"Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, ghosts, and-especially-our guests who have traveled so far." Dumbledore clasped his hands in front of him and smiled at the students.
The moment Dumbledore spoke, the entire Great Hall fell silent. Everyone watched Professor Dumbledore, who stood in front of the dais.
"It is with great joy that I welcome you to Hogwarts. I hope, and believe, that you will find your stay here comfortable and pleasant."
When Dumbledore said the word "comfortable," a distinct sneer sounded from the Ravenclaw Table. It could only be called a sneer because the sarcasm in her voice was so unmistakable.
That sarcastic laugh made most of the young Hogwarts wizards glare angrily in her direction.
The young witch's entire head was wrapped tightly in a scarf, obscuring her face.
"Ahem." Madame Maxime coughed softly on the dais. The young witch seemed to realize that she had provoked everyone's anger, and she lowered her head without another word. Her companion leaned down and said something to her.
Dumbledore was broad-minded and magnanimous, showing no anger at all. He continued smiling at everyone, like an old, old man who had seen through the ways of the world and took nothing to heart.
"Our long journey must have left our honored guests famished. In that case, I now invite everyone to eat and drink to your heart's content, and make yourselves at home."
"The Triwizard Tournament will officially begin at the end of the feast!"
As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, the plates in front of everyone rapidly filled with food. Several dishes were clearly foreign.
"Fish stew!" Morn said, pointing at a dish that looked like various kinds of fish stewed together. "It's a French dish, made by stewing the meat of several kinds of fish together, mainly a fish called