Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 299 Girlfriend or Krum?
“I don’t even want to think about what the school grounds would have looked like if Hagrid hadn’t kept the Bombtails under control…” Hermione said worriedly.

“Very good,” Madam Maxime said to Dumbledore. “Could you remind the professor that these horses only drink single malt whisky?”

"No wonder those unicorns love drinking so much," Cohen said angrily. "It's a racial vice—"

“I will take care of it.” Dumbledore bowed to Madam Maxim.

She led her students into the castle, leaving the horses and the Hogwarts people to wait for Durmstrang.

After some time, many students began to complain in hushed tones, because it was still very quiet all around, and there was not a trace of Durmstrang.

Until one moment—a deep, suppressed rumble came from across the Black Lake.

"In the lake!" someone shouted.

The castle was situated at a higher elevation than the surrounding area, giving them a direct view of the Black Lake.

The once calm lake suddenly began to stir, with huge splashes of water rising from the surface.

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

A long mast slowly rose from the center of the whirlpool, followed by the sails hanging on it, and finally, a huge, gray, ghostly ship emerged completely.

It was driving smoothly until one moment, when it suddenly accelerated wildly.

"It's not going to sail right up to the castle gates, is it?!" Harry looked in horror at the giant ship that looked like it was about to run them over.

"No."

Cohen understood why Durmstrang's ship suddenly accelerated.

"Their engine or something must have disturbed the giant squid, which is chasing the ship."

It's hard to ignore the gleaming creature with fifty points of soul strength at the stern, and it's also hard not to notice the tentacles that lashed the stern twice with a hint of morning grumpiness.

In Azur Lane, it's mostly some kind of lewd tentacle doujinshi.

A few seconds later, the ship came ashore—literally ashore.

The bottom of its boat scraped a deep mud mark into the lawn of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore's usually easygoing expression now looked somewhat stiff.

The people on the boat are getting off the boat, or rather, disembarking.

Their shadows looked huge, and only when you got closer did you realize that what made them look so enormous was not their size, but their thick fur cloaks.

The leader was an old man wearing a silver-white fur cloak, tall and thin, with curled ends to his goatee.

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

“Fear, I smell fear,” Cohen said ominously.

"Why would he be afraid of Dumbledore?" Harry asked curiously.

“Karkaroff is a Death Eater,” Ron said in a low voice. “I’ve heard it from my father. Now it seems none of Durmstrang’s students are good people—”

Ron suddenly stopped talking.

Because Karkaroff kindly took one of his students and introduced him to Dumbledore.

“Krum!” Ron exclaimed, his earlier disgust vanishing, replaced by shock. “I can’t believe it—it’s Krum! Cohen, Harry, that’s Viktor Krum!” “You should change your name to Ochumelov from now on,” Cohen said, his lips twitching.

"Who is Ochumelov?" Harry asked curiously. "It sounds like a Russian name."

“He’s a character from a Russian novel,” Hermione said. “My dad used to buy me a collection of Chekhov’s stories—but that’s not the point, Ron, you don’t need to get so worked up. He’s just a Quidditch player.”

“What do you mean ‘he’s just a Quidditch player’?” Ron stared at her blankly. “Hermione, he’s the best Seeker in the world! I can’t believe he’s still in school—”

"Do you want a girlfriend or Krum?" Cohen asked.

“It has to be Krum,” Ron said without hesitation. “I can’t believe I didn’t bring a quill pen—Cohen, do you have one in your magic pocket? He can sign my clothes…”

“This is ridiculous,” Hermione said, frowning—several girls around her had already started arguing over a lipstick.

“No, my magic pocket only contains canned emotions and a bunch of yarn,” Cohen said. “If you really need an autograph, I can kidnap him for you.”

"really?"

Ron took a deep breath.

“Calm down, Ron!” Harry restrained the restless Ron. “And you, Cohen, stop encouraging Ron to do anything terrible…”

As they entered the Great Hall with the Durmstrang students, a large group of Hogwarts students jumped around the Durmstrang students trying to get a glimpse of Krum.

Dumbledore always had a carefree, smiling expression, while Professor McGonagall's lips were pursed into a thin line.

When Cohen and the others sat back down at the Gryffindor table, Ron deliberately chose a spot facing the door—so that Krum and his Durmstrang alumni would still be choosing their seats.

"Has he always been like this?" Cohen asked Harry, somewhat reluctant to admit that Ron was in the same house as him. "Or is he actually being controlled by some strange person using the Imperius Curse?"

“Here! Come sit here!” Ron wanted to shout but was too embarrassed, so he called out in a low, hoarse voice towards Krum, “Here! — Hermione, move aside, make some space —”

"What?" Hermione's face turned pale.

“Oh dear, it’s too late,” Ron said disappointedly, because Krum had gone to sit at the Slytherin table. “Wait a minute—he’s looking this way—”

This time it wasn't Ron's hallucination.

Krum really did look in their direction for a long time, but not at Ron, whose face was flushed red; he was looking at Harry and Korn.

Then, Krum leaned over to Malfoy and asked him a few questions, and Malfoy also leaned closer to whisper a few words to him.

“Ah, that’s right,” Ron said scathingly. “Malfoy is sucking up to him, and I bet Krum saw right through him… I dare say Krum has people fawning over him and flattering him wherever he goes… So, where do you think they’ll sleep? We can clear out our dorms, I can sleep on a cot…”

“If they dare to come into the dorm, I’ll sleep with the basilisk tonight,” Cohen refused. “I won’t let that kind of strange, old, and sexually ambiguous big man into the dorm.”

"Don't be such a spoilsport," Ron said reproachfully. "He's Krum!"

"Humph."

Hermione snorted.

“They seem quite happy,” Harry said, comparing the students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. “The Beauxbatons students seem to dislike the environment at Hogwarts…”

“That’s how the French are,” Cohen said. “I imagine their schools would be decorated very luxuriously—like the Louvre.”

(End of this chapter)