Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 294 Durmstrang's Entrance

After talking with Mrs. Maxim for a while, Dumbledore let Mrs. Maxim and the other students from Beauxbatons into Hogwarts Castle so they could go in and warm up.

Meanwhile, the other students at Hogwarts, who were the hosts, had to stand outside and wait for Durmstrang's students to arrive.

Nick Flamel's greeting and Hermione's shout just now made Tyella the center of attention—

After Nicholas Flamel's body was reassembled and left in the crystal ball, wig, white dress, and metal frame, whispers immediately arose from the Gryffindor ranks, centered around Tyella.

"You actually know Nick Flamel!"

Who is Nikolai Lemaître?

"Fool! Nicholas Flamel is the greatest alchemist in the world! He's over six hundred years old and created the Philosopher's Stone!"

"What? That's amazing? Thiella, you actually know Nickleme?"

"Nicolemacht! You actually know Nicholas Lemmacht?"

Why didn't you tell us you knew Nicholas Lemay?

When did you meet Nicholas Flamel?

……

The whispers in the Gryffindor square only gradually subsided after Professor McGonagall shouted "Quiet!" three times.

They stood there, waiting, until they were shivering slightly from the cold, when just then—

“Did you hear that?” Ron suddenly asked.

A loud, strange sound drifted toward them from the darkness: a suppressed rumble and sucking sound, like a giant vacuum cleaner moving along the riverbed...

"It's in the lake!" Li Qiaodan shouted, pointing to the lake's surface. "Look at that lake!"

Standing on the slope overlooking the lawn, they could clearly see the calm, dark surface of the water—

But suddenly the water's surface was no longer calm. A disturbance arose beneath the surface in the middle of the lake, huge splashes of water rose, waves crashed against the damp shore, and then—

Right in the center of the lake, a huge whirlpool appeared, as if a giant plug had suddenly been pulled out from the bottom of the lake...

A long, dark, rod-like object slowly rose from the vortex...

“It’s a mast!” Harry said.

Slowly and majestically, the large ship rose above the water, gleaming in the moonlight.

Its appearance was bizarre, like a skeleton, as if it were the remains of a shipwreck that had just been salvaged. The portholes flickered with a dim, misty light, looking like the eyes of a ghost.

Finally, with a splash, the large ship emerged completely, bobbing on the undulating water, and began to sail towards the lake shore.

A moment later, they heard a splash as an anchor was thrown into the shallow water, followed by a snap as a plank was laid on the lake shore.

The people on the ship were disembarking, and Harry and his friends could see the silhouettes of people passing by the porthole lights.

Tiera noticed that most of them looked similar to Crabbe and Goyle—

However, as they drew closer and stepped into the light cast into the foyer along the lawn, Tierra realized that the reason they appeared so large was because they were all wearing fur cloaks with tangled, tangled fur.

However, the man who led them to the castle wore a different kind of fur: silver-white, soft and smooth, much like his hair.

"Dumbledore!" the leading man called out enthusiastically as he walked up the slope, "How are you, my dear old friend?"

"Excellent, thank you, Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied.

Karlov's voice was melodious and sweet. As he stepped into the light shining from the castle's main gate, they saw that he was as tall and thin as Dumbledore, but with short white hair and small curls at the ends of his goatee.

“My dear old friend, Hogwarts.” He looked up at the castle and said with a smile, then came up and shook hands with Dumbledore.

His teeth were yellow, and although he smiled, his eyes held no joy, remaining cold and sharp. "It's so good to be here, so good... Viktor, come here, warm up... You don't mind, do you, Dumbledore? Viktor has caught a bit of a cold..."

Karkarov gestured for one of his students to come forward.

As the boy walked past, Ron began to tremble with excitement, looking as if he were desperately trying to suppress a scream—

“I can’t believe it!” Ron said in a shocked tone. “It’s Krum, Harry! Viktor Krum!”

At this moment, Durmstrang's other students and faculty also lined up and disembarked from the large ship one by one.

Standing at the front of all the students was an old woman with a ramrod-straight back. Her silver-white hair was neatly coiled on her head, and her skin resembled dried tree bark. Her head was slightly raised, and she surveyed the Hogwarts students with a haughty and unyielding expression.

Especially when she saw Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, she gave a soft hum and then quickly looked away.

And Dumbledore—

Tyrell noticed that when the old woman appeared, Dumbledore visibly stiffened, a fleeting look of embarrassment crossing his face, but he still managed a smile and stepped forward to say—

“Miss Rosie,” Dumbledore said with a forced smile, “I had no idea you were coming.”

“Neither do I.” Lady Rosie lowered her nostrils slightly, nodded to Dumbledore, and then walked past Viktor Krum, Karkaroff, and Dumbledore into the castle.

"Humph!"

"Humph!"

As Mrs. Rosie passed by Professor McGonagall, the two of them simultaneously snorted disdainfully, then turned their heads away, seemingly no longer looking at each other.

Following behind Lady Rosie were two young and beautiful witches—

Like Mrs. Rosie, they were dressed quite lightly.

Two little witches—

They were about sixteen or seventeen years old, all with white hair. The only one who was slightly shorter had dark blue eyes. Although he was dressed appropriately, he looked a little timid, and his fingers kept twirling the ends of his hair.

And the other one—

She was extremely tall, almost as tall as Viktor Krum, and held her head high with arrogance. Her bright silver hair was neatly styled like Mrs. Rosier's, and she wore a magnificent crescent-shaped crown on her head. She wore a light blue backless dress, held a thick book with a red cover in her left hand, and leaned on a strange metal scepter in her right hand.

Tierra and Dumbledore's eyes were simultaneously drawn to the witch dressed like a princess.

Dumbledore looked at the witch with some suspicion, while Tyrell's gaze—

He was drawn to the thick, red book in her hand—

Tiera recognized that book; she had read it!

Or rather, Tierra had seen a copy of the book—

The Red Priest's Handbook

Tierra learned about the "martyrdom" ritual from this book during her summer vacation in second grade, and a copy of the book is still kept in Tierra's library.

I never expected to see the real thing here.

This match will likely be even more interesting than the original story.

(End of this chapter)