Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 557 Beauxbatons

Chapter 557 Beauxbatons
What impression do Hufflepuff students have on students from the other three houses?
Selflessness, fairness, and loyalty are the labels they give to Hufflepuff students.

Even those nasty little bastards among Hufflepuffs.

They are not hated because of character issues.

It's just because they tend to follow the crowd and believe in rumors.

Just when Harry was wondering if he was judging people by their appearance, the blond Hufflepuff freshman named Zacharias rudely snatched the seat of another freshman.

This also brought Dudley's lesson to him.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Ginny asked worriedly, squeezing Harry's hand.

She didn't hear Harry's words of doubting life just now.

"Let me ask you a question. Have you ever seen a Hufflepuff student actively bully others?"

"How is that possible? Well, that Dudley counts. Before he came to Hogwarts." Ginny guessed.

"Not really. As much as I don't want to admit it, Dudley was admitted to Hufflepuff because he became a better person." Harry shook his head.

"Is that the blond guy?" Ginny pointed to the Hufflepuff table next to them.

She followed Harry's gaze and saw Dudley lecturing him.

And as Harry said, Dudley himself was not a bully at this point.

"That's him, how could someone like him be admitted to Hufflepuff!
You can tell at first glance that he isn't a good person.

After he was sorted into Hufflepuff, I thought I had mistaken him!" Harry turned his head away, determined not to look at him for the time being.

"Why would you care about a freshman?" Ginny couldn't help but be curious.

“His last name is Smith.

I finally understand why Ryan hates him."

"what?
He and Ryan should not be the same Smith.

With blond hair and Smith, there is only one possibility.

Oops, why didn’t I think of that just now!

I understand.

I can see why he was in Hufflepuff."

"why?"

"The descendants of Hufflepuff are named Smith.

They are indeed not likable.

It is said that after Hufflepuff died, their ancestors stole the golden cup that Hufflepuff himself kept in the kitchen.

They are nothing like Hufflepuff herself, with her high and mighty manners.

More like a Slytherin than a Hufflepuff," Ginny finally explained.

Harry suddenly realized.

Ron, who was standing by, couldn't wait to say, "It's time," as he did in previous years, after the Sorting Hat finished.

However, this time he did not reach for the knife and fork.

Nor did he stare at the empty golden plate in front of him.

Instead, his attention was focused on Professor Dumbledore, who suddenly stood up.

Professor Dumbledore waved his wand, and a dark sky appeared in the air.

The sound of rain and wind came from inside.

You can even smell a hint of water vapor.

"Where is that?" a Gryffindor first year asked loudly.

"Forbidden Forest!"

"Something is flying!"

"dragon?"

"It's a house!"

"Which school?"

The students around screamed in surprise at the scene in the air.

It was a gigantic creature, much larger than a broomstick—or a hundred broomsticks—and it was flying rapidly across the black sky towards the castle, gradually growing larger and larger.

It was not until the dark behemoth passed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and was illuminated by the lights from the castle windows that its appearance was revealed - a huge powder blue coach.

It was as big as a house, and was pulled into the air by twelve winged horses, all of which had silver manes and were each as big as an elephant.
Then a loud bang was heard from the screen and outside the door. The scene in the screen also shifted to outside the hallway.

It was the thumping of horse hooves, each as big as a dinner plate.

In the blink of an eye, the carriage also landed on the ground, vibrating on the huge wheels. At the same time, the golden horses shook their huge heads and their big fiery red eyes turned.

"It's Beauxbatons." Ron sighed.

But the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

Obviously, he was thinking of Furong, whom he met at Flourish and Blotts.

"You figured it out from the coat of arms.

The emblem of Beauxbatons is composed of two golden crossed wands, with three stars emerging from each wand. "Harry laughed dryly.

He also thought of the unknown French witch.

This made him feel inexplicably humble in front of Ginny.

However, it seemed that because of the rain, the door was not opened until now after the carriage stopped steadily.

A boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the carriage.

It seemed as if some magic was cast on him, and the cold rain automatically avoided his body when it fell on him.

He bent down and groped for something on the floor of the carriage.

A golden ladder appeared and automatically extended towards the foyer.

Above the ladder, a blue canopy spreads out from the ladder's handrails.

Then came a shiny black high-heeled shoe the size of a child's sled.

It stuck out from the carriage.

Then there is the owner of this high heel shoe.

There were bursts of gasps in the auditorium.

Harry and the others were well prepared.

This must be the witch Hagrid liked.

A half-giant with the same surname as the founder of Beauxbatons.

The current headmaster of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

But even so, Harry and the others couldn't help but gasp when the woman walked into the hall.

Because the face illuminated by the light in the hallway was not the fleshy face they had imagined.

On the contrary, the face was very handsome and olive-colored.

With her pair of big, black, watery eyes and pointed nose, anyone who sees her would have to praise her as an exquisite French girl.

Coupled with the shiny bun, the black satin clothes wrapped from head to toe, and the luxurious opals shining on the neck and thick fingers, the image of a traditional lady appeared in Harry's mind.

She? A hybrid giant?

Harry and the others couldn't help but feel shaken.

Ron's attention was all behind Ms. Maxime.

Because of her tall stature, Ron couldn't see the figure behind her until now.

There were about twelve or thirteen male and female students.

Their robes were made of silk, and they wore no cloaks.

Everyone was shivering slightly because of the cold weather.

Harry couldn't help but follow Ron's gaze and look at those students.

But—he didn't seem to see a figure that fit the image of the French witch.

Harry guessed that she was one of several students who had wrapped their heads with scarves or turbans.

While Harry was thinking, the students had already filed in following Madame Maxime.

They were divided into two columns.