People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 229 Performance in the Auditorium
"Bucky," Hermione murmured, resting her chin on her hand and looking out the window.

Her mind was so focused on that man that she had no intention of reminding Harry to write to Dumbledore or Sirius about the scar and the dream.

Harry didn't care about the scar on his head which was aching again for some reason.

Where did it hurt? Was it because Ginny's hands weren't warm enough? Or was it because her body wasn't soft enough?
Only Ron was sitting near the entrance of the carriage, looking out the window, eagerly waiting for the saleswoman and her cart full of snacks to appear.

After being interrupted by Draco, he no longer had the leisure to read the newspaper.

But Bagel, who was supposed to take the train and go to Hogwarts with them, was not in this world at the moment.

To be precise, not in the material universe.

It was a giant whale-like creature with green mountains and clear waters as its skin, swimming in the ocean of human subconsciousness, just like the giant beast in the sky among the warriors in the offline city.

During the period of waiting for the school to start, in addition to communicating with Hermione, as a student of Castellobus, I also negotiated with the Hogwarts Headmaster Dumbledore through letters.

In the blue ocean of dreams where no one has ever touched, he opened up new territories and combined the concepts of the giant whale of the Pillar of Water and the dream owl to create this celestial life form that he named [Behemoth].

Since the birth of mankind, the spiritual treasures accumulated for 600 million years have been consumed in the creation of the Dream Sea, and the remnants are also extremely huge.

With the remaining treasures as nourishment, Behemoth's body expanded and developed so rapidly that in just two or three days, it grew from a palm-sized egg to its current appearance - an active celestial body with a surface area of ​​105.37 million square meters.

The pillar of the dream sea.

However, the reason why the spiritual energy was so huge was that he could only digest it through the pillars of creation.

Bagir believed that this was because the extraordinary energy named magic of wizards and other intelligent magical creatures in this world was hidden in their brains.

Even the dreams of the Muggles in this world are more valuable than the witches in the American horror world where dreams are most valuable in the world spread by the Bajir Dream Sea.

The top of a tall tower that seems to be made of white jade and reaches into the sky is located on the head of [Behemoth].

Bagir sat on the windowsill, with the endless sea of ​​clouds just within reach at his legs.

Looking at the thin film above his head that blocked off the sea of ​​dreams, and the twinkling stars that were also within reach, the vast spiritual universe made him feel as if he was in another world.

He thought that the greatest gain from coming to this world was Voldemort's memory.

But after spreading the concept of the dream sea as usual, he possessed all that he had worked hard for a hundred years to create.

"The world is indeed a miracle." Bajir raised his glass.

With a thought, the star of a wine connoisseur flickers, and the extremely fragrant and delicious wine that only exists in dreams flows into the glass.

The historical magic that could materialize [treasures] from stories has changed beyond all recognition.

Even Anemon from the Good Demon Law School could not recognize its original appearance when he saw it.

Sniffing the fragrance and shaking the wine that seemed to have a galaxy flowing through it, Bagir was ready to drink it all, and once again fell into a long dream and a sea of ​​dreams, dragging the vast world's [Behemoth] under him to sleep with him -

"Woo~woo~"

A long and vast cry sounded in my ears.

A little elf that looked like Kurumi Tokisaki, the size of a palm, with clocks in its eyes blew the conch in its mouth.

"Kyousan, is it time?"

The elf in the silver bikini fluttered her translucent wings, stood with her hands on her hips and chest out, looking very proud.

She is the embodiment of the wizards' research on time in this world.

The same as the wine in Bagir's hand.

It's just that her existence is forever.

While serving as a pet, he also serves as Bagir's clock in the Dream Sea because of his precise control of time.

"It's a pity you can't speak yet."

Basil rubbed Kurumi's little head.

In order to ensure her stable spiritual growth, Bajir did not directly give her more complex things such as language, except for common sense, daily life and self-protection magic.

"Woo wow, woo wow!" The little cutie rubbed Basil's fingertips.

"Okay, it's time for me to set off."

The wine in his hand disappeared with the glass, and his loose white pajamas were replaced with the shirt, tie, sweater and wizard robe he wore at Hogwarts in the movie.

As for the suitcases, he had already sent them to the train.

They were all distributed by the house-elves and sent to their respective dormitories.

As for international students like him who have not yet determined their college dormitories, as well as first-year students, they will be assigned one by one after the list of colleges is released.

"Be obedient at home and study hard. If you have any questions, go to Sisyphus (the tower spirit of this tower, responsible for coordinating the tower and everything within a radius of fifty miles, and can also communicate with him in reality)."

Kuang San nodded impatiently, her eyes rolling around, and I don't know what bad idea she was thinking of.

After Bagel's figure disappeared, she snapped her fingers and changed into the same pajamas as Bagel, and appeared in a flash on the small sofa that was made to fit her body shape.

He turned his face to the side, bit the straw, and squinted his eyes.

Bajir already knew that Kurumi wouldn't study well.

But she doesn't have to go to work, and her conditioned body won't make her fat, so what's wrong with sleeping when she's tired of playing?

He just said that as a Chinese parent is used to.

"We're here." Bagir stepped out of the air.

In front of me is a spacious office.

It was paneled all around and filled with dark wooden chairs.

This is the Hogwarts staff room.

The place Dumbledore had prepared for him.

Unlike the novels, students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrive at the beginning of the term.

Many students, including Harry, saw the carriage flying in the sky and the ghost ship like the Flying Dutchman emerging from the water in the corridor. Hagrid, as a ground crew member, was almost scratched by the carriage.

The reason why they did not appear before the Sorting Ceremony was that they were preparing for the performance that would occur after they appeared.

The magic schools in this world are particularly eager to show off, and they have to perform when they appear on stage.

As a student from a different school, Bagir was also not immune to this.

Time was also allocated for performances.

After Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

This room is specially prepared for him to use as a lounge before the performance.

A one-time furnace door was also specially opened, named 'Son of the Jungle'.

"Child of the Jungle." Basil walked to the fireplace and sprinkled Floo powder.

The flame turned green and the furnace door was activated and used up.

ten minutes later.

squeak~
The door opened.

Filch ran towards him with his legs raised high, carrying a glass of pumpkin juice.

Bajir's pupils trembled. Damn! He ran like this with a drink in his hand?

"Hello, you must be Badger Granger."

"I'm Filch," the old man who felt like he was about to die suddenly put down the pumpkin juice and took out a mirror from his arms. "Dumbledore asked me to give this to you. You can see the Great Hall from inside."

"You can leave once Durmstrang is seated."

"I remember the spell was..." He rubbed his hands, his low voice unable to conceal his excitement, "Open Sesame!"

As the words fell, everything in the Great Hall and the sound of Dumbledore's speech emerged from it.

Filch almost cried when the images and sounds appeared.

"Dumbledore is so kind-hearted that he made a voice-activated alchemical tool that can be used by Muggle Squibs." Basil was a little surprised.

Then, 0 and 1 flashed in his eyes.

[Eyes of the Cave] is activated.

'Just reserved the magic, no transformation. Interesting trick.'

'If the Killing Curse is programmed into a wand, a Muggle can use it to kill someone, provided the spell is pronounced correctly.'

"I'm leaving now." Filch turned his back and wiped his tears.

Then he raised his legs high, ran out and closed the door.

Seeing this funny running movement, Bagir's rare feeling of being touched disappeared instantly.

"Watch a movie, watch a movie." Bagir straightened the mirror.

I have to say, this really feels like watching a movie.

Michael Gambon plays the grumpy version of Dumbledore, speaking eloquently at the podium.

"What the hell? Forget the podium."

'And the speech? Albus Dumbledore needs to read a script before he speaks?'

'These sleeves are too narrow. How can I hide my wand in them?'

"The sleeves are big enough to hide potion bottles and wands!"

Baqir was instantly distracted by everything inside.

Born and raised in the world of the novel version of Harry, as Dumbledore's brother-in-law and the de facto owner of Hogwarts, he really can't suppress the urge to complain.

Fortunately, the speech soon came to an end.

"Now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmaster, Maxime."

The smile that Bagir had just revealed froze again.

The Beauxbatons female students who were walking towards them would have dazed looks in their eyes and make "hmm~" and "hmm~" sounds that made people dream and ecstasy every few steps, and would bend their knees and stretch out their hands.

He just wanted to dig out a five-bedroom apartment by tapping his toes into the ground.

The girls then jogged again and stopped in front of the podium.

She didn't scream this time, but her eyes were still sharp. She spread her hands and shook her body seductively, shaking off a large group of silver-blue butterflies created by magic.

Paired with their blue one-piece knee-length skirt, it looks awkward yet a little elegant.

However, I really can't appreciate the pairing of bare legs, black stockings and silver high heels with this look.

Then tall Madame Maxime came out—

As Furong's boyfriend, he had personally come into contact with this beautiful and tall lady.

It was hard to accept that the elegant black wrought iron dress, with its shining opals adorning its body, would be transformed into a coat of fur.

The shiny hair was combed back and tied into a bun at the base of the neck, turning into a Willy Wonka-style hairstyle.

The pretty olive face, the big black watery eyes, and the pointed nose all looked wrinkled, just like Neville's grandmother.

But the most ridiculous one is Furong.

She appeared from behind Madame Maxime, spinning in circles, accompanied by a girl in a gymnastics outfit who was doing forward handsprings.

Where did the art school come from?

Bajir couldn't help but cover his eyes. She was indeed beautiful, but if he said she was Furong, he really couldn't accept it.

He forced himself to comfort himself, "This is the movie version, the setting of Veela blood was eaten up. Beauxbatons has become a girls' school, so it's nothing for Fleur to be ordinary."

"Dumbledore! Is this really the greatest white wizard running around? Isn't this a little old man who fell in love with someone from nowhere?"

"Grindelwald would be so disappointed he'd want to kill someone if he saw this!"

'Wake up! You are not heterosexual!'

Basil forced his attention to the students at the long table, "Huh? Harry is not as fascinated as in the movie. He keeps talking to Ginny. Hey! There are so many people around. Hey, stop touching Harry. He's almost bald!"

I feel a little better now.

But he also knew what was going to happen next.

"Welcome the proud students from Durmstrang and their headmaster Igor Karkaroff!" Dumbledore's voice fell in the mirror.

The mirror's image shifted to the auditorium door.

'The next to appear is the Bulgarian branch of Shaolin Temple, a men's acrobatic troupe from the north.'

Bagir complained in his heart.

Strong men, all of them with almost bald heads, wearing tight hoodless sweatshirts, long black leather boots, and carrying crutches in their hands, walked into the auditorium one after another.

They tapped the ground rhythmically every few steps.

They all struck sparks.

The professors were bewildered.

The real reason why Grindelwald dropped out of school seems to have been found.

Then the leader put down his crutches, and the people behind him took them and rushed to the podium with the posture and speed of a 100-meter sprint.

The leader and the one behind him started hip-hop dancing and rolled on the ground.

The two people next to him held their crutches and practiced stick techniques.

A real martial arts academy, right?

Then, like Fleur, Krum made his final appearance.

His style was different, he wore a Bald Qiang wool hat and a fur coat, and walked in like a model on the catwalk.

Karkaroff behind him looked like a follower.

As they approached the podium, the four Durmstrang students who were performing in front of the stage drew their wands.

He puffed up his cheeks and blew on the flames coming out of the stick.

The flames instantly burned fiercely, and after passing around the body, they turned into a firebird spreading its wings and ready to fly.

Karkaroff and Dumbledore hugged each other like old friends.

"Where did Beauxbatons Girls' Art School, Durmstrang Boys' Sports School, and Hogwarts High School come from?"

"Finally, it's finally my turn to perform."

Baqir stood up.

At this time, he was not fighting alone.

He represents Castellobushe, the Hogwarts of another world.
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"Why haven't we started eating yet?" Ron, tempted by his appetite and forgetting how obsessed he was with Krum, held his knife and fork.

"Hermione, is what you said true? There are only three schools in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Then why does Dumbledore seem to have something to say?"

"Triwizard Tournament, three!" Hermione's face was gloomy. All the excitement had nothing to do with her.

Just like the gloomy sky and heavy rain on the magical ceiling.

Ron shuddered with fear.

Then Dumbledore's voice came to my ears.

“Welcome to the international student from Kastrophobia – Bajir Granger!”

"Granger?!"x99
The students all looked at Hermione.

Hermione stood up, her eyes shining, "Bucky!"

But soon, everyone's attention shifted again.

"What's that?" Ron gasped.

A hint of green suddenly appeared on the ceiling covered by dark clouds.

"Devil's Snare!" Harry was reminded of his first year and hugged Ginny tightly.

"No, the Devil's Snare is afraid of light!" Even though her mind was completely occupied by Basil, Hermione still replied subconsciously.

The green gradually spread, it curled and spread, snake-like tendrils, and vines soon covered the ceiling and walls.

Then a bulge appeared above the podium.

Vines hang down, connecting the floors.

The intact floorboards that were struck broke apart, forming a root-like aggregate of branches.

The vines on the ceiling move towards the polymer.
Eventually a huge laurel tree appeared in its place.

A blond boy walked out from the tree trunk.

He was tall and majestic, looking around in a heroic manner.

The metal wand slid out from his sleeve, and fluorescent blue waves spread out.

The laurels collapsed like a curtain of water being lifted, and he was surrounded by starlight, making his already godlike majesty even more fascinating.

(End of this chapter)