Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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"It's a dragon!"

A first-year freshman screamed with excitement as he looked at the dark shadow in the sky in the distance.

"Don't be silly...that's a house flying, a flying house!" Dennis Creevey said.

Dennis' guess seems to be closer.

When the dark behemoth swept over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, illuminated by the lights of the castle windows.

They saw that a huge powder blue carriage was flying towards them.

As expected of the means of transportation in the wizarding world, the carriage was the size of a house.

Twelve flying horses with wings on their backs, silver-white hair, and red-eyed eyes pulled it into the air in front of them, like the car of the gods in ancient Greek mythology, descending into the world.

"I'm not mistaken, is this a Pegasus that has been extinct for thousands of years? I've only seen this magical animal in books!"

A sixth-grade little wizard rubbed his eyes vigorously, his voice trembling with excitement.

Hearing his words, the surrounding little wizards looked at the huge carriage above their heads in disbelief.

Only Hermione curled her lips in disdain, "What Pegasus, this is clearly a rune horse!"

Her voice was not loud, but it was just enough for everyone around her to hear.

"They're just a cross between a fantastic species of Pegasus and a giant American horse. Not only are they expensive to raise, but they don't have the magic of Pegasus.

There's no use at all other than being able to fly. "

The carriage was still circling over Hogwarts Castle at this time, as if showing off.

After dozens of seconds, the carriage flew lower and landed at an extremely fast speed.

Looking at the carriage that was flying low, the little wizards standing in the first three rows hurried back to make room for the carriage.

Then, an earth-shattering loud noise was heard, and the ground beneath Clark and the others shook, and the Pegasus, together with the huge carriage, stopped firmly in front of them.

It was so close that the little wizards were surprised to find that those pegasus were about the size of an elephant.

Just the hooves of the horses they stepped on the ground are as thick as the thighs of the little wizard, and they look extraordinarily majestic.

With such a Pegasus as a reference, the carriage dragging behind it doesn't look so exaggerated.

Although it is a little bigger than Hagrid's cabin, it looks very delicate in appearance. The whole is dominated by gold and white, and it is full of French romanticism.

Harry and the others had barely had time to see a coat of arms (two golden criss-crossed wands, each with three stars), when the door opened from the inside out.

A boy in a light blue Beauxbatons robe jumped out of the carriage, bent over, groped for something on the floor of the carriage, and opened a golden spiral staircase.

He took a step back respectfully, and the next moment, a shiny black high-heeled shoe was sticking out of the carriage.

Many of the little wizards present gasped, and some even turned their heads secretly to look at Hagrid who was standing among the teachers.

All because the shoes sticking out of the carriage were at least the size of children's sleds.

From this, we can see what kind of physique the owner of the shoes should have.

And it's true, the woman who came out of the carriage can be said to be the largest woman the Hogwarts students have ever seen in their lives.

From their point of view, she was definitely over three meters tall, wrapped in a black satin robe from head to toe, almost no different from Hagrid.

In this way, the reason why the carriage is so large is self-evident.

At this moment, the tall woman had reached the bottom of the steps and was turning around to look at the waiting crowd with wide eyes.

The soft light from the hallway shone on her face, and it was only now that everyone could see her face completely.

Contrary to that tall and burly figure, she has a very handsome olive-colored face.

The long, smooth brown hair was combed back and tied into a shiny bun at the base of the neck.

On the pointed nose, in the pair of dark and watery eyes, there is a wise look, and it is not a simple person at first glance.

Sure enough, Headmaster Dumbledore, who was standing at the forefront, had already started to applaud.

The classmates behind him naturally clapped their hands, and many stood on tiptoe, trying to see the woman more clearly.

In the face of such a warm welcome, the woman's originally serious face relaxed, and an elegant smile bloomed.

She held out a gleaming hand and walked towards Dumbledore.

It can be seen that her thick fingers are covered with gemstone rings that shine with luxurious light, which echoes the string of pearl necklaces around her neck, which together form a magical aura shrouded in her body.

Compared with her, Headmaster Dumbledore has become a plain old country man.

Fortunately, Dumbledore didn't care about this kind of thing.

He has long since left the stage of relying on foreign objects to show his sense of existence. Now, even if he stands there quietly, no one can ignore him.

"Dear Lady Maxime," said Dumbledore kindly, "Welcome to Hogwarts, and I hope this time will give you pleasant memories."

"Excuse me, Dumbledore," said Madame Maxime in a low voice. "I haven't seen you for a few months, and I hope you are all well."

"Thank you, ma'am," said Dumbledore, smiling. "These children have given me so much energy that I feel like I can be headmaster for a few more years."

"Yes, they are really excellent," Mrs. Maxime's eyes swept across the faces of Clark and others, "by the way, and my students, you must have not seen them."

Saying that, she waved a huge hand casually behind her.

Only then did everyone notice that about a dozen or three male and female students had already disembarked from the carriage.

But they had just stood behind Madame Maxime, hidden in the huge shadow she cast.

These students from the Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were probably around eighteen or nineteen years old, with their shoulders shrunken and their bodies trembling slightly.

This is not surprising, because at the end of this cold October in Scotland, they are still wearing delicate silk robes, and no one is wearing a cape.

There are only a few who just wrap their heads in scarves or headscarves.

"Is Karkaroff here?" Madame Maxime didn't seem to notice that her student was too cold, looking at Dumbledore and asked.

"He will come at any time," said Dumbledore. "Would you rather be here and wait to meet him, or would you rather go ahead and warm up?"

"Let's warm up," said Madame Maxime hesitantly, "but those horses—"

"Our teacher who protects magical creatures will be happy to take care of them," Dumbledore said with certainty, and Hagrid, who was standing in the crowd, also puffed out his chest.

"My steed needs—well—strong people to take care of—"

Madame Maxime couldn't go on in the middle of her words. Obviously, she saw Hagrid's figure and was taken aback by his taller than herself.

"They're very temperamental... well, I think he might be able to do the job well," Madame Maxime bowed slightly. "By the way, please tell him that these horses only drink single malt whisky."

"I'll take care of it," said Dumbledore, bowing too.

"Come on," Madame Maxime said solemnly to her students.

So the Hogwarts crowd stepped aside to let her and her pupils walk up the stone steps.

After all Beauxbatons had entered the castle, the conversation shifted to Durmstrang.

"How big do you think Durmstrang's horse will be?" Seamus Finnigan leaned over and asked Harry and Ron across Lavender and Parvati.

"Well, if they were bigger than these horses, I'm afraid even Hagrid wouldn't be able to play with them," said Harry.

"How is that possible," Hermione said disapprovingly. "Durmstrong doesn't necessarily have a rune horse."

In a low voice, she explained the origin of the rune horses, their rarity, and the cost of raising them, etc. to a few people around her, causing the little wizards to be amazed again.

Clark also laughed aside, "Look at it, Durmstrang's way of appearing will definitely be very interesting."

Everyone stood there, continuing to wait for the arrival of the Durmstrang delegation.

Another ten minutes passed, and everyone was shivering slightly from the cold.

Most people looked up at the sky eagerly.

There was silence for a while, because the temperature was too cold, and everyone had no interest in talking, only the sound of Madame Maxime's giant horse snorting and stomping its hooves.

Just when they waited impatiently—

Suddenly, Ginny asked, "Did you hear anything?"

The people around were about to shake their heads, but soon, they all heard it.

A very loud and strange voice floated towards them from the darkness:

It was a muffled rumbling and sucking sound, like a giant vacuum was slowly approaching along the riverbed...

"In the lake!" Lee Jordan shouted, pointing to the lake. "Look at that lake!"

They stood on the sloping lawn in front of the castle gate, just so they could clearly see the calm black lake.

At this moment, the lake surface that was like a black gem suddenly became no longer calm.

There was a commotion under the water in the middle of the lake, and huge waves rose above the water.

Waves hit the wet lake shore, and then, right in the middle of the lake, a large whirlpool appeared, as if a huge plug was suddenly pulled out from the bottom of the lake...

Everyone held their breath, watching a long dark pole slowly rise from the whirlpool, followed by sails and rigging...

"It's a mast!" Ron exclaimed.

He was right, and saw an ancient ship with sails coming up from under the icy raging waves.

First the black prow with carved skulls, then the sea-soaked black deck, crawling with shells and barnacles, and finally the dimly gleaming portholes that looked like ghostly eyes.

Finally, with the sound of splashing water, the big boat came out completely, and the dark red deer heads and golden two-headed birds embroidered on the sails glittered in the moonlight.

"Is that... a ghost ship?"

Harry stared at the ship, which appeared to belong to centuries ago, his mouth shut in surprise.

The little wizard who performed like him was not the only one at the scene.

"It's okay if you understand that."

Clark looked at the big ship that was approaching the shore in the distance.

"Drmstrang's fleet of ghost ships is well known throughout the supernatural world.

They first belonged to the spice shipping fleets of Portugal or Spain in the Age of Great Navigation.

The Bulgarian witch Nelida Vokanova at the time, the founder of Durmstrang, attacked them by magic in the waters off Scandinavia.

These ships were then captured by the dark wizards led by the witch Nelida Vokanova, who used magic to transform them and formed the frightening ghost ship fleet at that time.

As for the gold carried on the ships, it was used to build Durmstrang's castle and Quidditch pitch.

And what you are seeing now is the flagship flagship of the Ghost Fleet - the Flying Dutchman! "

"Ghost fleet..."

"Flying Dutchman..."

The little wizards around murmured this special term that seems to be only read in the novels of ghosts.

"Are their crews all living dead? They fought sea monsters in the deep sea? These aren't myths, they're all true?"

"Of course, until now, the legend of the Flying Dutchman is still circulating among Muggles.

It is said that when the Ghost Fleet was at its peak, there were hundreds of unkillable undead pirates composed of wraiths and corpses on this ship. "

Clark said.

"As for the sea monsters... as far as I've heard rumors, about a thousand years ago, when the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was established, Nelida Vokanova sent a young kraken to her. A gift of congratulations to Hogwarts~www.readwn.com~ That thing was later raised in the Black Lake, and the big octopus you saw in the lake might be its descendant."

As they spoke, Durmstrang's ghost ship, the Flying Dutchman, had docked.

With a thud, an iron anchor was thrown into the shallow water, and then with another thud, a plank was placed on the shore of the lake.

Through the silhouette of the lights on the porthole, it could be seen that the people on board were going ashore.

Those shadows were all burly, stronger than Neville, who was now a warrior.

However, when they got closer and walked along the lawn into the light cast by the foyer, they realized that the reason why these Durmstrang students looked huge was only because they were wearing thick clothes. Thick fur cloak.

The thick robe with unkempt fur on the collar wrapped around them, from a distance, it looked like a big bear standing upright.

"It must be cold in there!"

Hermione looked at the sight and made her own conclusion.