maxim continued in the hall.
"The last time I came to Hogwarts was more than 40 years ago. This place still looks so beautiful!"
"The door of Hogwarts is always open. You and your students can come at any time if you want." Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Yes, in the past, various magic schools often exchange students with each other. It's a good tradition. I really hope we can restore it." Mrs. Maxim continued, "You know, since the appearance of those two people, the overall level of the European magic circle has dropped a lot. There are many fields …"
"This Top Three Competition is a good start." Dumbledore said meaningfully.
"Yes, is Kakarov here?" Mrs. Maxim nodded.
"He will come at any time." Dumbledore said, "Would you like to greet him here, or would you like to go in and warm yourself first?"
"I'd better warm myself first." Mrs. Maxim said, "But those horses …"
"Don't worry, our Mythical Guardian Teacher will be happy to take care of them." Dumbledore said, "He'll come back after dealing with a small mess. It's his, um, something else that he's in charge of is in trouble."
Obviously, the trouble was caused by the exploding snails that were getting bigger and bigger.
They were now trying to run out of the box, so Hagrid had to catch them back.
"My horses need a strong person to take care of them." Mrs. Maxim said uneasily, as if doubting whether the Mythical Guardian Teacher of Hogwarts was competent for the job. "You know, they are very fierce."
"I promise you, Hagrid can do this job well." Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Very good!" Mrs. Maxim said, bowing slightly, "And, can you tell this Hagrid that these horses only drink single malt whisky?"
"I shall see to it," said Dumbledore, bowing as well.
"Come," Mrs. Maxim said majestically to her students.
The Hogwarts's students stepped back, and the crowd made way for her and her students to walk up the stone steps.
When all of Boothbottom's people had gone in, the conversation turned to Demstrong.
"How big do you think Demstrong's horses are?" Seamus Finnegan leaned in.
"I don't know, but if they're bigger than these horses, I'm afraid even Hagrid can't handle them," said Harry. "I mean, if he hasn't been bitten by his exploding snails. I wonder what happened to them? "
"Probably ran away," said Ron hopefully.
"Don't say that," said Hermione at once. "Think about it, those things are crawling all over the grounds."
"Don't worry, Hagrid will take care of it, and Demstrong may not have rune horses," said Elwyn.
He explained to the others in a low voice the origin of the rune horses, their rarity, the cost of keeping them, and so on.
The little wizards marveled again. They had always thought these horses were the legendary Pegasi.
Everyone stood there, waiting for the Durmstrong delegation to arrive.
Another twenty minutes had passed, and everyone was shivering with cold.
Most of them were staring up at the sky, and for a moment there was silence. It had been too long, and it was too cold, and no one was in the mood to talk. All that could be heard was the snorting and stamping of Mrs. Maxim's giant horse.
Suddenly Corin asked, "Do you hear something?"
And then Elwyn heard it, too. A loud, strange sound floated out of the darkness toward them: a muffled rumbling and sucking sound, like a giant vacuum cleaner moving along the riverbed.
"In the lake!" shouted Lee Jordan, pointing. "Look at the lake!"
They were standing on the slope of the lawn overlooking the grounds, and they could see the calm, dark water clearly.
The surface of the lake was no longer calm. There was a commotion in the middle of the lake. There was a huge splash on the surface of the water. The waves crashed against the wet shore. Then, right in the middle of the lake, a huge whirlpool appeared. It was as if a huge plug had suddenly been pulled out from the bottom of the lake.
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