Although she glared at Elwyn, Hermione did not seem to be angry.
"Well, when you all stop looking at me," she said bluntly. "Then you will find that Dumbledore has come in and the banquet is about to start."
Hermione was right. Elwyn turned around and saw the professors were walking into the auditorium. They walked to the VIP seats one by one and sat down.
Walking at the back were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Kakarov and Mrs. Maxim, the headmasters of the three magic schools.
Seeing their headmaster, the students of Boosbottom quickly stood up.
Many students of Hogwarts could not help laughing at their behavior, but the representatives of Boosbottom did not seem embarrassed at all. They did not sit down again until Mrs. Maxim sat down on the left side of Dumbledore.
Elwyn knew that compared with the relatively relaxed environment of Hogwarts, Boosbottom was very strict.
All the professors sat down, except for Dumbledore. The auditorium gradually quieted down.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and especially our distinguished guests!" Dumbledore said, looking at the foreign students with a smile, "It is with great joy that I welcome you to Hogwarts. I hope and believe that you will feel comfortable and happy here. "
Upon hearing Dumbledore's words, a woman named Boothbottom let out an unmistakably mocking sneer.
She still wrapped her scarf tightly around her head, so it was hard to see her face clearly.
"That guy is so annoying. No one forced you to stay!" Hermione whispered.
She was obviously annoyed by the girl. Elwyn hurriedly whispered a few words to comfort her.
There were many people who had the same idea as Hermione. They were all surprised by the behavior of the Boosbottom woman.
No one knew what kind of education they received in the school. Boosbottom was very hostile to Hogwarts.
Elwyn had also been like this the last time, attacking without saying a word. These French!
As for Demstrong's students, they did not show their hostility so directly, but they did not pay attention to Dumbledore's words. They seemed to be more interested in the golden cutlery on the table, wondering if it was real gold.
"Everyone, the Hegemony Tournament will officially begin at the end of the banquet." Dumbledore said, "I now invite everyone to eat and drink to your heart's content, just like at home!"
He sat down, and when Elwyn saw Kakarov, he went up to him and talked to him.
The next second, the plates in front of them were piled with food as usual.
The house-elves in the kitchen seemed to have pulled out all the stops, and no one had ever seen such a sumptuous spread of dishes before them, some of which were certainly foreign.
"What is this?" Corin asked.
He pointed to a large plate next to a large piece of steak and kidney pudding, which looked like a seafood hodgepodge.
"French Mixed Fish Soup," Hermione said, "It's French. I had it during the summer vacation two years ago. It was very delicious."
Hearing her words, everyone tried to get a little for themselves.
Only Ron did not move. She kept staring at Hibiscus Chinensis, without blinking.
"Hurry up and eat, Ron, or it will get cold!" Harry pulled him.
"Oh!" Ron responded, reluctantly looked away, and got herself some black pudding.
For some reason, the auditorium seemed to be more crowded than usual, even though there were less than 20 more students.
Perhaps it was because their different colors of school uniforms stood out when compared with the black robes of the Hogwarts.
Bob Barton's school uniform was sky blue, while Durmstrong and the others wore blood-red robes under their fur cloaks.
Twenty minutes after the banquet started, Hagrid slipped into the auditorium through a door behind the staff table.
He sat at his seat at the end of the table, near Gryffindor's long table.
Hagrid raised a bandaged hand and waved at Elwyn, Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"How are the fried snails?" Harry could not help but ask.
"No problem, they're growing well," Hagrid replied happily.
"Yeah, I guess so," Ron whispered. "It seems that they've finally found something they like to eat, and that's Hagrid's fingers."
No one paid attention to him, because someone else walked into the auditorium. It was Ludo Bagman and Percy's immediate superior, Mr. Crouch.
Bagman walked over and sat on the other side of Professor Kakarov, while Mr. Crouch sat next to Mrs. Maxim.
Elwyn looked up and stared at Crouch. Has this guy been controlled by the Soul Snatch Curse?!
But there didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary, and there was no sign of the Soul Snatch Curse. Crouch still looked exactly the same as usual.
His meticulous demeanor was not something an ordinary person could achieve.
As if feeling Elwyn's gaze, Crouch suddenly raised his head and looked at Elwyn.
Elwyn quickly turned his head. He had been thinking that if Barty Crouch Jr. planned to use someone else's identity to sneak into the Hogwarts, he could pretend to be his father in addition to being a student. This was very likely.
As one of the referees, Barty Crouch had access to every part of the hegemony contest.
At that time, with the help of Keresis's Moody impersonation, he could easily tamper with the situation.
Moreover, Barty Crouch Jr. knew his father's habits very well, so he didn't have to worry about being exposed.
Even if something unusual happened, Mr. Crouch Jr. could easily resolve it with his position in the Ministry of Magic.
Detection devices such as the Marauder's Map were also useless against him, so he didn't have to worry about being discovered.
In that case, could Barty Crouch Jr. impersonate Mr. Crouch?
When the golden plates were cleaned one by one, Dumbledore stood up again.
A feeling of excitement and nervousness seemed to permeate the auditorium. Everyone was waiting for the next program.
Everyone suppressed their excitement and stared intently at Dumbledore.
Even the students of Boothbottom and Durmstrong were the same. No one was distracted like before.
"The moment has finally come!" Dumbledore said, smiling at the suppressed faces. "The hegemony contest is about to begin. I'd like to explain a little before I bring in the box!"
"Bring in what?" Harry asked in a low voice.
"I don't know!"
Except for Elwyn, who knew that he was referring to the Goblet of Fire, everyone was at a loss.
"I'd like to explain the program of our school year. But first, please allow me to introduce two guests, because some people don't know them. This is Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of the International Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic!"
Sparse applause sounded in the auditorium. Many people didn't know Barty Crouch.
"This is Mr. Ludo Bargmann, Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic."
The applause for Bargmann was much louder than for Crouch. Maybe it was because he had some fame as a batter, or maybe it was because he looked much more friendly.
He stood up cheerfully and waved to express his thanks.
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