A Bunch of Boring Souls

Trene was Venice; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she grew up in the water.

Racing a boat with a witch like that is pure recklessness... You've really messed up Takumi Fujiwara's car.

We're already being lenient by not causing a fatal car crash for you.

Therefore, you must never lose your temper while driving, and especially not with female drivers. Otherwise, they'll teach you a lesson in no time.

Mocking Durmstrang is one thing... but the person still needs to be saved. Otherwise, it won't sound good if word gets out.

Tomorrow's headline in the Daily Prophet will likely be:

Shocking! Headmaster Durmstrang led his students to Hogwarts to participate in the Triwizard Tournament... and they were all wiped out, with not a single survivor!

What's the point of communicating anymore? An unbreakable friendship is gone just like that.

But unexpectedly, the biggest obstacle wasn't retrieving the ship, but... the Merpeople.

The Merpeople chieftain believed that Durmstrang's ship had damaged many Merpeople ' homes and demanded compensation.

Those Merpeople who returned to work after leaving Hogsmeade were also desperately seeking "freshness".

These are a group of strong, healthy young men, only seven or eight years old; how can we just let them go?

Dumbledore negotiated for a long time before finally persuading the Merpeople chieftain.

When Durmstrang's ship was salvaged... its original shape, which already resembled a shipwreck, became a real wreck.

The wizard on the ship, reluctant to part with the Merpeople, walked towards the shore.

They were wearing fur cloaks, the fur of which was tangled and looked soaked.

Headmaster Karkaroff, walking at the very front, wearing a silver-white cloak and soaking wet, shivered as he spoke:

"Dumbledore! My dear old friend, how have you been lately...?"

His teeth were chattering as he spoke.

"Excellent, thank you, Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied. "Would you like to warm up first?"

"Of course... these damned Merpeople..." Karkaroff's eyes darkened.

That was his favorite boat; he always sailed it when he went on long trips.

I visited Venice last time. Although it has been reduced to ruins, its shipbuilding industry is still unparalleled.

He then spent a large sum of money to hire Venice wizards to repair it.

Who would have thought that just a few months later, the ship would look like this!

Damn it!

etc...

He glanced at it casually and spotted another boat drifting on the Black Lake.

"Dumbledore, whose ship is this?" he asked immediately through gritted teeth.

This is the ship!

Suddenly it accelerated, and before it could react, it crashed headfirst into the octopus.

"My ship," Trene, standing beside William, asked. "Is there something you need?"

"What is it?" Karkaroff exclaimed excitedly. "What did you say? Pay for my ship!"

"Why should I pay?" Trene scoffed. "Did I rear-end you, or did I crash into your boat?"

"You..." Karkaroff stammered. Could he say that he had bumped into an octopus while "cutting off" another car?

"Who is this, Dumbledore?" Karkaroff turned to the headmaster, exasperated. "Why is he here?"

"Like you, I was invited to watch the game." Dumbledore smiled.

"Who invited you?!"

"I invited him, so what? Do I need Durmstrang's permission?" William asked slowly.

Karkaroff saw William, took a step back, and habitually touched his wet cloak.

Ever since witnessing the tragedy in Venice, Karkaroff has felt an unconscious fear whenever he sees William.

"Your own skills are lacking, yet you blame others?" Just then, Maxime's sarcastic remark came in a tone that was neither too harsh nor too mild.

"A bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong."

Karkaroff glared at Maxime and said angrily:

"Dumbledore, the water's too cold!"

We need to find a place to change our clothes!

"Of course." Dumbledore asked Professor Snape to lead the way.

"Viktor, come with me to change your clothes. It's so cold, and you've been in the cold water for so long." Karkaroff beckoned. "Your cold has gotten worse."

A wizard walked by, his striking hooked nose and thick, dark eyebrows drawing everyone's attention.

He seemed to have really caught a cold; he was shivering all over, wiping his nose, and his cloak was dripping wet.

The man saw William and seemed about to say something, but was pulled away by Karkaroff.

"Harry —it's Krum!" Ron jumped around in the crowd as if he were on steroids.

"Is he Durmstrang's Flying Class instructor?"

"No, he's wearing a school uniform like a student, so he must be a student too." Harry shook his head.

"What?" Ron exclaimed incredulously. "I always thought he was thirty, I never imagined he was so young!"

Harry nodded.

Krum does look very mature for his age. This is undoubtedly due to years of training and daily exposure to the elements; he wouldn't pay much attention to skincare.

Charlie was only in his early twenties, but he looked like he was in his thirties or forties. This was undoubtedly due to his constant masturbation in Romania.

The crowd walked into the Great Hall, all discussing what had just happened.

Many Hogwarts students recognized Krum and prepared to run up to him for an autograph.

"If possible, I'd like to get his autographed photo too," Ron said eagerly. "You didn't bring your quill, did you, Harry?"

Harry shook his head. He wasn't very interested in that, and instead looked toward Ravenclaw's dining table.

He discovered that Beauxbatons ' students were all sitting at Ravenclaw's table.

At that moment, he really wanted to immediately transfer to Beauxbatons!

I wonder if Professor McGonagall will agree.

At the Ravenclaw table, William was also surrounded by a group of Beauxbatons students asking for his autograph.

One daring girl even took out her lipstick and asked him to sign it on her dress.

The location was indeed a formal gown, but the girl was pointing to her chest.

Fortunately, Dumbledore rescued him, and the headmaster led a group of teachers to their seats, and the students immediately quieted down.

Following Madame Maxime, Beauxbatons ' students rose from their seats.

Even Phoebe, who was standing next to William, was no exception.

"This is a custom at Beauxbatons; students can only sit down after the principal has sat down, as a sign of respect."

Little Gabrielle whispered in William's ear to explain.

She looked around the Great Hall of Hogwarts with curiosity. It wasn't as opulent as Beauxbatons, but it was quite interesting.

Especially that ceiling.

"So, how about coming to Hogwarts?" William asked, seizing the opportunity.

Gabrielle immediately asked, "Can I come to Ravenclaw House?"

William readily agreed, "Of course, the Sorting Hat is my little brother, I'll just say hello to it."

The little girl nodded, then shook her head, and hummed twice, saying, "Why not come to Beauxbatons? You could be a professor here!"

My sister told me you were teaching Ancient Runes at Hogwarts. That school is so short-staffed, it's obviously not going to work!

William looked at Gabrielle, who was tilting her head, with a wry smile, and gently tapped her forehead with his finger.

"I'm not going to be a professor; I'll only be a university president."

With my abilities, I'd be more than qualified to be the principal at Beauxbatons.

William could become the first person in history to hold the position of principal of four schools.

The little girl rolled her eyes, too lazy to even bother talking to this scoundrel who was trying to glorify himself.

She simply tugged at William's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Where is Anne?"

William pointed in the direction of Gryffindor. She glanced up at the main table, then immediately bent over and tiptoed toward the Gryffindor table.

William and Phoebe exchanged a glance, both looking somewhat helpless.

Gabrielle is learning from Anne and will soon be ready to graduate.

Who knows what kind of trouble this pair of dark-skinned female wreaks will cause during the Triwizard Tournament!

Dumbledore stood up again, raised his hand, and the Great Hall gradually quieted down.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and—especially—distinguished guests."

Dumbledore said, smiling as he looked at the foreign students.

"I welcome you to Hogwarts with great joy. I hope and believe that you will feel comfortable and happy here."

"The Triwizard Tournament will officially begin at the end of the banquet," said Dumbledore.

"I now invite everyone to eat and drink to your heart's content, just like you're at home!"

The principal seemed to have prepared a little surprise for the new guest.

For example... a collection of classic jokes, a free selection of songs, and a school song singing segment.

Under the angry glares of all the teachers, Dumbledore wisely and sullenly remained silent.

These surprises... does nobody like them?

What a boring bunch of souls.

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