"The most talented young Wizards from all over the world are gathered here. We can't just pretend not to know, can we?"
Antoine said with a smile, "You have your own things to do, and we have ours. As long as we don't interfere with each other, it's fine."
"You all?" Wade raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are there others besides you?"
"Hmm…" Antoine stroked his chin, then suddenly said, "Oh, speaking of that, I just remembered something. Wawerlett has been wanting to borrow your Time-Turner to study it…"
Wade stared at him and sighed, "If you don't want to say, then don't, but I hope you don't cause any trouble at Hogwarts."
"Of course not." Antoine made an exaggerated scared expression and said with a laugh, "This is Albus Dumbledore's territory. I'm just a regular teacher here, just like you look like a regular student."
…
Wade left the empty classroom. As soon as he returned to the main corridor, he heard Moody's angry voice:
"That's right, that's Harry Potter!"
Perhaps it was the name or his loud voice, but many students stopped. Wade leaned against the railing and looked down towards the Entrance Hall.
Durmstrang's Headmaster Karkaroff had Harry cornered at the door. Hearing the commotion, he spun around, looking utterly shocked at Moody striding closer. He stammered, "It's you!"
"It's me." Moody said coldly, "What do you want with Potter, Karkaroff?"
Karkaroff looked at Moody warily, let go of Harry's arm without a word, and quickly left with his students.
Moody waved his hand, signaling the students to continue leaving the Great Hall, but his magical eye followed Karkaroff's steps until it rolled back into his head, leaving only a chilling expanse of white.
Harry had a bewildered expression on his face. Pulled along by Ron, he left. Not long after they walked away, another voice called out from behind—
"Harry… Mr. Harry Potter, please wait!"
A beautiful blonde girl, like a doll, ran through the crowded hall and spoke in English with a strange accent, "Hello, Mr. Potter."
Under the teasing gazes of the surrounding students, Harry gave a somewhat nervous smile and said, "Hello."
"I'm Natalia Petrov from Koldovstoretz. It's a pleasure to meet you." The blonde girl extended her hand gracefully.
"I-I too." Harry stammered, subconsciously glancing at the surrounding corridor.
He was worried that Cho Chang might be among the onlookers nearby, but after scanning the crowd and not finding the beautiful girl, Harry felt a faint sense of disappointment.
"I have to thank you. At the World Cup camp, you saved my mother, Sophia Lebedeva. Do you remember her?" Natalia asked.
"World Cup… camp?" Harry shook his head blankly and said, "I think you might have the wrong person. That night… I was with my friends the whole time. I didn't save anyone."
Natalia's clear blue eyes carefully observed Harry, then looked at his friends beside him, confirming that they probably weren't lying, nor did they have any reason to lie. She felt a strange sense of unease.
Her gaze swept over the lightning-shaped scar on Harry Potter's forehead, and remembering how often Harry appeared in the Streaming Mirror, she confirmed that even in her mother's panic, she wouldn't have mistaken someone else for him.
But she didn't dwell on it. Instead, she smiled and said, "Alright then, maybe my mom got it wrong… Anyway, it's an honor to meet you. Will you be participating in this tournament too?"
"I…" Harry was about to admit it, but after considering his own strength, he stammered, "I'm still thinking about it…"
Not signing up was one thing, but signing up and then not being selected would be a bit embarrassing.
"Well, I'll be participating anyway." The girl smiled generously. "I hope we can be opponents on the field, Harry."
"…Thank you." Harry said, blushing.
At that moment, he truly wished he was the one who had saved her mother at the camp, and even more, he wished he could strip Michael of his eloquence and put it on himself, so he wouldn't be like a clumsy, foolish idiot.
[Natalia!] A girl shouted in Russian, [Hurry up, we need to go back to the fortress!]
[Okay, coming!] Natalia responded, waved goodbye to Harry and the others, and turned to run towards her companions.
In that direction, a dozen handsome, tall boys and girls were waiting for Natalia. Someone even pointed at Harry, as if referring to the scar on his forehead.
Harry ruffled his hair, feeling his face burning up.
…
[Natalia, is that little boy the one who saved your mom?] A bright-eyed, white-toothed girl asked curiously.
[He said he wasn't.] Natalia shrugged. [I think I might have the wrong person.]
[What about the other person you wanted to see? Did you find him?]
[I didn't see Wade Gray, but as long as he's at school, I'm bound to run into him, right?] Natalia said with a smile. [If I get the chance, I'd like to discuss Alchemy with him.]
…
The next morning, Wade woke up and opened his window to see a few new additions to the familiar landscape.
Besides Durmstrang's ship docked by the Black Lake, the other schools' carriages were parked on the grass. From above, tiny, beetle-like figures moved in and out of the carriages.
As for the Pegasus, elephants, and three-headed dragons, Hagrid had arranged them in several distant enclosures. The three-headed dragon must have had a shrinking Magic cast on it, as its current size looked similar to an Abraxan. Some students were curiously gathered around.
And the towering Hagrid, even from above, looked exceptionally large. He was carrying a huge barrel of mead and walking towards the Abraxan enclosure.
Wade got ready, took out his Broom, and flew straight out the window, landing on the ground a few seconds later.
Ilvermorny students were walking in twos and threes across the grass towards the castle. Some had pets with them, others held Wands, occasionally waving them.
Wade casually followed them into the Great Hall. A black-haired girl saw him descend from the sky, so she fell back a few steps and walked up to Wade.
"Hello, I'm Serafina Picquery, a Seeker from Ilvermorny's Wampus House." The girl extended her hand and said, "Are you a member of the Hogwarts Quidditch team?"
"I'm not. I just couldn't be bothered to climb the stairs." Wade shook her hand and said casually.
The girl blinked. "You're not on the team? You actually fly very well. May I know your name?"
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