Chapter 509 It’s Taylor (Happy New Year!)

Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Sirius starting to move.

But then he noticed that Tyler was not at the Ravenclaw table, and he hadn't even come in.

'Strange, where is he? '

Harry looked around in confusion, but couldn't find him.

Fortunately, he had told Sirius that it would be best if Tyler signed on the spot, otherwise it would be difficult to explain to the students of Durmstrang.

But at this moment, no faculty or staff came, and there were only students in the hall.

Instead, students from the three schools came, hesitating about where to sit.

Harry saw Ron sitting far away at the table near the door, looking at him with pitiful eyes - obviously hoping that he could bring the good news over quickly.

And Krum and the others were still waiting there, with no intention of sitting down, and were obviously waiting for him to get something.

The students of Beauxbatons were more generous. They all squeezed to the table of Ravenclaw, while the students of Kodostorize hesitated after the students of Beauxbatons made their choices and went to the Hufflepuffs, who were always good people.

Harry noticed that many people from Slytherin came out to invite Krum and his friends. It was obvious that many Slytherin students became interested when they saw their spiritual alma mater.

This statement seemed to be made by the twins when they were arguing. The attack was very effective because many Slytherins wanted to go to the absolutely pure-blood Durmstrang before entering school.

But it was obvious that those people were still waiting for his deal. Harry had to stop watching the fun and looked around again.

Taylor hadn't come yet, but Filch was working hard to carry chairs at the staff table. Filch was wearing his tuxedo and moved a bunch of chairs over and was arranging them.

'What's going on? So many guests? '

Harry was very curious, but he didn't have more time to think about it. He had to find Taylor.

Fortunately, Taylor finally showed up, but his expression was not right. Sirius went over and whispered to him. Harry only saw Taylor hesitated after a few words of discussion, and then found a nearby seat and took out parchment and quill from his bag (how did he put it in? Harry thought so, but soon ignored it.).

‘It’s finally started... I don’t have to worry about Ron now. ’

Obviously, Krum and the others also noticed this.

Under the gaze of many people, Taylor wrote quickly on the parchment, then gently tapped the parchment with his wand, and then handed it to Sirius.

Soon, these papers were handed to Harry by Sirius.

“You are great, Sirius!”

Harry just took a look and praised.

The parchment was not just a simple signature, but also a small blessing, and it was even slightly reinforced by Transfiguration. Although it was not permanent, it could greatly extend its storage time!

Sirius smiled with a smile of "I'm all for you", then turned and walked towards the staff table.

Harry quickly took the signature and blessing paper and returned to his seat - the impatient Hans had already come.

He brought Krum's hat and a stack of autographed photos as promised. Ron's expression at this moment was exactly the same as the day he picked up the gold coin at the Quidditch World Cup, and he was even happier than then.

But what made Ron happier was still to come. The students from Durmstrang sat directly at the Gryffindor table. After whispering a few words to Krum, Hans handed his cane to Krum and then stuffed the cane to Ron.

"Gift, thank you very much," Hans panted, his pronunciation even weirder, "It's great."

"Do you like Taylor very much?"

Harry asked curiously.

"Of course, he is the greatest wizard of the younger generation."

Hans said as a matter of course, "That's Mr. Taylor."

The greatest wizard of the younger generation?

This was the first time Harry heard such a statement, but none of the Durmstrang students sitting at the Gryffindor table felt strange about it. They even nodded when Hans said it, as if what Hans said was common sense.

"Do you all think so?"

Lee Jordan squeezed over. He came here after smelling Krum's scent. "Does your headmaster know?"

"Of course, Headmaster Karkaroff knows. He said that Mr. Taylor is an amazing wizard and has the most powerful power in another sense."

Hans nodded very seriously. He probably practiced this sentence many times in advance and said it more skillfully than normal speaking.

And it was obvious that he was not the only one who thought so. Harry even saw Krum nodded.

The expressions on the faces of the students at the Gryffindor table suddenly became strange - was it too inappropriate to mention the nickname of the Cold Ripper at this time?

But the low exclamation from the other side directly attracted everyone's attention away from the conversation.

Harry couldn't help but turn his head to look over. A sturdy old wizard appeared in front of the staff table at this moment - but his size was obviously not the reason why the students exclaimed.

The real reason was that when the sturdy old wizard approached the table, all the wizards there saluted very seriously with respect, even Dumbledore was no exception.

'Who is it? '

Harry was surprised when he saw Dumbledore trying to get him to the main seat. Although he insisted on sitting at the edge, it was only after Dumbledore tried several times that he seemed to lose his temper and gave up.

"Do you know that wizard?"

Harry asked Hans, who was closest to him, curiously.

"I don't know. This is the first time we've met."

Hans answered, and began to search the faces of students from other schools, but found nothing.

Harry also looked, and he soon noticed something strange.

In Ravenclaw, all the students of Beauxbatons were standing - those students were sitting there not long ago.

'Is it because the headmaster is here? '

Harry thought curiously, but was not sure, but soon, his attention was drawn away by Hans.

"Over there, look!"

Hans reminded everyone in a slightly higher voice.

Harry looked in the direction he pointed, and then he was stunned.

What did he see?

He looked at Ron in confusion, and saw the same confusion on Ron's face.

‘It must be an illusion…’

He looked again, but it wasn’t. There was someone who shouldn’t be there at the staff table. The central figure of the topic they were talking about was there.