Sherlock, who had already seen Principal Boothbaton, had not expressed excessive surprise at her appearance as others had done to others.

So when the little girl hiding behind Mrs. Maxim waved to him, Sherlock immediately noticed it.

He looked at Furong, who had not met for more than a year.

During this period, the little girl would write him a letter almost every one or two months to tell her recent experiences and some interesting stories at school, such as the intention of developing Sherlock into a pen pal.

But Sherlock had very few reply letters to her, and she could count them. When the boss came to her, Sherlock was a little guilty, so she showed an awkward smile on her face and waved to Furong to respond to her.

He has always been standing next to Sherlock and seems to ignore him, but in fact, Shilk, who has always focused on Sherlock, naturally discovered this scene keenly.

The expression on her face did not change much, but the light golden eyes hidden under the black ribbon, but she saw the beautiful face in the huge shadow of Mrs. Maxim.

"Do you know Boothbaton's students?"

She asked suddenly.

Sherlock shrugged, and said in a low voice while echoing Dumbledore's applause at the newly arrived Boothpaton student and the principal.

"Didn't I tell you before that during the summer vacation when I met you, did I take Harry to France on a trip? It was at that time that I met her."

"She is very familiar with you?"

"Fortunately, have you seen a exhausted owl sending me letters every time? Those were written by this Miss Dragul."

Speaking of this, Sherlock tilted his head and looked at the things he had said to him these days, but nothing more than those two sentences tonight, and asked suspiciously.

"What do you ask me about this?"

But at this time, Shilk pursed his lips again and did not say anything again, which made Sherlock ask about loneliness.

But Sherlock didn't care. This girl had a weird temper for a long time.

After greeting Sherlock from afar, Furong followed Busbaton's group into the castle.

And the students and teachers of Hogwarts will continue to welcome Demstrong's guests here.

Not long after they had just sent Boothbaton's students into the castle, the magic school located in the northernmost part of Europe also gave the little wizards of Hogwarts an extremely shocking way to play.

They floated out from the bottom of the Black Lake in a large sailboat that looked like a ghost!

The big ship broke down in the shallow waters of Black Lake, then put a board on the shore, and led by a middle-aged witch in a black robe and goatee on her chin, Demstrong's guests arrived at Hogwarts.

Before the people approached, everyone heard a warm voice.

"Dumbledore! My old man, how are you?"

Dumbledore, who was not far from Sherlock, also smiled. He turned his head slightly and looked at Sherlock with a glance, then took a step forward and shook hands with the middle-aged witch with a goatee.

"Great, thank you, Professor Kakarov." He also replied enthusiastically.

The conversation between the two was like an old friend who had not seen each other for many years and had met again today.

But since Kakarov appeared, he had been staring at Sherlock, and there was no real enthusiasm and excitement in his eyes, but was full of coldness and sharpness.

Kakarov, more than a decade later, looked very different from what he had seen in the Burnt Cauldron Bar. Now he has the sleekness and cunning that he could not show at all before.

Kakarov pretended to miss Hogwarts Castle, and then showed off a show-off call to a student of Demstrong.

At this time, all the students in Hogwarts also discovered who the student was.

Although he failed in the Quidditch World Cup, which had just ended not long ago, he performed extremely well in the Bulgarian national team's goalkeeper - Wiktor Krum.

Dumbledore walked into Hogwarts Castle with the last guests. The Hogwarts students who were chattering and constantly whispering to get Clum to sign their robes also walked into the auditorium.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! It's Krum! Harry, I can't believe that a Quidditch player who is so powerful is actually a student!"

Hermione was very dissatisfied with Ron's fuss about now, and she rolled her eyes.

"Isn't it just a Quidditch player? Why are you so excited?"

She raised her head and talked excitedly, asking Krum to sign on their robes, would the other party pass by the sixth-grade girl who agreed to it?

Ron was also incredible about Hermione's reaction at this moment.

"Isn't it? Didn't we watch the Quidditch World Cup together? You didn't see his wonderful performance in the game?"

Hermione was impatient with Ron's current performance of a crazy fan. She ignored him and turned to Harry and asked.

"You told us before, what about the friend you met in France with Professor Forrest? Did she come here today?"

Harry shook his head. Because Furong was not used to the cold air in the UK, she kept covering her head with a scarf and did not say hello to him on purpose, so Harry did not see her.

"She may not be eligible, didn't come here, right?"

While they were chatting, they also walked into the auditorium.

Although the entire auditorium was newly decorated for the arrival of guests from the other two magic schools today, in order to enable students from the three schools to communicate better, there were no two additional tables in the auditorium.

When Harry and the others walked in, the little wizards of Boothbaton had already chosen Ravenclaw's long table to sit down.

After hesitating for a while, Demstrong's students also sat on the long table at Slytherin College.

Ron, who had turned into a brainless fan, was full of disappointment. He stared at Malfoy who was talking to Crum, and followed Hermione and Harry and others to complain for a long time like an abandoned woman.

Dumbledore welcomed the guests of the two schools on the platform.
Chapter completed!