Batman's Owl Godfather - Chapter 294

c290 Welcome dinner

So fast!

Bruce thought it would take a while for representatives from other schools to arrive, but he didn’t expect it to be so soon.

The whole castle became busy instantly, and people were excited.

When Bruce went downstairs for breakfast the next day, he found that the auditorium had been decorated overnight.

Huge silk banners hung on the walls, each one representing a house of Hogwarts. Behind the staff desk hung the largest banner, bearing the crests of Hogwarts: lion, eagle, badger, Snakes joined together, surrounding a large letter H.

On this day, the air was filled with a joyful mood of anticipation. For the students, every moment was extremely painful.

Finally at night, Bruce entered the auditorium and found countless owls flying overhead. A group of choir students, each holding a big toad, were undergoing final rehearsals.

Next to this group of student choirs is the Owl Chorus in formal uniforms.

Katum was wearing a tuxedo, holding a baton, and was hitting a little owl on the head.

“What are you doing?” Bruce walked over and asked.

“Don’t talk to me, it’s really pissing me off.”

Katum cursed and poked the forehead of the little owl in front of him, “It’s just a few lyrics, but you still can’t remember them!”

The little owl shrank its neck and did not dare to say a word.

Finally, after Katum finished criticizing all the owls one by one, he followed Bruce back to Hufflepuff’s long table.

“What a bunch of idiots!” he was still sulking.

Bruce knew what was going on, and Katum also had a whim. Seeing how busy the castle was, he wanted to take the boys out and have a whole chorus show.

But that group of owls probably really didn’t have any talent for singing choruses. The combination of a group of cooing sounds was like announcing a funeral.

I wonder if there will be any misunderstandings when other schools coming later hear this kind of welcoming music.

“Okay, don’t be angry.”

Bruce patted Katum on the back and said, “You look so miserable, it looks more like mourning.”

“Shut up!”

Not long after, the hall was filled with people, and some students were organized by their prefects to greet the school delegation outside the castle.

Bruce sat in the hall, listening to the chatter around him.

He knew how the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang schools would arrive, with their carriages and giant ships, presumably making a carefully planned appearance.

But what about the other four schools?

That’s what Bruce is focused on now.

Soon, a burst of exclamation came, and the students in the hall stood up and scrambled to look outside.

Sure enough, just like in the original work, a giant pink-blue carriage pulled by twelve silver-maned horses flew over. It was the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic from France.

Immediately afterwards, a large ship rose from the Black Lake, and Durmstrang College also came.

When the two houses appeared, they caused a commotion among the students of Hogwarts. Dumbledore led the teachers to greet them, and the delegations from the two schools took their seats.

“It seems we are the first.” Beauxbatons’ principal, Madame Maxime, said in a deep voice.

She was a very tall woman. Dumbledore’s height only reached her waist. According to her own words, she grew up this way simply because her frame was naturally larger.

“You Bubbaston are indeed impeccable in your etiquette.”

Durmstrang’s principal, Karkaroff, smiled and said, “But we didn’t do a bad job.”

Karkaroff is a tall and thin man with three-dimensional features and a smile on his face, showing his yellowed teeth.

But behind that smile, Bruce could clearly see the undisguised indifference in Karkaroff’s eyes.

This is still two-faced.

“I don’t know who will come next,” Dumbledore said.

Soon the answer was revealed.

Suddenly, a breeze blew from afar, mixed with desolate and lonely music, like the melody of guzheng and bamboo flute, melodious and mysterious.

A magic circle of six-pointed stars suddenly appeared outside the castle, like a door, and a white flag poked out of the magic circle.

Immediately afterwards, more and more people walked out of the magic circle.

You can tell right away from the costumes that this is a magical place from Japan.

The students were dressed in traditional Japanese costumes, the boys were wearing black hunting clothes, and the girls were dressed as witches in white clothes and naked clothes.

They all wore special wooden clogs under their feet. Every time they took a step, the wooden clogs collided with the ground and made a crisp sound.

“Tsk, tsk.”

Katum suddenly said, “Why do you look like you’re here for a funeral?”

“Don’t talk nonsense.” Bruce scolded in a low voice.

The teachers and students of the magic institute entered the castle. At this moment, many paper cranes rose in their ranks. Those paper cranes shone softly and flew in the castle.

A paper crane flew next to Katum, and the owl flew up and trampled the paper crane under its feet.

“They still say I’m talking nonsense.” Katum said dissatisfied, “Look, they are starting to throw paper money.”

Bruce was keenly aware that this guy’s dissatisfaction was actually completely fake.

Katum is happy now.

The funeral choir he prepared finally came into use.

At this time, the principal of the magic institute was walking at the front of the team. He was wearing a black hunting coat and a black hat, with a knife and wand hung between his belts. He was dressed in a very standard Onmyoji style.

The headmaster seemed to be an extremely serious person, and he remained unsmiling in the face of Dumbledore’s warm welcome.

“Welcome, Mr. Ashiya, welcome to Hogwarts!”

“Looks like we’re late. I’m really sorry.”

Ashiya Michio shook hands with Dumbledore. This was the only non-Japanese etiquette he could accept. As for hugs or face-to-face kisses, he couldn’t accept them at all.

“It’s not too late, it’s not too late!” Dumbledore said with a smile, “There are still three schools that have not arrived yet.”

Ashiya Michio nodded and took a seat under the guidance of Dumbledore.

The witches at the witch house were sitting at the long Hufflepuff table. Bruce could feel the classmates around him poking their heads, extremely interested in this kind of witch from the east.

Katum walked from the table to the other end, raised a wing, and greeted a little witch.

“How many bucks are you deducting!”

Bruce heard the owl say this in broken Japanese.

The little miko had never seen such an owl before, and she was a little scared and leaned on the senior sister on the other side.

“Stop scaring others here!”

Bruce pulled Katum back and said dissatisfiedly, “Didn’t you just dismiss the Japanese wizards?”

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“Are Japanese wizards and Japanese women the same thing?” Katum said, squinting.

Bruce completely lost his temper at his confident appearance.

About a while later, the Ouagadougou School of Magic in Africa and the Castrobushe School of Magic in South America also came.

The students of Ouagadougou are a group of strong wizards wearing animal skin costumes. Their style is completely inconsistent with the European-style castle of Hogwarts.

Their arms were bare, and their dark muscles were daubed with colorful paints, which formed mysterious tribal totems.

They held huge bone staffs in their hands, beating the ground while dancing, chanting ancient spells in their mouths. The drums were like the heartbeat of the earth, full of power.

Katum once watched a video of Maori war dance on the Internet. The nagging feeling was similar to this one.

The style of the Castrobuše Magic Academy is even more unique.

The students from South America wore exaggerated feather headdresses, and the girls wore dance skirts studded with gems and sequins, as if they had just arrived in a hurry after attending the carnival.

When they appeared, they were riding a strange skateboard, gliding all the way from the sky.

Later, Bruce learned that the name of this kind of skateboard was the Rainforest Flying Frog Skateboard.

The bottom of the skateboard has four structures similar to frog webs, which are made of elastic magic rubber and can be turned into wheels, springs or even gliders, making it smooth on any terrain.

The two schools arrived at the same time, and Dumbledore welcomed the two principals to their seats.

He whispered to several principals, then stood up and announced to everyone.

“Everyone, I just got news that Ilvermorny College has encountered something… something, and I can’t make it today.”

He blinked, “This is indeed a bit unexpected, but it doesn’t matter, at least our dinner can start earlier!”

“After the banquet, the tournament will begin.” Dumbledore said, “I now invite everyone to eat and drink as much as you would at home!”

There was a sudden murmur at the scene, wondering what was going on in Ilvermorny.

Are they abstaining or what?

“It’s so rude that the American Magic School would do this.”

Katum suddenly said, “Bruce, as an American, don’t you want to comment on this?”

“What’s there to comment on?”

Bruce shook his head. What does the matter in Ilvermorny have to do with him? Don’t just get involved in it just because everyone is from the United States, okay?

The United States is obviously not a one-world America.

The dinner party started, but everyone was obviously not in the mood for eating and drinking. They were all thinking about what would happen after the dinner.

But one thing has to be said.

Today is the most sumptuous dinner in the history of Hogwarts.

Because it’s French cuisine.

…

After the dinner, Dumbledore stood up again, and an atmosphere of excitement and tension spread in the auditorium.

The old headmaster began to explain the rules of the Seven Wizards Tournament, and under everyone’s expectant eyes, he took out a rough wooden goblet from the box Filch was holding.

“We will have a total of four games over the next year.”

Dumbledore said, “The brave men participating in the competition will be selected by this referee!”

He placed the goblet in the most eye-catching position, with the blue flame burning brightly in the goblet.

“Every student who wants to be a warrior must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet,”

Dumbledore said, “Those who are interested in becoming a warrior can register within twenty-four hours. Tomorrow night, the Goblet will select the names of the students it thinks best represent the seven schools.

“In order to prevent students who are not old enough to withstand the temptation, I will draw an age line around it. No one under the age of seventeen can cross this age line.”

“Pfft.”

Katum suddenly laughed.

This so-called age line is actually useless at all, because Dumbledore himself knows that there is a huge loophole here.

You can ask an older classmate to help you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire.

For example now——

Katum looked at the long table of Ravenclaw, where Ravenna was concentrating on the blue pudding in front of her.

A woman over a thousand years old, she must be old enough.