With extraordinary comprehension, I built a floating city at Hogwarts.

Page 280

“Dumbledore,” Mrs. Maxime said in a low voice, “I hope you are well.”

Then, her gaze shifted to Levin, who was at the very bottom of the crowd. "And you, Mr. Levin Green, it's a pleasure to meet you."

At times like these, Levin's prestige advantage becomes apparent.

Of all the people at Hogwarts, besides Dumbledore, he was the only one Mrs. Maxim paid the most attention to.

“Me too, Mrs. Maxim,” Levin said politely. “On behalf of the students of Hogwarts, I welcome you.”

Chapter 305 The Hibiscus Sisters and Durmstrang

After Mrs. Maxime, the young wizards' attention was drawn to the young wizards from Beauxbatons.

To be precise, it was someone from Beauxbatons' team.

She was an incomparably beautiful silver-haired girl; her pair of shimmering, silver-blue eyes seemed to possess a magical power.

Every boy present felt as if their heart had been struck a blow the moment they saw her. Their expressions froze, they groaned meaninglessly, and then they couldn't take their eyes off her.

When the silver-haired girl looked at the young wizards at Hogwarts, a bright, sunflower-like smile immediately bloomed on her face, and she waved as she walked towards them.

"Oh my god! She's saying hello to me!"

Not far behind Levin, a Slytherin boy with freckles on his face said excitedly.

This remark quickly drew the ire of the surrounding boys.

They argued and shoved each other, finally separating awkwardly under Snape's icy gaze.

Then they realized they had become the clowns.

The girl rushed straight up to Levin.

Levin felt a fragrant breeze waft over him, and then he was tightly embraced by a soft body.

"It's great, Levin, I'm so glad to see you again."

After saying that, she ignored Dumbledore and Maxim standing nearby and passionately kissed him.

"hiss!"

The Hogwarts students behind him all gasped in shock.

Everyone could see Fleur's beauty, and quite a few young wizards had already decided to win her over to bring glory to Hogwarts.

To everyone's surprise, Fleur immediately threw herself into Levin's arms, and the two of them started kissing passionately, oblivious to everyone else (in fact, it was Levin who was forcibly kissed).

"Beast!"

Someone said it through gritted teeth, and everyone nodded in agreement.

The prettiest little witches in the school all fawned over him, which was bad enough, but why did the prettiest girl in Beauxbatons also fall for him?

Why does he get all the good things?

While all the boys were indignant, Cho Chang and Hermione behind them were also experiencing heaving chests.

They should have realized on World Cup day that this was a formidable opponent.

At the time, they thought that they were just strangers who would never meet again, so they did not raise any suspicion.

To my surprise, someone came chasing after me all the way from France.

What if this mixed-race Veela bewitches Levin so much that he loses all sense of direction? Wouldn't they be in danger?

At this moment, the two little witches felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

Astoria, who was behind them, was also sulking, and even Ginny frowned.

Only Luna remained calm and composed.

Astoria asked curiously, "Why aren't you in a hurry at all?"

Luna put down the airship Li in her hand and looked at Astoria with a strange look. "It was just a kiss. A boyfriend is still a boyfriend."

You have such a positive outlook.

Astoria and Ginny exchanged a glance, speechless.

It took Levin a lot of effort to push Fleur away; her enthusiasm made the boy feel uneasy.

He could already sense several murderous auras coming from behind him.

He has always managed his love life very well, and all his relationships have been going smoothly.

Unexpectedly, he was hit by Furong's head suck, and the chaotic scene unfolded unexpectedly.

"Levin, it's been months, have you missed me?" (Chuan?)

Even after being pushed away, Fleur still clung tightly to Levin's arm, gripping his biceps, her large blue eyes fixed on the boy.

“No, we’ve only met once.” Levin shook his head expressionlessly, seemingly trying to dissuade her.

But Fleur Delacour seemed completely unconcerned, saying to herself, "It's okay, I miss you."

Just then, another girl in Beauxbatons' group ran towards Levin.

Like Hibiscus, she had beautiful silver hair and blue eyes, but she was much shorter than Hibiscus, like a smaller version of her. She also exuded a unique charm that was second only to Hibiscus, giving people a youthful attraction.

The girl's appearance caused the boys at Hogwarts to sigh again.

Another beautiful girl... except this one has a bit of a problem.

The girl approached Levin and asked curiously, "Are you Levin Green? Thank you for saving my grandfather. My sister has been thinking about you for the past two months."

She thought the boy in front of her was indeed very handsome, and he exuded a strange attraction.

Sure enough, my sister has excellent taste.

“This is my sister, Gabrielle,” Fleur said, patting the girl’s head. “She’s only in first grade.”

“Hello, Gabrielle,” Levin greeted her.

"So, are you going to be my sister's boyfriend?" The girl tilted her head, speaking with a precocious air, "There are tons of guys chasing after my sister in Beauxbatons, you'd better hurry up."

“But I’ve only met your sister once before,” Levin replied, finding Gabrielle amusing.

"I see?" Gabrielle nodded as if she understood, then she suddenly said, "Since you're not my brother-in-law yet, can you wait for me, Gabrielle? When I grow up, you can be my boyfriend."

"Gabrielle!"

Before Levin could speak, Fleur interrupted her immediately.

"Hehe, my sister's angry." Gabrielle quickly ran away, not forgetting to turn back and remind Levin, "Big brother Levin, you must wait for Gabrielle."

“I’m sorry, Gabrielle was just joking, please don’t take it seriously,” Fleur said apologetically to Levin. “Gabrielle just likes to joke.”

“Your sister is quite interesting.” Levin smiled slightly.

“Did you hear that?” Hermione suddenly spoke up, interrupting their conversation.

Levin nodded and listened attentively.

A loud, strange sound drifted toward them from the darkness: a suppressed rumble and sucking sound, like a giant vacuum cleaner moving along the riverbed…

“There’s something in the lake!” Zhang Qiu stepped forward, grabbed Levin’s other arm, and confronted Furong.

She would never have done this in public before.

Levin suddenly felt that it might be a good thing to provoke them with a hibiscus.

At this moment, the calm surface of Black Lake began to show abnormalities.

A disturbance arose underwater in the middle of the lake, huge splashes of water rose to the surface, and waves crashed against the damp shore—then, right in the center of the lake, a large whirlpool appeared, as if a giant plug had suddenly been pulled from the bottom of the lake…

A long, dark, pole-like object slowly rose from the whirlpool... and then Harry saw the sails and rigging...

"That's... a mast?" Hibiscus covered her mouth.

Slowly and majestically, the large ship rose above the water, gleaming in the moonlight.

Its appearance was bizarre, like a skeleton, as if it were the remains of a shipwreck that had just been salvaged. The portholes flickered with a dim, misty light, looking like the eyes of a ghost.

Finally, with a splash, the large ship emerged completely, bobbing on the undulating water, and began to sail towards the lake shore.

A moment later, they heard a splash as an anchor was thrown into the shallow water, followed by a snap as a plank was laid on the lake shore.

Many exceptionally large wizards disembarked from the ship. As they approached, it became clear that their enormous size was due to the tangled, tangled fur cloaks they wore. Unlike the elegant Beauxbatons from before, they marched in orderly formations, resembling an army.

However, the man who led them to the castle wore a different kind of fur: silver-white, soft and smooth, much like his hair.

"Dumbledore!" the man called out enthusiastically as he walked up the slope. "How are you, my dear old friend?"

“Excellent, thank you, Professor Karkaroff,” Dumbledore replied.

Karkaroff's voice was smooth, sweet, and mellow.

“My dear old friend, Hogwarts,” he said, looking up at the castle with a smile. “It’s so good to be here, so good… Viktor, come here and warm up… You don’t mind, Dumbledore? Viktor has caught a bit of a cold…”

A boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old emerged from Durmstrang's students. He looked quite robust, and the cloak he wore bore the emblem of the Bulgarian national team.

The young wizards began whispering again, for they recognized him as Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker from the Quidditch World Cup a few years ago.

They never expected that this brilliant Seeker was actually a Durmstrang student.

The young wizards in Beauxbatons gasped in surprise, and several students even pulled out lipsticks, markers, and other items to ask for autographs.

After meeting Levin, they tried to get his autograph. One bold girl even took out her lipstick and asked Levin to sign it on her dress.

The location was indeed a formal gown, but the girl was pointing to her chest.

In the end, it was Hibiscus who drove her away.

This made Mrs. Maxim feel embarrassed.

In contrast, the young wizards at Hogwarts performed much better.

For them, Krum's arrival was nothing to be surprised about; he was just a world-class Quidditch player.

There are two players at Hogwarts who are even better than him—one of whom is standing right in front of them.

Krum's thick eyebrows furrowed, and his gaze was fixed on Levin without any attempt to conceal it, especially when he saw that Levin's arms were tightly held by a beautiful girl, and Hermione was standing next to him.

This guy was such a womanizer at Hogwarts, so why is Hermione...?

Krum felt he was becoming somewhat depressed.

On the other side, Karkaroff's face turned somewhat gloomy. He had deliberately brought Krum out to give Hogwarts a hard time, but the crowd's reaction did not achieve the effect he expected.