The enormous, dark creature swept across the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and was quickly illuminated by the lights from the castle windows.
The entire school saw a huge pink and blue carriage.
It was as big as a house, and twelve winged horses were pulling it into the air.
Pegasus are about the size of an elephant, and they are all golden with bright silver manes.
The light blue carriage flew lower and lower, descending at an incredibly fast speed, and the students in the first three rows hurriedly retreated.
With a loud bang, two horseshoes, each the size of a plate, landed not far in front of Vincent.
With a series of "bang bang bang" sounds, 12 golden Pegasus horses landed in unison, bringing the carriage down steadily to the ground.
The carriage's enormous wheels vibrated gently, and the Pegasus shook their huge heads, their fiery red eyes darting around.
Vincent reached out and touched the Pegasus's sturdy forelegs.
It feels warm and cozy, and the golden fur is incredibly soft to the touch.
These enormous golden pegasus are extremely rare Abraxan horse, possessing not only a beautiful appearance but also a strong physique and extraordinary power.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, some surprised, some worried, some envious, and some even gloating, he calmly withdrew his hand and stepped back.
James and Alfred quickly gave him a thumbs up.
Vincent shrugged and returned to the group as if nothing had happened.
The carriage door, bearing the coat of arms, was opened from the inside.
The emblem is the school crest of Beauxbatons, featuring two golden wands crossed in a cross shape, each wand adorned with three stars.
A boy in a light blue robe jumped off the carriage. He bent down and groped around on the carriage floor.
The golden spiral staircase opened, and he jumped back with utmost respect.
A shiny black high-heeled shoe emerged from the carriage; the shoe was as big as a child's sled.
Immediately afterwards, Madame Maxime gracefully stepped out of the carriage.
She wore a black satin coat, her hair was combed back and tied into a shimmering bun, and her neck and fingers were adorned with many gorgeous opals.
Despite her Giant height, she behaved with the grace and elegance of a noblewoman.
The students in the back row stood on tiptoe to get a better view, Dumbledore led the applause, which was followed by enthusiastic applause from everyone.
Madame Maxime smiled gracefully and appropriately.
She stretched out a bright, shiny hand and slowly walked towards Dumbledore.
In her presence, Dumbledore, this tall man, looked like a child.
He took her large hand in his and bent down to give her a proper French kiss on the back of her hand.
It looked like a kiss, but they didn't actually touch.
"Dear Madame Maxime, welcome to Hogwarts."
"Dumbledore," Madame Maxime said in a low voice, "I hope you are well."
Dumbledore smiled and nodded. "Very good, thank you."
As the two greeted each other, more than a dozen students disembarked from the carriage.
They were dressed in exquisite silk robes, both men and women, and were probably around eighteen or nineteen years old.
Some of them were shivering slightly, while others had wrapped their heads with scarves or headscarves. However, none of them were wearing cloaks, suggesting that the thin silk robes were not very warm.
Vincent and Hermione in the front row immediately recognized Gabrielle standing to the side.
The girl next to her, who was wrapped up tightly, must be Phoebe.
The Half-Veela wouldn't be afraid of the cold; she probably just didn't want to cause a disturbance.
After a few polite words between the two principals, Madame Maxime raised her large hand and waved gently behind her, saying, "My students."
Dumbledore smiled and nodded at them.
Madame Maxime also sized up the Hogwarts students.
She saw Vincent in the front row, his face beaming with joy.
Before the Triwizard Tournament was discontinued, Beauxbatons had won 62 games, while Hogwarts had won 63.
Dumbledore somewhat puzzled, but Madame Maxime cleverly changed the subject, "Has Karkaroff arrived?"
"He could come at any moment." Dumbledore glanced again at the Beauxbatons students shivering in the cold wind.
"Would you rather wait here to greet him, or go inside and warm up first?"
"Let's warm them up a bit," Madame Maxime, looking at the Abraxan horse with some difficulty. "But they..."
Dumbledore glanced confidently and calmly toward the Forbidden Forest. "Our professor who Care of Magical Creatures will be happy to take care of them."
Suddenly, as if he had noticed something, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. "He's dealing with a small mess, something that's messed up with his—well—something else he's in charge of."
Without a doubt, this troublesome little problem definitely refers to the frizzy -Blast-Ended Skrewt.
Madame Maxime looked worried. "My horses need—well—a very strong person to take good care of them; they have very strong tempers."
Dumbledore's calm and confident expression returned. "I assure you, Hagrid is perfectly capable of this job."
No matter how much trouble the Abraxan horse, it can't compare to hundreds of Blast-Ended Skrewt.
"Very well." Madame Maxime's concerns vanished, and she gave a slight bow. "Could you please tell this Hagrid that my horse only drinks single malt whisky?"
"I will," Dumbledore, bowing in return.
Madame Maxime turned to her students, her expression becoming authoritative. "Come on."
Vincent very consciously stepped aside, and the students behind him followed suit, making way for him.
Madame Maxime smiled and nodded at him as she passed by.
Phoebe and Gabrielle nodded to him and Hermione as they passed by.
We can catch up later when we enter the castle; right now, we still need to greet Durmstrang's delegation.
Seamus leaned over and whispered to Harry and Ron across Lavender and Parvati, "How big do you think Durmstrang's horse will be?"
The Abraxan horse is already the largest type of Pegasus. Besides, the three major magic schools in Europe each have their own characteristics, Durmstrang might not use Pegasus to pull a carriage.
The students stood in front of the castle until night fell, their eyes gazing expectantly at the dim sky, some of them trembling slightly with anticipation.
All around was silent, except for the breathing and stomping of the Abraxan horse.
Just as everyone's patience was wearing thin, a strange sound reached their ears.
The suppressed rumbling sound resembled the sound of a vacuum cleaner, but it was much louder, like a giant vacuum cleaner moving along the riverbed.
Vincent and Dumbledore looked toward the Black Lake.
The sound came from beneath the Black Lake; Durmstrang's delegation had finally arrived.
Ripples spread across the calm lake surface, and suddenly a huge splash erupted in the center of the lake, with waves crashing against the damp shore.
Soon, a large whirlpool appeared in the center of the lake, as if a giant plug had been pulled out from the bottom of the lake.
A long, dark pole seemed to slowly rise from the whirlpool, followed by the sails and rigging.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Durmstrang's delegation is on this ship.