Through the car window, Gabrielle saw the shadow of the approaching castle.
“What a beautiful castle!”
Gabri Delacour said happily. After hearing this, the students who were not by the car window all came to the car window and looked at the castle called Hogwarts.
They all know this magic school. After all, Hogwarts can even be said to be the oldest wizarding school in Europe. Although it cannot be said that the level of a school is directly related to its long history, if this school did not really have two brushes, it would not have existed for such a long time.
So everyone has somewhat longed for Hogwarts. It's a pity that Hogwarts' admissions range is relatively fixed. And their admissions method is completely different from other schools' registration or recommendation methods.
Who can enter this school is determined when the note of admission is written on the admission book.
The young wizard being recorded can choose to refuse. But it is not so easy for young wizards who have not been recorded to enter Hogwarts.
"So, sister, is there any difference between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons?"
Gabrielle looked at her sister with some longing.
Of all the people present, not even Mrs. Maxim has ever visited Hogwarts for a long time. She has only been there once, and it was just a quick visit.
There was also supposed to be Chrissy Lestrange. But this time Chrissy Lestrange clearly declined the invitation. It seems that there are other things in the family that need her to deal with, so she can't come to Hogwarts with everyone.
In addition, the professor who was originally sent to Hogwarts for exchange inexplicably only appeared in the school again after the visit. And he said that he had never been to Hogwarts at all. Therefore, Fleur has become the only one who can answer the questions of these curious little wizards.
Fleur smiled reservedly: "Actually, there is no difference. The difference between the two schools cannot be simply described as being better or worse. A foot is long and an inch is short. Hogwarts is older, and they have some of the things we know. I don’t know the historical documents, but their teaching methods are also relatively retro. My feeling is that with this training method, excellent wizards can grow quickly on their own. And wizards with even average talents may be eliminated due to a moment of slackness. Eliminate quickly.”
"Our Beauxbatons is a school that has not been around very long. It is also more dynamic. Whether it is the school building or the education method, it is closer to modern times than Hogwarts. Our education will make even the laziest classmates capable Good ability. But correspondingly, professors will spend more energy on improving students with average talents instead of working hard for excellent students."
The senior year at Hogwarts is a small class in the truest sense. Many students will only have one or two courses to choose from after taking the OWLS exam. So those students who are truly outstanding, talented and interested in this subject are selected. And it will develop rapidly under the guidance of top professors in the industry.
For example, in a senior potions class, there may only be a dozen or so people left in the class. And even among these dozen or so people, maybe only three or five can join the after-school clubs organized by professors.
The vast majority of students at Hogwarts have a very happy academic life. After they take the OWLS exam, they won't have any excessive academic pressure. A small number of students will become more and more tired as they study.
Not only did this statement fail to make Sister Furong and her classmates understand, they actually made them even more confused.
"Can't understand……"
In the final analysis, Gabrielle is an honest child: "I feel like you are showing off. It's okay, I'll ask Brother Luke when the time comes."
The relationship between Gabri and Luke has always been good. After the initial contact, Luke would bring some gifts to Gabri every time he contacted her. Those who celebrate the holidays are not left behind. A handsome and generous older brother can easily leave a good impression in a little girl's heart. This good impression may not develop further, but if there is no particularly destructive behavior, Luke's image will always remain positive in Gabrielle's heart.
Madame Maxime approved of Fleur's analysis.
"Indeed, there is no apparent difference, we just took different paths. And we all think we are the best."
As a wizard who is truly devoted to education, Mrs. Maxim has also learned about the systems of many magic schools in the world. She also knows that if she wants to truly cultivate talents, she still has to move towards refined education, which is the relationship between master and apprentice. It's just that now, we can be more open.
but……
"This kind of analysis is definitely not something you can make. Did Mr. Gunter tell you? Or was it someone else?"
Mrs. Maxim's tone was quite firm when she said this.
This made Furong feel a little unhappy: "Why can't it be my own idea!"
Mrs. Maxim looked at the indignant Fleur and said helplessly: "Fleur, you are a smart girl, but you are only a little smart. Your analytical ability may have been exchanged for your beauty."
Fleur wanted to be angry but didn't know whether she should be angry or not. Although this person is saying that he is stupid. But she did say that she was beautiful.
Looking at Fleur with a somewhat troubled expression, Gabrielle covered her forehead in pain.
At this moment, everyone felt an obvious feeling of falling. So, everyone knew that they had arrived.
The carriage landed smoothly soon, and the faces of the students were full of anticipation. Although Mrs. Maxim didn't show it on her face, her nervous expression still showed her uneasiness. It can be said that Furong alone is truly peaceful.
After opening the door, Mrs. Maxim led her students out in an orderly manner.
What caught his eye was naturally the duo of Luke and Dumbledore.
Professor Albus Dumbledore's name is still widely spread even among this group of students in a foreign country. After all, there is no qualifier such as 'British' in front of the title 'The Strongest White Wizard'.
Luke Gunter was not familiar to them. He was more likely to be mentioned accidentally by Fleur, Madam Maxime and Gabrielle on the road. In the student queue, some boys stared at Luke with hostility.
Although they didn't hear much, they could still feel it. Their Beauxbatons Flower seems to have some unclear relationship with the guy in front of them.
This is enough to make them wary and hostile.
"Long time no see, Madame Maxime, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Dumbledore stepped forward and greeted Madame Maxime.
"I hope you are well, Dumbledore."
As she spoke, her face relaxed, she opened an elegant smile, stretched out a sparkling hand, and walked towards Dumbledore. Although Dumbledore was also tall, he barely bent down when he kissed the hand.
Luke followed Dumbledore, almost abreast.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, Mrs. Maxim."
As he spoke, Luke extended his hand to Madame Maxime. Mrs. Maxim didn't care much, shook Luke's hand and said: "Thank you for the welcome, Mr. Gunter. I am very honored."
The students behind her couldn't tell if it was an illusion. They always felt that Madam Maxime treated Luke Gaunt more seriously than Professor Dumbledore.
It's very unreasonable and even more incomprehensible.
But neither Fleur nor Gabrielle had any other reaction. After all, they knew that Luke had the identity of Beauxbatons school director. He is also a school director with considerable voting weight. Madame Maxime should pay more attention to Luke.
After all, Dumbledore couldn't remove her from her post.
At this time, a huge magic ship appeared in the black lake.
Soon a group of figures appeared in everyone's field of vision. These people all looked very big because they all wore fur cloaks with shaggy and tangled fur. The fur cloak worn by the leader was of a different kind: silvery white, soft and smooth, much like his hair.
"Dumbledore!" the man called enthusiastically as he walked up the ramp. "How are you, my dear old fellow?"
"Excellent, thank you, Professor Karkaroff." Dumbledore replied.
Karkaroff had a sweet voice and was tall and thin like Dumbledore, but his white hair was short and his goatee didn't quite cover his thin chin. He walked up to Dumbledore and shook Dumbledore's hand with both hands, looking very warm.
But soon, he noticed the somewhat dry welcoming team at Hogwarts.
"Only two of us? Dumbledore?"
Although Karkaroff did not elaborate, he expressed his dissatisfaction with feeling neglected.
Faced with such an emotion that was almost complaining, Dumbledore smiled freely: "I welcome you with my best students. Believe me, this is very grand."
Dumbledore said so, and Karkaroff had no room to refute. He didn't have the courage to explode in front of Dumbledore yet.
but……
"Haha! Speaking of students, Viktor, come here and warm yourself up... Do you mind, Dumbledore? Viktor has a little cold..."
Karkaroff motioned for one of his students to come forward. His striking aquiline nose and two thick, black eyebrows easily revealed his identity.
Viktor Krum.
Krum stepped forward and looked at the people gathered around. Of course, it goes without saying that Karkaroff, that tall woman seemed to be the principal of Beauxbatons, and beside her was an extremely beautiful girl.
But Krum only took one more look and looked away. He is not very interested in girls whose beauty is too obvious and sharp, and whose beauty and connotation cannot be seen at a glance.
Then he noticed Dumbledore. Even in Bulgaria, he had heard legends about this old man. Then, he saw the boy standing next to Dumbledore.
"Mr. Gunter, we finally meet."
His voice was a little low and sounded a little clogged. It seems Karkaroff wasn't lying or exaggerating when he said he had a cold.
"I have already seen your heroic appearance, Viktor."
Luke smiled and held out his hand to Krum. After the opponent squeezed his hand, he continued: "You have tried your best in the World Cup. And you are still very young. I believe you will have a very bright future."
After Luke said this, Krum frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed. No one else, not even Karkaroff beside him, felt anything unusual because of Luke's slightly superior attitude.
"Okay... now it's time for us to take care of you."
With a hearty and gentle smile on his face, Dumbledore invited everyone into Hogwarts Castle as a host.
Before a group of people entered the castle, the students who were peeping suddenly dispersed.
When they entered the auditorium, they saw Hogwarts students sitting on the tables in the auditorium in an orderly manner. The four colors were intertwined. Although they lacked some order, they had a more harmonious beauty.
Fleur looked around and naturally led her sister to the empty seats near the table where Taylor, Hermione, and Luna were sitting. And along with it, you, the Beauxbatons students who followed her lead, followed closely behind.
Viktor Krum was troubled at the door. For a while, he and his companions were not sure where to sit.
However, soon after Luke sat down, Klum followed Luke and sat down. The students around him saw that there were no more empty seats at the long table, so they chose a seat nearby to sit down.
What they need is not a definite destination, there is certainly the best. If not, just a reference mark will suffice.
After sitting down, Durmstrang's classmates took off their students' fur cloaks and looked up with interest at the dark, starlit ceiling. Two of the students also picked up the golden plates and goblets and looked at them carefully, obviously very interested.
When Krum sat down, Luke could clearly feel that many people at this table were breathing heavily.
Even the usually steady Ernie McMillan was obviously a little excited. Not to mention Ron, who has always been impatient.
His face began to turn red visibly after Krum sat down. The freckles on his face are even more conspicuous because of this complexion. Harry was also very excited, but he didn't have such a strong sense of excitement about succeeding in chasing stars.
He looked at the other people around him. Except for Ron, everyone else was relatively calm. Besides, the excitement could be seen on both Malfoy and Ernie's faces. But the girls and George and Fred seemed calm. Especially Luke, there was no fluctuation at all.
George seemed to notice Harry's expression, so he winked at him, looked at Krum, then quickly looked at Luke, and then winked at Harry.
Harry understood.
Yes, Krum is very good, an outstanding, young and promising Quidditch player. But in front of Luke, that's all.
He's nowhere near as good as Luke. Even if he didn't say he was respectful in front of Luke, he would never dare to be presumptuous easily.
At first, the atmosphere was a little cold, but soon it became lively due to Fred's activity.
Krum was slightly silent, but after a brief contact, everyone knew that this was a personality issue. It's not what you call arrogance. Furong has been familiar with everyone for a long time, and there is no difficulty in integrating into her. Gabrielle, a little doll-like girl, quickly became the favorite of the girls.
While Luke was smiling and chatting with everyone, he suddenly felt a sense of voyeurism.
So he turned his head and looked around.
As a result, not only did the feeling disappear instantly, but Luke didn't even see anyone suspicious. Everyone was talking and laughing, the lights in the auditorium were bright, and the golden cups and plates were shining.
It looks like there is absolutely no soil for darkness to survive.
