The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"But before the competition begins, please enjoy the dinner we have prepared. You will like it."

As she gracefully took her seat, a dazzling array of steaming hot delicacies immediately appeared on the long table in front of Scott and his companions—

In addition to the French dishes that represent the host, there are also some British dishes and other dishes prepared for the guests.

But Scott and his team didn't even glance at the British food.

They already eat enough normally.

Even if it's just for novelty, they are more willing to try foreign dishes that are not usually seen.

During the meal, a female student with long, flowing silver hair walked over slowly.

“Lucio,” her voice tinged with displeasure, “you always like to act on your own. Aren’t you afraid of upsetting Mrs. Maxime?”

Her appearance was like a ray of light—

A light even brighter than the crystal chandeliers overhead and the fairies themselves drew everyone's attention.

The girl had long, cascading silver hair that, like a ray of bright moonlight, reached all the way to her waist. In addition, she had a pair of large, bright blue eyes and a set of clean, even teeth.

nice.

The moment people see her, no other word comes to mind besides "beautiful".

It's a visual impact brought about by pure beauty, which has nothing to do with temperament, speech, or inner qualities.

It's simply beauty.

Scott blinked, quickly regaining his senses.

He already knew who the visitor was.

He ignored Roger, who was staring at people like a madman, and secretly nudged Fred with his foot.

What are you looking at? That's your sister-in-law!

The moment Fred came to his senses, he quickly looked at Angelina across from him.

Unfortunately, Angelina had already seen everything he had just done, and now she just rolled her eyes at him.

“Mrs. Maxim won’t be angry with me, Fleur,” Lucio said, looking up with an air of self-righteousness.

“You can’t do whatever you want just because the professors like you.” Fleur glared at Lucio. “According to the agreement, you should always be by Mrs. Maxim’s side greeting guests, not…”

Lucio shrugged, dismissively interrupting her, "Alright, it's all over now. Mrs. Maxim didn't say anything, so it's not your place to lecture me."

"It seems I've been meddling in other people's business."

Furong's expression changed slightly, she snorted coldly, and turned to leave.

Throughout the entire process, she acted extremely arrogantly, not giving anyone except Lucio a single glance.

Even with many boys staring at her intently, she remained unmoved.

After she left, Lucio said to Scott, "Oh, that's Fleur Delacour in seventh grade, Mrs. Maxim's favorite student at Beauxbatons. Anyway, don't take her words to heart."

Scott shook his head, indicating that he didn't care.

“Hibiscus Delacour?” Roger murmured the name, gazing longingly at the beautiful figure as she walked away. “Oh, indeed, it was absolutely the right thing for me to work so hard to come to Beauxbatons!”

Lucio shook his head. "You like her? I advise you not to act rashly."

"Why do you say that?" Roger asked.

Clearly, he is quite confident in himself.

Lucio said, "There are too many boys who like Fleur, you know what I mean? She has countless admirers, including many outstanding ones. She's used to being adored, which means that no amount of advances can sway her."

He shrugged as he said this.

“I suspect that maybe one day she will take the initiative to pursue a boy. But until then, she will not accept any guy who takes the initiative to pursue her.”

The students from Beauxbatons around him nodded in agreement with his words.

I think so too.

"Lucio is right!"

"It's been seven years, and no one has been able to pluck Delacour, the most beautiful flower in Beauxbatons."

"You'd better give up, you guy from Hogwarts."

They were all making hurtful remarks about Roger.

But Roger seemed determined not to believe it.

"Then please watch and see." He smiled confidently.

Scott glanced at him but didn't say anything.

He didn't actually think highly of Roger either.

In the original story's three-way battle for supremacy, Roger was actually Fleur's dance partner.

In the end, he still couldn't win over that arrogant girl.

He was just waiting to see this guy make a fool of himself.

Chapter 460 The Triwizard Tournament and the Goblet of Fire

In the excessively luxurious banquet hall of Beauxbatons, after everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Mrs. Maxim, who was sitting in the main seat, stood up again.

As if by conditioned reflex, the once bustling banquet hall suddenly fell silent.

Scott and his companions, adopting a "when in Rome, do as the Romans do" attitude, kept quiet.

Almost the instant Madame Maxim stood up, all the tableware and leftovers on the tables in the banquet hall vanished, replaced by bunches of brightly colored irises.

The refreshing floral fragrance instantly filled everyone's senses, replacing the smell of leftover food.

"I think the most attention right now is not on me, but on the upcoming three-way battle for supremacy."

Mrs. Maxim said with a smile.

If this were at Hogwarts, and it were Dumbledore speaking, the students would probably have already cheered.

But at this moment, the students and teachers of Beauxbatons remained silent, only watching Mrs. Maxim speaking intently.

The 25 Hogwarts students who came to visit, including Scott, all refrained from speaking.

"First of all, I would like to thank you and introduce the two gentlemen to everyone."

Mrs. Maxim gestured.

"Director of the International Magical Cooperation Department, French Ministry of Magic, Mr. Lefebvre!"

A middle-aged man in a suit sitting next to Dumbledore stood up to signal.

His brown hair was combed back neatly, styled with hairspray, and he had a slightly curled mustache on his upper lip, making him look very sophisticated.

"French Ministry of Magic, Department of Sports and Physical Education, Director, Mr. Jolly!"

Mr. Jolly, who was sitting next to Mr. Lefebler, also stood up and waved.

He looked younger, dressed much more casually, with short hair slicked back to his scalp, a strong physique, and a bright, energetic smile.

"Over the past period, the preparations for the Triwizard Tournament in Beauxbatons have been made possible by the guidance and assistance of Mr. Lefieble and Mr. Joley."

Led by Mrs. Maxim, polite but not enthusiastic applause filled the banquet hall.

After the applause subsided, the two officials sat down again.

Mrs. Maxime continued, "During the upcoming competition, the two of them will also join me, Professor Dumbledore, and Professor Hartman as a judging panel to score the warriors' performances."

When she mentioned "warriors," the students listened even more attentively.

"What I want to tell you is that the specific events of the Warriors' competition this year have been carefully reviewed repeatedly. Our preparations have been completed perfectly."

“We made many necessary arrangements for each project.”

"The Triwizard Tournament consists of three events, held at different times throughout the school year, which will give the warriors a comprehensive test."

"These tests include magical talent, courage, reasoning ability, and the ability to overcome danger."

At this point, Mrs. Maxim drew her wand.

"Everyone knows that we will select three warriors who will represent their respective schools to compete for honor."

"The judges will score the Warriors' performance in each round of the competition, and the Warriors with the highest total score will win the championship."

She tapped her wand lightly.

"Now, let us invite the [Goblet of Fire], which is responsible for selecting our warriors!"

As everyone stared at each other in bewilderment, a sudden noise came from the ground directly in front of Mrs. Maxim.

Suddenly, the marble floor cracked open, revealing a square hole. Then, a pure white square stone platform slowly rose up.

This stone platform is about two meters long and wide, and about half a meter high. There are several stone steps on the left, right and front sides for people to walk up.

Above the stone platform, in the center, sits an ornate wooden box inlaid with gemstones, and on top of the box is a large, rough-looking wooden goblet.

The cup itself was unremarkable, but it was filled with dancing blue and white flames.

“Note that every student who wants to run for Warrior must write his or her school’s name on a piece of parchment and drop it into this goblet.”

Mrs. Maxim spoke in a low voice.

"You can register within 24 hours. Tomorrow night, the [Goblet of Fire] will select three names that it believes best represent the three schools!"

"From now on, the [Goblet of Fire] will remain here."

At that moment, everyone's eyes were focused on that rough and ugly cup.

"Of course, please don't forget our rules: warriors must be at least seventeen years old."

Mrs. Maxim added.

“We made some preparations, setting up insurmountable barriers between underage students and the Goblet of Fire.”

As she said this, her face was full of pride.

"The stone platform on which the Goblet of Fire is placed is an alchemical artifact, created by several alchemists in Beauxbatons. Its sole purpose is to prevent young wizards under the age of seventeen from climbing the steps."

Scott's gaze fell on the white stone platform.