Putting aside those studies on prank products, the knowledge learned at Hogwarts is truly inferior to Cedric's.
Ethan looked at the two who didn't reply, and had a rough idea of what was going on.
"If it's not necessary, participating in the Triwizard Tournament doesn't have any benefits. Of course, if you are very confident in your strength, then that's another matter."
"The reason why the Triwizard Tournament was stopped for so many years is because injuries and deaths often occurred during the competition."
"For example, the most recent one, in the 1792 Triwizard Tournament, the Cockatrice that needed to be dealt with as a challenge went out of control, not only were the participants of the Triwizard Tournament injured, but even the headmasters of the three schools who served as referees were injured."
This year's Triwizard Tournament is really very likely to kill people, and Ethan naturally doesn't want the twins to participate.
Even Cedric, Ethan will use the Confundus Charm to remove his name.
Since the fake Moody can use the Confundus Charm to ensure that Harry's name is selected, there is no reason why Ethan can't use the Confundus Charm to remove a few names.
As for Harry, Ethan doesn't plan to interfere, anyway, he can cheat when facing Voldemort.
"Cockatrice!"
Fred gave a stiff smile, although he knew that there would be some dangers in the past Triwizard Tournaments.
But he didn't expect to face something like a Cockatrice, which is a XXXXX-rated magical creature. Although he hadn't seen it, its danger level was self-evident.
Suddenly, George thought of what Charlie had said to him during the summer vacation.
Perhaps they would meet again soon.
Now that Charlie has graduated, and he and Fred are studying at Hogwarts, even if the Triwizard Tournament is held, he is far away in Romania and may not have time to come and watch the competition.
Moreover, during the summer vacation, they didn't know there would be a Triwizard Tournament.
Charlie isn't like him and George who like to play pranks, there must be a reason for him to say that.
Combined with his work in the dragon reserve, it's easy to guess.
Because of work, he will come to Hogwarts this school year.
This will definitely bring a dragon, and the Triwizard Tournament in previous years needed to deal with magical creatures. This year is probably no exception, and it is very likely that one of the projects this year will be dragons.
Thinking of dealing with dragons, Fred couldn't help but shudder.
At that time, he might be swallowed by the dragon in one bite.
He wanted to tell Ethan this news now, but there were too many people and it wasn't appropriate.
This news was revealed by Charlie, and it would be bad if it had any impact on him, so Fred decided to wait until he went back and tell Ethan through wizarding mail.
"Mr. Weasley!"
Just as Ethan was about to say something, Professor McGonagall's cold voice came from the front.
She was just relaxing a bit, giving the little wizards behind a chance to relax.
Good heavens, they ran into the other house's ranks.
They really gave her a lot of face!
George and Fred's faces instantly froze, and they didn't dare to look back, and immediately ran back to the Gryffindor position in a dispirited manner.
However, the little Ravenclaws around them were not affected and began to discuss the past Triwizard Tournaments.
In the library of the Ravenclaw common room, there are some records of the Triwizard Tournaments two or three hundred years ago, and quite a few people have read them.
The sky was getting darker and darker, and the cold wind made the little wizards shiver. Many little wizards were getting more and more impatient.
"Ah! If I'm not mistaken, the representatives of Beauxbatons have arrived!"
Suddenly, Dumbledore, who was standing with the other professors, said loudly.
This immediately attracted the attention of all the little wizards.
"Where are the people from Beauxbatons?"
The little wizards asked while looking around.
A sixth-year Ravenclaw suddenly pointed to the sky above the Forbidden Forest and shouted loudly:
"Over there!"
He had just heard Ethan say that Beauxbatons was coming on Abraxan horses. Since he had seen Abraxan horses, he naturally knew that they could fly, so they were probably coming from the air, so he was observing the sky.
Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing, and it was a behemoth, rapidly streaking across the night sky, flying towards the castle, gradually getting bigger and bigger.
"It's a dragon!"
The voice seemed to come from the Gryffindor first-years.
"Don't talk nonsense, it's a house flying!"
Indeed, it looked like a house. When the dark behemoth swept over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and was illuminated by the lights from the castle windows, what came into view was a huge powder-blue carriage flying towards them.
It was as big as a house, pulled by twelve winged horses, all of them silver-maned, each horse about the size of an elephant.
Many of the little wizards on the Ravenclaw side immediately knew that this was the Abraxan horse, which was much more marketable than the Thestral.
Before long, the carriage flew lower, descending at an incredibly rapid speed. The students standing in the first three rows hurriedly retreated—then, with a deafening crash, the horses' hooves, each the size of a plate, landed on the ground, shattering the marble floor.
The carriage stopped steadily, the wheels still shaking. The silver-white steeds shook their huge heads, their fiery red eyes rolling around.
Before the little wizards could surround it, the carriage door, which was printed with two golden wands crossed in an X, each with three stars above it, was opened.
A boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the carriage, bent down, groping for something on the floor of the carriage, and then opened a golden spiral staircase.
After doing this, he jumped back respectfully. Everyone only saw a shiny black high-heeled shoe sticking out of the carriage, just the shoe alone was as big as a children's sled, followed by a woman, whose size was definitely rare in the world.
This made the little wizards of Hogwarts instantly think of Hagrid. Could this also be a half-giant?
Otherwise, why would she be taller than Hagrid? She just didn't look as strong, but ordinary adult men were far inferior to her.
And they couldn't withstand her. Besides giants, probably only Hagrid could fight her.
Seeing this, Ethan once again admired Hagrid's father.
If the half-giantess is already like this, wouldn't the pure-blooded ones be even bigger? How did Hagrid's dad manage it back then?
Unfortunately, no one could explain this question to Ethan.
Soon, this enormous woman completely emerged from the carriage.
She had a fairly pretty face, her hair styled back and twisted into a shiny bun at the nape of her neck. She was wrapped from head to toe in a black satin dress, with expensive opals glittering on her neck and thick fingers.
This attire perfectly exemplified what it means to be a wealthy woman.
It's just that not everyone has the ability to take advantage of such a sugar daddy (or mommy, in this case).
As the giantess approached, Dumbledore began to applaud, and the students followed suit, many craning their necks to get a clearer look at the woman.
Her face relaxed into an elegant smile, and she extended a glittering hand towards Dumbledore.
A standard French greeting. Dumbledore naturally knew the etiquette.
However, while Dumbledore was tall, he barely bent down when kissing her hand, making it less than perfect.
"Dear Madam Maxime," Dumbledore said with a smile, "welcome to Hogwarts."
"Dumbledore, I hope you are well."
Madam Maxime said in a low voice.
"Very well, thank you!"
After a few more pleasantries, Madam Maxime casually waved her massive hand behind her.
"My students!"
The young wizards had only been focused on Madam Maxime, after all, she was an unusual figure like Hagrid.
Only then did they notice about twelve or thirteen female students had gotten out of the carriage and were now standing behind Madam Maxime.
That's right, the rumors were true. Everyone who came this time was a girl, and the only boy was the one who opened the door just now.
Judging by their appearance, they were probably around eighteen or nineteen years old, all trembling slightly, prioritizing style over warmth. Moreover, it wasn't appropriate to cast warming charms in public.
This was not surprising. The Scottish Highlands at dusk this time of year are quite cold, and it's normal for it to snow. They only had robes that seemed to be made of delicate silk, and none of them were wearing cloaks.
Among these people, Ethan immediately spotted Fleur, who was secretly waving towards Ethan's direction.
Besides that, he also saw a little dwarf mixed in with the group.
Gabrielle, how did she get here?
Fleur didn't say anything!
Gabrielle didn't say anything either. What was going on?
Fortunately, Gabrielle didn't rush over in front of everyone, otherwise Ethan's reputation at Hogwarts would have taken another hit.
"Has Karkaroff arrived?"
Madam Maxime asked. She had deliberately arrived a little late, mainly because most of the people on her side were girls, so they deserved a little privilege.
"He will be here at any moment."
Dumbledore could only put on a brave face and say that.
Originally, both Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were scheduled to arrive promptly at six o'clock.
Now it was almost seven o'clock, and Beauxbatons had only just arrived. Durmstrang hadn't even sent a message. Who knows when they would arrive.
However, when Dumbledore saw the shivering witches behind Maxime, he immediately said:
"Would you prefer to wait here to welcome him, or would you like to go inside and warm up first?"
"Let's warm up first."
Madam Maxime quickly made a decision. Although she couldn't feel the cold, her students didn't have her constitution.
But she still had concerns:
"But those horses..."
The Abraxan horses were Beauxbatons' signature, and they had to be taken care of.
"Rest assured, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher will be happy to take care of them. He will be back after dealing with a small matter."
Regarding Hagrid, Dumbledore wasn't worried about anything else, but entrusting him with taking care of magical creatures was definitely the right choice.
"Those horses are very fierce and also very strong, this..."
Madam Maxime was somewhat doubtful that the people at Hogwarts could take good care of these Abraxan horses. At Beauxbatons, there were dedicated people to take care of them, and even then, they were often injured.
They weren't docile babies. Anything that might happen had to be clarified in advance, otherwise, whether the Abraxan horses or the Hogwarts Care of Magical Creatures professor got hurt, it wouldn't look good.
"I assure you, Hagrid is perfectly capable of doing this job well."
Dumbledore still had a smile on his face. Any magical creature living in the Forbidden Forest could easily defeat these Abraxan horses.
It would be strange if there were any problems. Besides, Hagrid only had high defense and great strength as his advantages. It was hard to say who would win in a contest of strength between the two.
"That's good. By the way, these horses only drink pure malt whiskey!"
Madam Maxime reminded him again.
After explaining everything, Madam Maxime led her students up the stone steps through a passage cleared by the Hogwarts students.
Chapter 249: Karkaroff's Triumph
The cold wind became more biting. The older students were fine, as they basically all knew warming charms.
But the younger wizards, even wearing wizard robes and hats, were already shivering slightly. The professors had no choice but to cast spells on the younger wizards.
Otherwise, if there was a large-scale cold epidemic tomorrow, not to mention losing face in front of the soon-to-arrive Durmstrang students and the newly arrived Beauxbatons girls.
Even Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let it go. Once such consequences occurred, Dumbledore would definitely be scolded.
Still not here. Making the Hogwarts students wait bitterly for an hour or two. It has to be said, he really has a lot of nerve.
Neither of them took Dumbledore, the highest mountain in the wizarding world, seriously.
Dumbledore was also to blame. If he had used a more forceful approach, would they dare to give him this cold shoulder?
For example, if Voldemort were the headmaster of Hogwarts, would they dare to be late?
They were just betting that Dumbledore wouldn't care about this matter.
In the night sky, the young wizards eagerly looked up at the sky.
