Professor Vampire.

Chapter 242: Chapter 242 Half-Veela

Rolf escaped Professor Hicks's calamity, but not the other one.

Compared with Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, there were not many students from Invermorny who came to Hogwarts, and they could be counted on one hand.

But when Rolf saw the young boy with blond hair, strong physique and funny mustache, he shuddered and tried to get behind Cedric.

However, Rolf's position had been exposed by Professor Hicks. The student from Invermorny saw Rolf at a glance and walked over with a big laugh.

"Ah, it's been a long time since we last met, Rolf!" He said very generously.

Cedric was pushed in front of Rolf, and he was not sure whether the boy in front of him was kind or wanted to harm Rolf, so he had to protect Rolf behind him dutifully and fulfill his duties as a class leader.

"Excuse me, classmate of Yin Famo Ni, I'm Cedric Diggory, the prefect of Hufflepuff." He said politely, "I want to ask, what do you want with Rolf?"

To Cedric's surprise, this sturdy wizard with a mustache was surprisingly easy to talk to.

"Oh, nice to meet you, Prefect Diggory." He smiled and stretched out his hand to Cedric, "I'm John Kowalski, Rolf's cousin. My grandmother and Rolf's grandmother are sisters."

"Hello, Mr. Kowalski." Cedric shook hands with John, then turned his head to look at Rolf, "Rolf, is this your cousin?"

Rolf didn't want to admit it, but under John's smiling eyes, he couldn't say the words of denial after all, so he nodded reluctantly.

However, his admission confused Cedric.

"I want to know, is there any problem between you two cousins?" he asked.

"No, we have always had a good relationship." John said with a smile, "It's just that this kid must have been a little guilty recently and didn't dare to face me. Am I right, Rolf?"

Rolf didn't say anything.

John didn't care, and then said to Cedric: "I originally wanted to train Rolf to take over my job and become the student union president after Yin Famo Ni, but he came to Hogwarts to study...so he is guilty!"

Cedric thought about it carefully and made a judgment secretly.

So he nodded and let Rolf who was hiding behind him go.

"You two brothers should solve your own problems." He looked at Rolf with sympathy.

Rolf was shocked. But without Cedric's obstruction, he was immediately caught by this strong cousin, hugged by the shoulder and pushed towards Hogwarts Castle.

Now, the people from the last magic school have all arrived. The "ushers" of Hogwarts finally don't have to stand like a log in the cold lake wind. They shivered and returned to the hall.

Harry and his friends walked to the Gryffindor table and sat down. Ron deliberately sat on the side facing the door, because Krum and his Durmstrang alumni were still gathered at the door, and seemed to be unsure where they should sit.

The students of Invermorny, led by John Kowalski, the president of the Student Union, naturally sat next to the long table of Hufflepuff. A group of people surrounded the lonely Rolf.

Harry silently mourned for this good friend who had once explored together for two seconds...

In addition, the students of Beauxbatons quickly chose the seats next to the Ravenclaw table with the least number of people and the quietest.

After they sat down, they looked around the hall with a gloomy expression on their faces. It seemed that Hogwarts did not meet their imagination. Three of the students had their heads wrapped tightly with scarves and turbans.

"It's not that cold," Hermione glanced at them and said unhappily, "Why don't they wear cloaks?"

"Here! Come and sit here!" However, Ron didn't notice what Hermione was saying at all, and shouted hoarsely, "Here! Hermione, move over a little, make some room--"

"What?"

"Alas, it's too late!" Ron said regretfully.

Viktor Krum and his Durmstrang alumni had already sat down at the Slytherin table.

Draco Malfoy and his two followers, Crabbe and Goyle, were very proud of it. Malfoy even stood up and leaned over to talk to Krum.

"Ah, yes, Malfoy is fawning over him," said Ron sharply. "I bet Krum saw through him right away... I bet Krum is fawned over and flattered wherever he goes..."

"Where do you think they'll sleep? We can give him a bed in our dormitory, Harry... I'd give him my bed and sleep on a cot."

Hermione snorted.

"They look much happier than the Beauxbatons," Harry commented pertinently.

The Durmstrang students took off their fur cloaks and looked up at the dark, starlit ceiling with great interest. Two of them even picked up golden plates and goblets and examined them carefully, obviously with great interest.

Over at the staff table, the janitor Filch was adding a few chairs. For today's grand occasion, he wore a moldy old tailcoat.

Harry was surprised to see that he had added five chairs, two to the left of Dumbledore's main seat and three to the right.

It was a bit strange to say that Filch's physical fitness seemed to be much worse than before. The janitor who used to chase the little wizards who wandered at night could run all night, but now he was a little out of breath after moving five chairs.

"But there are only three more professors," Harry said puzzledly, "Why did Filch bring out four chairs? Who else will come?"

"Huh?" Ron answered vaguely, still staring at Krum eagerly.

After all the students entered the hall and sat down at the tables of their respective colleges, the faculty also came in and filed to the main guest seats and sat down.

At the end were Dumbledore, Professor Hicks, Karkaroff and Madame Maxime.

The school rules of Beauxbatons seemed to be very strict. When the students of Beauxbatons saw their headmaster appear, they stood up quickly and did not dare to sit down when the headmaster was standing.

Seeing this scene, several young wizards from Hogwarts couldn't help laughing. But the representatives of Beauxbatons didn't seem embarrassed at all. They sat down again only after Madame Maxime sat down on Dumbledore's left.

Dumbledore didn't sit down, but stood in front of his seat waiting for the hall to gradually quiet down.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and especially our distinguished guests," Dumbledore smiled at the students from other schools, "I welcome you to Hogwarts with great joy. I hope and believe that you will feel comfortable and happy here."

A girl from Beauxbatons still wrapped her cheeks tightly with a scarf, and uttered a sneer that was undoubtedly questioning.

"No one forced you to stay!" Hermione whispered.

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"The hardware facilities of Beauxbatons are indeed much better than those of Hogwarts. It is normal for them to look down on them."

Hermione turned around and saw Dracula standing beside her with a chuckle, looking at the Beauxbatons girls with their faces covered with interest.

"Professor Dracula?" Hermione asked in surprise, "I thought you should be in the professor's seat now?"

"That's right, but Potter cooperated well with me before, I think he should be rewarded." Dracula said, "I may forget it in a few minutes, so it's better to give it to him directly."

As he said that, he took out a small thing from his pocket and threw it to Harry.

"Professor, this is..." Harry caught the small thing, but couldn't tell what it was.

"Oh, I just had an idea and made a portable flashlight." Dracula glanced at Harry's forehead and said with interest, "It has a little magic. When the light shines on a certain place, people around will unconsciously look at the place where the light shines."

"For example, when you run into Krum head-on, in order not to be overshadowed by him, you can use this flashlight to shine on your forehead and let others shift their attention to your scar. It's guaranteed to be practical!"

Harry couldn't help but cover his face.

This operation is too embarrassing...

"Professor, you just said that the hardware facilities of Beauxbatons are better than Hogwarts. Is this true?" Hermione fully exerted the characteristics of a curious baby and asked like a class question.

"Of course, after all, they are much richer than Hogwarts." Dracula chuckled, "Nico Flamel, the alchemist that Potter and Weiss had a remote chat with before, is the director of Beauxbatons."

"As you know, Nico has a magic stone that can turn stone into gold, and he has too much money to spend. So he donates a large sum of Galleons to Beauxbatons every year, so that the school has the confidence to undergo a major renovation every few years."

"I have visited there several times, and their school is indeed very beautiful... At least it is not comparable to Hogwarts, which relies on a few stingy pure-blood families and a small number of alumni donations to barely maintain its operation."

"Then they can't look down on Hogwarts, right?" Hermione was still a little indignant.

"Indeed. But according to the character of these little guys, not opening their mouths to mock is already a good endurance."

Dracula smiled and left the Gryffindor table and returned to his seat as a professor, leaving Hermione, Harry and Ron sitting in their original seats, not understanding why Professor Dracula had become so easy to talk to.

At the same time, Dumbledore's speech also came to an end-

"The Four Finals Tournament will officially begin at the end of the banquet." Dumbledore said, "I now invite everyone to eat and drink as much as you can, just like at home!"

Then he sat down and talked happily with Professor Hicks on his right, and from time to time he smiled and glanced at Rove, who was surrounded by a group of Yin Famori students and looked embarrassed.

The plates in front of the little wizards were full of food as usual.

The house elves in the kitchen seemed to have used all their tricks. Today's dishes were more abundant than in the past, and they were placed in front of them in a variety of ways. Some of them must have foreign flavors.

"What is that?" Ron asked.

He pointed to a large plate of something next to a large steak and a cup of pudding, which looked like a seafood stew.

"French bouillabaisse," Hermione said.

"Is it for those people in Beauxbatons?" Ron asked.

"It should be," Hermione nodded, "This is French food. I ate it during the summer vacation two years ago. It tastes delicious."

"It's you, our Miss Know-it-all." Ron made a noncommittal joke and served himself some black pudding.

It turned out that the young British wizards were not very interested in French dishes, and no one touched the plate of French bouillabaisse for a long time.

At this moment, a voice said, "Excuse me, are you still eating this plate of bouillabaisse?"

It was the Beauxbatons girl who laughed when Dumbledore was talking just now.

At this time, she finally took off her scarf.

A long waterfall of silver hair fell to her waist, and her beautiful face had a pair of big blue eyes and a mouthful of white and neat teeth.

Ron's face flushed red, and he stared at her blankly. He opened his mouth to answer, but only made some strange little sounds, as if his throat was stuck.

"Okay, you take it." Harry said for Ron and pushed the plate to the girl.

"Have you finished eating?" the girl asked.

"I'm done," Ron said with difficulty, a little breathless, "I'm done, it's delicious."

The girl carefully carried the plate and walked to the Ravenclaw table. Ron still stared at the girl with wide eyes, as if he had never seen a female classmate before.

Harry laughed happily, and his laughter finally brought Ron back to his senses.

"She's a veela!" Ron said to Harry in a hoarse voice.

"Definitely not!" Hermione poked the steak in front of her with a fork and said with gritted teeth, "I didn't see anyone staring at her like an idiot!"

What she said was not entirely correct.

When the girl walked through the hall, many boys turned their heads to look at her, and some of them seemed to become speechless for a moment, just like Ron.

'This is a half-blood veela. ' Hermione thought to herself.

She suddenly realized why Professor Dracula said that before - Veela's temper is indeed not very good. In the previous Quidditch World Cup, the Bulgarian mascot Veela almost fought with the Irish mascot.

Hermione looked at Dracula's long silver hair, which was brighter than that of the girl, and suddenly felt that she had discovered something incredible.

Could Professor Dracula also be a half-blood veela...?

"That girl is really extraordinary!" Ron, who was standing by, didn't know what Hermione was thinking. He just said as he turned sideways so that he could still look at the girl clearly. "There is no such beautiful person in Hogwarts!"

"The girls in Hogwarts are not bad either." Harry said without thinking.

He subconsciously followed Ron's gaze to the long table of Ravenclaw and saw Qiu Zhang, who had smooth black hair, sitting not far from the girl with silver hair.

Harry's gaze paused for a moment, and suddenly shook his head with a smile, and turned his gaze back to the long table of Gryffindor.

He saw that Ginny, who was sitting not far away, was staring at him eagerly, and when she noticed his gaze, she blushed and lowered her head.

Yes, the girls in Hogwarts are not bad either.

Not only the girls in Ravenclaw, but also the girls in Gryffindor.