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

'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."

Baqir 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.

-

"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)

Chapter 230 Sorting Hufflepuff!

"Hello, Badger Granger. Welcome to Hogwarts." Dumbledore extended his hand, with horror still in his eyes.

A fourteen-year-old wizard actually had such magical attainments, some of which he couldn't understand.

Especially the floor, which healed so smoothly that there was no trace of the transformation at all.

Bagir: This is the power of magnetic field and atomic reorganization!

Logically, he should be suspicious of the boy in front of him.

But the kingly bearing and righteous aura that Bagir possesses are something that a dark wizard could never replicate.

Snape, with his long black straight princess-cut hair, bit his hair lightly. His eyes narrowed into slits, he looked coldly at the figure who was being received by Dumbledore.

He had been secretly looking into Harry's eyes before, and noticed the familiarity of the foreign boy in those eyes.

He had always been criticizing and disliking Harry, but now he had to start worrying about him.

Other professors were just as shocked and curious as Dumbledore. If it weren't for the principals and students from other schools, they would probably rush to the place where the tree disappeared and study it up close.

As for Karkaroff, Maxim, and Fleur and Krum who were obviously selected as warriors, they were wary and at the same time glad that the boy in front of them was an international student from Castrobus and did not meet the requirements of a warrior.

Old Crouch, who appeared early and had been sitting on Dumbledore's right, as a powerful figure in the Ministry of Magic, began to think about the education problems at Hogwarts.

Is it true that education in the UK has fallen far behind other countries?

The students in the audience howled loudly in ecstasy.

There are both girls and boys.

It was ten times more lively than when Krum had just appeared.

This also included students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, who were sitting on both sides of two specially added small long tables.

"I know why the Sorting Hat is still in the Great Hall."

Hermione still stood, her hands clenched into fists over her chest, her eyes looking like the Beauxbatons student who was about to pull a string after performing.

As for Bagel, when Dumbledore enthusiastically asked for another little trick in the magic he had just performed, he reminded: "It's time to sort them."

Among the time travelers, he is probably the only one who has been sorted twice by the Sorting Hat.

But this time it won’t be the same as last time.

He was sorted directly into Gryffindor without even having a complete exchange with the Sorting Hat.

"Well," Dumbledore said somewhat disappointedly, "Professor McGonagall, please arrange the sorting for Mr. Granger."

Professor McGonagall, who was talking to old Crouch on the left, put down her glass.