Although it's not quite what was advertised, Gu Gu is still the cute and charming Gu Gu.
This applies only to Gabrielle.
"So heavy..." She had to use almost all her strength to finally lift Gu Gu up.
There isn't another owl of this caliber in the entire Wizarding World.
Lay out a picnic blanket, set out some delicate snacks, and brew a pot of black tea—and a leisurely and pleasant time begins.
It would be even better if Gabrielle hadn't secretly taken the snacks and had instead secretly fed Gu Gu.
What could Vincent do but pretend he hadn't seen anything?
"Malfoy has been particularly arrogant these past few days. Whenever he has free time, he takes his underlings and wanders around the common room like he's patrolling his territory."
As Daphne spoke, she raised her chin high in a particularly vivid gesture.
After saying that, she stared at Vincent with a resentful look.
"Uh... why are you looking at me like that?"
Daphne gave a knowing smile, clearly knowing how Draco had been chosen by the Goblet of Fire.
Everyone knows that Vincent really doesn't want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, and he wouldn't put Harry in danger, so choosing Draco as a scapegoat is undoubtedly more reasonable.
Vincent, feeling a little guilty, picked up his teacup and took a small sip. "Alright, I'll give him a more intensive training session this afternoon. He won't be able to keep up until tomorrow."
Daphne withdrew her gaze contentedly and pulled Hermione and the Delacour sisters aside to chat about the girls' private matters.
"Miss Delacour, you really don't need to keep your face covered. We recognized you as soon as we saw you."
"Really? Miss Greengrass, just call me Phoebe. I always thought no one would recognize me."
"Then you can call me Daphne too. Actually, you'll be more noticeable if you cover your face."
"I see... Daphne, I was worried that it would affect your classes."
"Don't worry, Phoebe, minor incidents like the one that just happened in class are quite common."
Strictly speaking, anything can happen in Hogwarts classrooms.
For example, Dungbombs suddenly thrown at you in Charms class, or a cauldron that inexplicably explodes in Potions Class, or an empty History of Magic class.
The Delacour sisters listened to Daphne's example with astonishment.
If these situations occurred in Beauxbatons' classroom, those students would have been expelled long ago, and it wouldn't matter even if they were heirs of the oldest Pure-blood Wizard families.
Hermione and Daphne turned to look at Vincent, who was doing nothing.
"What if it were him?"
Phoebe frowned. "He would probably be expelled the same way. Our school values students' personal conduct more, so students who violate school rules are considered a disgrace to the school."
In terms of following the rules, Beauxbatons' students are no less disciplined than those of the Magic Institute.
The girls quickly shifted their conversation to clothing matching.
Bored with listening to T-shirts, shirts, sweaters, tank tops, and knitwear, Vincent started playing Gwent using his Magical Communicator.
In a match against the AI, I won all ten games.
As he played, he realized it was already noon.
He watched the four girls chatting enthusiastically, then silently opened his contacts and sent a text message to George and the others.
"A small gathering in the Forbidden Forest."
"Coming right away!"
A few minutes later, my friends arrived, bringing a whole bunch of ingredients.
Gabrielle stared longingly at Phoebe, who nodded without any hesitation, deciding to stay a little longer.
Meanwhile, Madame Maxime returned.
She did not return alone; she entered the castle with a tall, thin, and remarkably gentle-looking middle-aged human wizard, and went to the Headmaster's Office in the tower.
Dumbledore knew they were coming and came to the corridor ahead of time to greet them. "Good afternoon, Madame Maxime and Merovingian."
Merovingian wore a gentle smile. "Dumbledore, I didn't expect we'd meet again so soon."
"Yes," Dumbledore smiled at Madame Maxime. "Two of the three great wandmakers of Europe have arrived. I am confident that the wand testing ceremony that follows will proceed smoothly."
"I hope so." Madame Maxime's expression was somewhat complicated.
Without fully understanding why the Black Cloaked You-Know-Who insisted that Harry participate in the Triwizard Tournament as Champion, every aspect of the competition needed to be absolutely flawless.
Therefore, she made a special trip back to France to invite Merovingian over.
But she now had a strong premonition that Karkaroff might do what she did, going to great lengths to invite the last remaining wand-making master to join the Champion's wand-testing ceremony.
With the three greatest rod makers in Europe gathered, it's anyone's guess what will happen.
Colleagues are often rivals; academic discussions are fine, but if they start arguing...
Madame Maxime dared not think any further. She looked at Dumbledore, who was chatting amiably with Merovingian, and said, "Excuse me, Professor Dumbledore, haven't your two directors of the Ministry of Magic arrived yet?"
"We should hurry—" Dumbledore paused, "They're here, we should go down and get ready."
The three left the Headmaster's Office and went down to the first floor, entering the corridor leading to the Entrance Hall.
However, their destination was not the Great Hall, nor the room behind the staff table, but a smaller classroom.
Bagman and Barty Crouch were already inside, along with Garrick Ollivander, the Britain wand maker.
When Ollivander saw Merovingian, who was his equal, his previously cloudy silver-white eyes instantly lit up with a sharp light.
"Master Merovingian".
"Master Ollivander".
The two wand-making masters locked eyes, seemingly sparking a fierce exchange.
"Mr. Ollivander, your improvements to the materials of the staff wood and core are truly amazing. Unicorn Hair, Phoenix Feather and Dragon Heartstring are all materials with powerful magic. Your ability to perfectly match them with different staff woods is enough to demonstrate your superb skills."
"Merovingian, I am amazed by your improvements to the traditional wand-making process. Every wand you make is as beautiful as a work of art. I even have a few of your pieces in my collection."
After a round of mutual flattery, the two seemed to spark an even more intense chemistry.
Just as the second wave was about to begin, Karkaroff's hearty laughter came from outside.
"Hahaha—so everyone's here!"
Accompanying him in was an old wizard with white hair, but who was in remarkably good spirits.
Ollivander and Merovingian looked at the old wizard with seemingly connected gazes.
It was him, Gregorovitch, the Germany wand-making master who was as famous as the two of them.
Dumbledore didn't know Gregorovitch, but he could guess the general idea from the reactions of the other two wand-making masters.
With the three most notorious wand makers from Europe gathered at Hogwarts, the upcoming wand testing ceremony is practically a done deal.