Chapter 546: Sick Krum
"What is that?"
"It's a mast, it's a big ship!"
In front of everyone, slowly and magnificently, the big ship rose out of the water, gleaming in the moonlight.
It had a strangely skeletal look to it, as though it were a resurrected wreck, and the dim, misty lights shimmering at its portholes looked like ghostly eyes.
Finally, with a great sloshing noise, the ship emerged entirely, bobbing on the turbulent water, and began to glide toward the bank.
A few moments later, they heard the splash of an anchor being thrown down in the shallows, and the thud of a plank being lowered onto the bank.
People were disembarking; they could see their silhouettes passing the lights in the ship’s portholes.
It was amazing. Evan didn't expect Durmstrang to have this kind of treasure.
He could feel the magic power on the ship and the whimsical manufacturing process.
The ship had been given powerful magic, and could reach wherever there was water.
Evan also felt many traces of dark magic, which was really in line with Durmstrang’s style.
"Look at those people, they’re so big!"
Hearing Dennis’s sigh, Evan’s gaze shifted from the exaggerated boat image to the figures on the bank.
They were Durmstrang students, and they seemed to be built along the lines of Crabbe and Goyle. But then, as they drew nearer, walking up the lawns into the light streaming from the entrance hall, everyone saw that their bulk was due to the fact that they were wearing cloaks of some kind of shaggy, matted fur.
However, the man who was leading them up to the castle was wearing furs of a different sort: sleek and silver, much like his hair.
"Dumbledore!" he called heartily as he walked up the slope. "My dear old fellow, how are you?"
"Blooming, thank you, Professor Karkaroff." Dumbledore replied.
Karkaroff had a fruity, unctuous voice, and it sounded like this guy was very cunning.
When he stepped into the light pouring from the front doors of the castle, they saw that he was tall and thin like Dumbledore, but his white hair was short, and his goatee, finishing in a small curl, did not entirely hide his weak chin.
When he reached Dumbledore, he shook hands with both of his own.
"Dear old man, dear Hogwarts!" he said, looking up at the castle and smiling, "I haven't come back here for many years. How good it is to be here, how good!"
He showed an exaggerated smile and everyone could see that his teeth were rather yellow.
Although his face was full of smiles, Karkaroff’s eyes were not smiling, still cold and shrewd.
"Well, Viktor, come along, into the warmth … you don't mind, Dumbledore? Since the sneak attack on Diagonal Alley by the despicable villain, Viktor has not been in a good state recently and has been taking medicine..."
Karkaroff beckoned forward one of his students. As the boy passed, Evan caught a glimpse of a prominent curved nose and thick black eyebrows.
He didn’t need to be reminded to recognize that profile, it was Krum!
He still looked as gloomy as before, some sick, and not quite good.
He ignored the commotion and shouts in the crowd and followed Karkaroff into the castle.
"God, it's Krum, I can't believe it!" Ron said in a stunned voice.
By this time, five minutes after Durmstrang’s arrival, Hogwarts students were following Durmstrang’s delegation and ruling out climbing to the stone steps.
"It's Krum, Viktor Krum, he came to Hogwarts!" Ron continued to sigh.
"For heaven’s sake, Ron, he's only a Quidditch player." said Hermione unhappily.
"Only a Quidditch player?!" Ron said, looking at her as though he couldn’t believe his ears. "Hermione … he’s one of the best Seekers in the world, and he saved us last time in the World Cup."
"I know, and everyone is very grateful to him, but this is not a reason why you keep talking about him for five minutes."
After seeing Krum, there were only a handful of people who were calm like Hermione.
As they recrossed the entrance hall with the rest of the Hogwarts students heading for the Great Hall, many people pushed hard and Lee Jordan jumped up and down on the soles of his feet to get a better look at the back of Krum’s head.
Several sixth-year girls were frantically searching their pockets as they walked.
"Oh, I don’t believe it, I haven’t got a single quill on me!"
"Do you think he’d sign my hat in lipstick?"
"It's ridiculous!" said Hermione loftily.
She frowned at everyone and walked past the girls, who were now squabbling over a lipstick.
"I’m getting his autograph if I can," said Ron. "Who of you has a quill?"
"No, they’re upstairs in my bag," said Harry.
"I have it here!" Evan found the paper and quill from the bag and handed it to Ron.
"Thank you, I'll be right back, you wait for me!" said Ron excitedly.
Like the girls, he rushed toward the Durmstrang crowd.
“He’s crazy, we saw the guy last time."
It was amazing that Ron’s admiration for Krum had reached an unparalleled level.
Evan, Harry, Hermione, Colin, and Ginny walked into the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table.
It was still a mess at the door, because Krum and his fellow Durmstrang students were still gathered there.
They seemed to be unsure where they should sit and how to deal with the young wizards who were waiting in front of them for Krum's autograph.
The students from Beauxbatons who had stepped in early had already chosen seats at the Ravenclaw table. They were looking around the Great Hall with glum expressions on their faces. Three of them were still clutching scarves and shawls around their heads.
Among them was Fleur, which seemed to be not particularly satisfied with the Hogwarts architectural style.
Compared with the luxurious and exquisite buildings in Beauxbatons, Hogwarts was really too rough.
Fleur looked around and looked at Evan and turned her head loftily.
But Gabrielle said a few words to her, and hurried over, disregarding the surprised eyes of the others around her.
"Hello, Evan!" said Gabrielle with a smile, naturally sitting in an empty seat beside Evan.
"Hello, Gabrielle!" said Evan, and he introduced the others to her.
Chapter 546: Sick Krum
"What is that?"
"It's a mast, it's a big ship!"
In front of everyone, slowly and magnificently, the big ship rose out of the water, gleaming in the moonlight.
It had a strangely skeletal look to it, as though it were a resurrected wreck, and the dim, misty lights shimmering at its portholes looked like ghostly eyes.
Finally, with a great sloshing noise, the ship emerged entirely, bobbing on the turbulent water, and began to glide toward the bank.
A few moments later, they heard the splash of an anchor being thrown down in the shallows, and the thud of a plank being lowered onto the bank.
People were disembarking; they could see their silhouettes passing the lights in the ship’s portholes.
It was amazing. Evan didn't expect Durmstrang to have this kind of treasure.
He could feel the magic power on the ship and the whimsical manufacturing process.
The ship had been given powerful magic, and could reach wherever there was water.
Evan also felt many traces of dark magic, which was really in line with Durmstrang’s style.
"Look at those people, they’re so big!"
Hearing Dennis’s sigh, Evan’s gaze shifted from the exaggerated boat image to the figures on the bank.
They were Durmstrang students, and they seemed to be built along the lines of Crabbe and Goyle. But then, as they drew nearer, walking up the lawns into the light streaming from the entrance hall, everyone saw that their bulk was due to the fact that they were wearing cloaks of some kind of shaggy, matted fur.
However, the man who was leading them up to the castle was wearing furs of a different sort: sleek and silver, much like his hair.
"Dumbledore!" he called heartily as he walked up the slope. "My dear old fellow, how are you?"
"Blooming, thank you, Professor Karkaroff." Dumbledore replied.
Karkaroff had a fruity, unctuous voice, and it sounded like this guy was very cunning.
When he stepped into the light pouring from the front doors of the castle, they saw that he was tall and thin like Dumbledore, but his white hair was short, and his goatee, finishing in a small curl, did not entirely hide his weak chin.
When he reached Dumbledore, he shook hands with both of his own.
"Dear old man, dear Hogwarts!" he said, looking up at the castle and smiling, "I haven't come back here for many years. How good it is to be here, how good!"
He showed an exaggerated smile and everyone could see that his teeth were rather yellow.
Although his face was full of smiles, Karkaroff’s eyes were not smiling, still cold and shrewd.
"Well, Viktor, come along, into the warmth … you don't mind, Dumbledore? Since the sneak attack on Diagonal Alley by the despicable villain, Viktor has not been in a good state recently and has been taking medicine..."
Karkaroff beckoned forward one of his students. As the boy passed, Evan caught a glimpse of a prominent curved nose and thick black eyebrows.
He didn’t need to be reminded to recognize that profile, it was Krum!
He still looked as gloomy as before, some sick, and not quite good.
He ignored the commotion and shouts in the crowd and followed Karkaroff into the castle.
"God, it's Krum, I can't believe it!" Ron said in a stunned voice.
By this time, five minutes after Durmstrang’s arrival, Hogwarts students were following Durmstrang’s delegation and ruling out climbing to the stone steps.
"It's Krum, Viktor Krum, he came to Hogwarts!" Ron continued to sigh.
"For heaven’s sake, Ron, he's only a Quidditch player." said Hermione unhappily.
"Only a Quidditch player?!" Ron said, looking at her as though he couldn’t believe his ears. "Hermione … he’s one of the best Seekers in the world, and he saved us last time in the World Cup."
"I know, and everyone is very grateful to him, but this is not a reason why you keep talking about him for five minutes."
After seeing Krum, there were only a handful of people who were calm like Hermione.
As they recrossed the entrance hall with the rest of the Hogwarts students heading for the Great Hall, many people pushed hard and Lee Jordan jumped up and down on the soles of his feet to get a better look at the back of Krum’s head.
Several sixth-year girls were frantically searching their pockets as they walked.
"Oh, I don’t believe it, I haven’t got a single quill on me!"
"Do you think he’d sign my hat in lipstick?"
"It's ridiculous!" said Hermione loftily.
She frowned at everyone and walked past the girls, who were now squabbling over a lipstick.
"I’m getting his autograph if I can," said Ron. "Who of you has a quill?"
"No, they’re upstairs in my bag," said Harry.
"I have it here!" Evan found the paper and quill from the bag and handed it to Ron.
"Thank you, I'll be right back, you wait for me!" said Ron excitedly.
Like the girls, he rushed toward the Durmstrang crowd.
“He’s crazy, we saw the guy last time."
It was amazing that Ron’s admiration for Krum had reached an unparalleled level.
Evan, Harry, Hermione, Colin, and Ginny walked into the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table.
It was still a mess at the door, because Krum and his fellow Durmstrang students were still gathered there.
They seemed to be unsure where they should sit and how to deal with the young wizards who were waiting in front of them for Krum's autograph.
The students from Beauxbatons who had stepped in early had already chosen seats at the Ravenclaw table. They were looking around the Great Hall with glum expressions on their faces. Three of them were still clutching scarves and shawls around their heads.
Among them was Fleur, which seemed to be not particularly satisfied with the Hogwarts architectural style.
Compared with the luxurious and exquisite buildings in Beauxbatons, Hogwarts was really too rough.
Fleur looked around and looked at Evan and turned her head loftily.
But Gabrielle said a few words to her, and hurried over, disregarding the surprised eyes of the others around her.
"Hello, Evan!" said Gabrielle with a smile, naturally sitting in an empty seat beside Evan.
"Hello, Gabrielle!" said Evan, and he introduced the others to her.
