At the entrance, Igor Karkaroff couldn't help adjusting his fur hat.
He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
Candlelight rivaled the sun; everything glittered with gold!
The dining hall contained four long tables, set with gleaming golden plates and crystal goblets, and packed with people.
Countless candles floated overhead, illuminating an endless starry sky.
This was the grandeur of Hogwarts, a school of magic!
"Igor, I'm delighted you could come to the ball."
Dumbledore spotted Karkaroff near the entrance and warmly went over to greet him.
Karkaroff managed a strained smile and spoke.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, your school has truly opened my eyes."
"Haha."
Dumbledore laughed heartily, his beard bobbing.
His red-and-green robes made him look like a walking Christmas tree.
"Headmaster Karkaroff."
Just then, Madame Maxime, headmistress of another school of magic, arrived, her long train trailing behind her.
"Good evening, Madam."
Karkaroff nodded in greeting.
The reporters who had been invited looked over and suggested, "How about the headmasters and their respective Champions standing together for a photo? Hey, where are those 'Champions'? Go find tonight's stars!"
"That sounds like a good idea."
Dumbledore stroked his beard and called out to the crowd behind him without the slightest hesitation.
"Klein! Klein, where are you? Come take a photo!"
Karkaroff and Maxime felt awkward about doing the same, so they simply asked students they knew to find Pheobe and Krum.
A few minutes later, Klein arrived, and the reporters' eyes lit up.
What a handsome young man!
His white satin shirt and sleek black jacket perfectly set off his tall, graceful figure.
It wasn't traditional attire, but it was still dignified, with an added youthful energy.
Compared with the deep-red traditional wizarding robes Krum wore, Klein's outfit was clearly more to the media's liking—he got the most