Author: Muduoduomu

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Chapter 30. The coming guests

"Oh, they are coming!"

"My robe is poor! I should have bought a new one!"

"Look at my hair. Is it OK?"

Today's Hogwarts was particularly lively. Two hours before dinner, everyone gathered in front of the castle yard, waiting for their guests.

Ron whispered to Harry, "have you noticed that girls are weird."

Harry nodded and looked for Hermione among the girls. Then he saw her. She and Della stood together, both had their hair braided, very beautiful.

Hermione kept touching her braid. It was slanting, leaning to the right, because Della said her left face was more beautiful and delicate, so she needed to show her left face.

Before today, she had never thought that combing her hair was so troublesome.

It had something to do with which side of her face looked good.

But she did see from the book that each side of the face was not completely symmetrical, so it's normal that the left face and the right face look different. After looking in the mirror all morning, she also began to feel that her face looked better from the left, her nose was more upturned and straight, and her lips and chin had a better curve.

And her messy hair even looked better after being plaited since it was plump and smooth.

She looked at Della, "why do you draw up your hair?"

Della whispered, "because my neck looks good, don't you think?" Her neck was the second part to her leg, which made her proud.

But she couldn't always have her hair bun — it's too troublesome.

Maybe the boys wouldn't notice, but the girls at Hogwarts were all standing by. They did a lot of preparation to avoid being fallen behind by foreign girls.

Professor McGonagall — she was also a woman — she found out. She obviously didn't like the movements of the girls, and she asked Parvati to remove the huge bow from her hair.

When she glanced over, the girls carefully avoided the sight, were afraid that she would find out they had made-up. What if she asked them to wash their faces?!

Della wished she could twist her head to the back, invisible to Professor McGonagall, like an owl, and stroked her forehead like getting a headache. Because she had eye shadow, blush and magic mascara. Everything else was fine, except the exaggerated magic Mascara bought from Cinderella! After brushing it, her eyelashes grew three inches!

Of course, it made her eyes more attractive, so she didn't want to wash it off.

She could feel the sight from Professor McGonagall set on her for a long time. She was sweating nervously!

In the end, however, Professor McGonagall said nothing.

Maybe it's because their guests had arrived.

"Here they are! They're coming!"

"Blimey!"

"Look at the sky!"

A house flew down from the sky.

It was really the size and height of a house, and it was driven by a white winged horse like a princess's mount, which was terrifying.

Della said to Hermione, "If Professor Hagrid can bring this horse to class, it will be very popular!" Hermione: "No, No way. They must be very dangerous. Look at their hooves, even bigger than my lunch plate."

Della: "Danger means good." That's exciting!

Hermione looked at her and muttered, "Gryffindor!"

Della countered: "You too."

The door of the carriage opened, headmaster Dumbledore came forward to receive them. He took one from the carriage, a very, very tall woman.

Della: "Oh, my God… She is taller than Professor Hagrid!" Headmaster Dumbledore was only around her middle!

There were a lot of students around her exclaimed, they can see her without standing on tiptoe.

Hermione gave a quick lesson — with no idea what books she had read — "She's Mrs. Maxime, a very famous lady, the headmaster of Beauxbatons. She is said to be very powerful."

Ron whispered to her, "we can all see that."

Hermione glared at him. "She's a very respectable lady."

Harry gave a silent smile, with no words.

Fred pushed up to her at some point.

She said to Fred, "don't you think Harry is really cunning?" He never got involved in his friends' disputes, while Hermione and Ron both felt that he was on their side.

Fred nodded. "Ron is the dumbest one." His little brother was the least astute of his friends, which made him feel sorry.

Following the tall and amazing Mrs. Maxime, a group of young French witches in fine silk emerged from the carriage.

They were pretty, though shivering in the cold British wind, but it could not detract from their beauty.

The captain one was remarkably beautiful!

It's like she's shining! From her long moonlight hair to her spotless skin, her bright eyes and delicate lips like flowers, even her robes look more flowing than others.

Della looked at her, dumbly, forgot to speak for a while, when she pulled herself, she found all the people around her were the same.

She gave Fred a quick look, found that his eyes were fixed on the beautiful witch, she trampled on his feet!

"Ouch!" Fred stood back reflexively, held his foot, and without thinking, he begged Della for mercy: "Honey, it hurts."

Then he was aware, "what did I do?" He realized that he had been looking at those French witches, and immediately reflected and admitted his mistake: "Honey, you misunderstood me. They are not better than French snails in my eyes."

The students around him burst out laughing.

Professor McGonagall came up and said, "everyone, let's stand aside and leave the way to our guests. Thank you, Mr. Weasley, you'll have Escargot on the table later."

Fred hopped away. "that's a surprise, professor."

Della came up and held him. She didn't tread heavily — maybe in a moment of anger?

"If you still have pain, I'll go to the hospital wing to get some potion for you." She said apologetically.

"No!" Fred quickly replied, "honey, it's not that I'm fussy, but any potion you get from the hospital wing is incredibly distasteful." He had ever taken the potion Della brought him for his cold, which was the most disgusting one he had ever drunk. He felt that his cold was simply scared away by the terrible potion, he would get rid of his cold promptly at the thought of drinking it again.

The beautiful French witches made a commotion. When they stood in the cloister, there was nobody around them. No one was willing to stand beside them, but everyone was watching them.

Looking at the captain one of them. Her name was Fleur Delacour.

"She's beautiful." Della said, as looking at Fred.

"Who?" Fred, pretending to be ignorant, glanced at the French witches who were like fairy, undeterredly. "Honey, my feet are still aching."

George snickered behind him, seeing Fred throw a look at him, he turned to Angelina, "I guess they're not as good at Quidditch as you are."

Angelina seemed being pleased, she said, "Oh, you flatter me. Some of them may be very good at it."

George gave Fred a proud look. "Bro, see."

Fred gave him a jab.

After that, Durmstrang Ship, like a ghost, emerged from the Great Lakes of the Forbidden Forest.

They turned to the second guest at the back of the castle.

Durmstrang Ship seemed to be a ghost ship, dilapidated and black, with its muzzle arrayed hundreds of them in three rows, like the accessory eyes of Egyptian Cannibal Beetles.

Della did not go to the lake. Instead, she saw Headmaster Dumbledore and several other professors, especially Professor moody, running to receive the Durmstrang people.

She found that Headmaster Dumbledore running rarely fast which contradicted to his age, and Professor Moody… was the most unsuitable person to welcome guests.

Yet, when Durmstrang came after the headmaster, Della suddenly rushed forward!

Fred followed blankly.

"What happened?" Hermione took Harry with her.

"Della, did you see..." Hermione held back her word. At her side, Ron looked breathless: "Krum!! It's that Krum!"

Fred tried to hold Della, but he couldn't: Della was blocked by the crowd in front of her, and she squashed herself forward.

"God!" Della gripped her sleeve nervously and asked Hermione, "did you see him? Is that him?" "Yes, yes." Hermione tried to calm down her: Look at Fred, oh, he looked ghastly.

"It's Viktor Krum!" Della grabbed her neck as if she couldn't breathe. "How do I look? Is it good?"

Hermione glanced at Fred apologetically as she pulled Della: "You're good. I mean, calm down, you just met an idol, a star, because you just saw his game, so you were a little excited..."

"Krum is more than a star! He is very great!" Della felt too excited to find the right words to describe her first idol: "Very, very wise! Very… oh! He's coming!"

In fact, Durmstrang men were a dozen feet away from them, they were following Headmaster Dumbledore to the dining room.

Della caught up immediately.

Hermione had to follow her closely. She was afraid to ask Fred, had only see if Harry could help.

But Ron was as excited as Della, with Harry kept pace with him.

Hermione sighed helplessly and looked back for Katie or Angelina, but neither of them was there.

She had to come out a way to remind Della.

Before dinner, the dining room was full, to their great relieves of Gryffindor girls, Beauxbaton sat on Ravenclaw's long table.

"Their robes are beautiful…"

"It's shining…"

"Seems like silk…"

"I want one, too…"

On the other hand, Durmstrang sat at Slytherin's table.

Della: "It must because Slytherin has the least people!" Otherwise, they should choose the long table of Gryffindor, in the middle, and it's most convenient to enter through from the hall.

Fred stared at a stain on the table as if he wanted to burn it with his eyes.

Hermione kept trying to kick Della from the opposite side and ask her to turn her head back. She had been looking at Durmstrang.

After a while, Fred said, "Hermione, you've been kicking me."

Hermione quickly replied, "Oh, I'm sorry." Then she had to pull her attention.

Ron was talking to Harry about how to ask Krum for an autograph.

Harry didn't contradict his friend, but regretfully told him that he didn't take his schoolbag down, so there was no quill nor parchment.

Della was asking Fred, "do you have a quill?" Fred squeezed out a smile: "No, Honey, for your homework?"

Ignoring his joke, Della turned to Katie next to her, "have you got a quill?"

Katie shook her head. "No. But heard from Lavender, maybe you could use lipstick?"

Della was as good as gold: "It makes sense! I've brought one."

She took it out and ask Katie, "do you think we can go to Krum now? Will he sign on my robe? I'll keep it for the rest of my life!"

George pushed down the hand from Fred, with a wand inside. "Calm down, bro." He looked at the figure of Viktor Krum, his brawny body, his strong arms, even his thicker-than-others neck, and said sincerely, "you can't beat him."