Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was time for the other two schools of magic to arrive at Hogwarts.

In Snape's Potions class, almost everyone was ecstatic, as representatives from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were arriving this evening, which meant their Potions class would not be full.

Snape's face was quite bad. The sometimes sallow, sometimes pale face was now terrifyingly black. He assigned a lot of homework in class, but this still couldn't stop the good mood of all the students.

And earlier than this, the school also began to prepare for the preparations for welcoming foreign guests.

The castle underwent a thorough sweep, and several filthy portraits were scrubbed clean, much to the dissatisfaction of the scrubbed figures. They sat huddled in the frame, muttering sullenly, grinning in pain every time they touched the new pink tender flesh on their faces. That caused the armor to suddenly become shiny and no longer creaking when it moved. The janitor, Argus Filch, was furious when he saw a student forgetting to wipe his shoes, sending two first-year girls into hysteria.

Other faculty members also looked particularly nervous.

"Longbottom, please do your best, don't show your stuff in front of Durmstrang's people, let them see that you don't even have a simple transformation spell!" In a transfiguration class taught by McGonagall up, she roared sharply. That class went so badly that Neville accidentally grafted his ear onto a cactus.

Although his personality has changed, other changes will take time.

All of the above all reflect the importance Hogwarts attaches to this event.

"Hermione, you must not recommend your "vomit badge" to those two schools, they won't like that kind of thing, Professor McGonagall will definitely be angry if she finds out, don't be ashamed in front of outsiders ." Ron reminded Hermione from the castle that the students were lining up outside right now, and no one wanted to lose face at a time like this.

"How can it be a shame to fight for the rights and interests of the disadvantaged? This should be a glorious cause!" Hermione was irritated at this time, and immediately retorted excitedly that she had been fighting for domestic children these days. Running for the rights of the elves, making a large number of medals with the words S.P.E.W. engraved, and then selling their own set of "theories" everywhere.

It's a pity that almost no one understands her philosophy, even Harry and Ron treat her with a negative attitude and pay for her badge just to shut her up.

Neville was somewhat interested in this, after all, according to Hermione's words, he more or less seemed to see his own shadow, so he bought a badge to support her behavior, and even wanted to hold some position.

Other than that, no one took the slightest interest in what she said, even if Hermione was babbling and pestering people in the Gryffindor common room every night.

"Quiet!" Professor McGonagall looked at the group of turbulent students in front of him, coughed heavily, and reminded aloud, the wrinkles around the sunken eye sockets became more obvious with the frowning of the brows.

All the students fell silent immediately, and it was the first time they saw this old lady so serious - even though she was usually stern.

They quieted down, but that still didn't stop them excitedly scanning the gradually darkened venue, but after a long time, there was still no movement. Everything was silent, peaceful, and the same as usual.

Suddenly a gigantic creature, much larger than a broomstick—or a hundred broomsticks—was swiftly swept across the dark blue sky toward the castle, gradually getting bigger and bigger.

The castle lights cast on the carriage in a powder blue.

The carriage grew bigger and bigger, like a house, and twelve winged horses took it into the air,

They were all silver-mane horses, each of which was about the size of an elephant, and probably only a horse of this size could pull such a carriage.

The Hogwarts Thestral was a pitifully small in comparison.

"Why isn't it called a drunken horse?" Malfoy complained silently in his heart. He was still a little surprised at this animal that relies on wine as food.

Now it's not that the driver is drunk, it's that the tool itself is faulty.

The carriage flew lower and was descending at an extremely fast speed. The students standing in the first three rows hurriedly backed away—then, an earth-shattering loud noise shook some timid students to the ground, and the senior students next to them. Quickly support them from behind, so as not to lose face.

Then I saw the horses' hooves slam on the ground, all of them the size of a vegetable plate. In the blink of an eye, the carriage also landed on the ground, vibrating on its huge wheels, while the golden horses shook their huge heads, their big fiery red eyes rolled, and their nostrils spewed heat.

On the door is a coat of arms (two golden criss-crossed wands, each with three stars), one of Beauxbaton's symbols.

A boy in a light blue robe took the first step, jumped out of the carriage, bent over, groped for something on the floor of the carriage, and opened a golden spiral staircase, then he jumped back respectfully, a shiny black Heeled shoes, the size of a child's sled, stuck out from the carriage - followed by a woman of indescribable size.

"She should have giant blood," Ron whispered, but even so, Hermione quickly covered his mouth.

"Shut up!" she said.

Madam Maxime was getting closer to the Hogwarts students who were in charge of welcoming her, and it seemed to be even more bizarre. When she stepped into the light spilling from the hall, she was found to have a handsome olive-colored face, large black, watery eyes, and a pointed nose. Her hair was pulled back in a shiny bun at the base of her neck. She was draped from head to toe in a black forge dress, and her neck and her thick fingers gleamed with opals of opulence. ,

Dumbledore began to applaud, and the classmates clapped along with them. Many stood on tiptoe, trying to see the woman more clearly.

Her face slackened, a graceful smile spread out, and she walked towards Dumbledore with a gleaming hand. Although Dumbledore was also tall, he barely stooped to kiss the hand.

"Fortunately, at least it won't be the contrast of jumping up and hitting someone's knee." The behavior of Dumbledore and Madame Maxime at this time made Malfoy unconsciously think of something interesting.

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