Chapter 343: Senior from Alma Mater and Junior from Transfer School
Krum sat at the front of them, concentrating on his meal. The boys around him, who were wearing heavy cloaks, looked around and finally, at the same time, saw Julius not far away.
Their eyes were blank for a few seconds.
The Durmstrang students looked surprised, exchanged glances and whispered to each other.
The way they looked at Julius was full of surprise, confusion, and even... a little bit of uneasiness.
They seemed unable to accept that the boy in front of them was the sickly, withdrawn and gloomy junior at Durmstrang.
Julius now has a very different temperament.
He sat at the Slytherin table, his eyes calm, a proper smile on his lips, elegant manners, and a calm aura. He was far from the weak boy they remembered, and even the madness he once revealed had been completely covered up.
It's so weird.
Amanta quietly observed the students from Durmstrang out of the corner of her eye. They were whispering to each other, their eyes moving back and forth uncertainly.
Krum seemed to have noticed their whispering and frowned.
"Don't talk about others and eat." He whispered to stop them in a thick Eastern European accent.
The students at Durmstrang immediately quieted down, but they still looked at Julius with confusion.
Krum hesitated for a moment, then stood up and walked towards Julius.
The conversations around them couldn't help but pause, and many people looked up, their eyes focused on them.
Draco put down his silver fork and raised an eyebrow.
"See, I told you there was something fishy going on with Hoffman."
Harry still had the roasted chicken leg in his mouth, chewing slowly, and after hearing what Draco said, he couldn't help but look up, his eyes moving back and forth between the two of them.
Amanta also looked at them, observing their reactions.
Krum stood opposite Julius and looked at him cautiously: "Julius...is it really you?"
Julius raised his head and met Krum's gaze.
He gave a polite smile: "It's me, Senior Krum."
Krum looked at him, a complex expression flashing across his brows.
"You look...changed a lot," Krum said bluntly.
Julius shrugged, his smile unchanged: "Indeed. The environment of Hogwarts has benefited me a lot, and my health has improved greatly."
Krum was silent for a few seconds, as if weighing the truth of this statement.
After a while.
"Are you okay? How is your life at Hogwarts?" Krum asked, with rare concern in his tone. "I remember... you didn't have a good time when you were at Durmstrang."
Julius' eyes flashed with a barely perceptible darkness.
"Compared to that, Hogwarts is indeed a good place." He said with a smile, "Here, I have made many friends and learned many new things."
Krum looked at him, as if thinking about something.
Amanta narrowed her eyes and carefully observed the changes in Julius' expression.
His words were flawless, answering Krum's question without revealing anything substantive.
However, the problem is that it is too perfect. It does not sound like what an ordinary student who has just recovered would say to a star senior from his alma mater.
She frowned slightly.
...It's indeed a bit weird.
Krum didn't ask any more questions, but just nodded, his tone still steady: "That's good, I hope you can have a better life in Hogwarts than in Durmstrang."
Julius chuckled: "Thank you for your concern, Senior."
Krum was silent for a moment, then turned back to the Durmstrang table.
But the students of Durmstrang still looked at Julius with strange eyes. They were discussing something in low voices, and seemed to still find it hard to believe his change.
Julius glanced at them calmly, as if he didn't care about their doubts at all, and a calm smile was still on his face.
Amanta looked at his profile, and her alertness grew stronger.
"There's definitely something wrong with him," she thought.
While Amanta was thinking, Harry came over excitedly and whispered with excitement on his face: "Oh my God, I can't believe it - Krum is sitting next to us! Will they sit here again in the future? Oh my God! I'm so excited just thinking about it."
"He's so low-key." Draco poked his steak with a fork and said nonchalantly, "As a Quidditch star, there's no need for him to personally participate in this kind of game, right?"
"You're jealous of him?" Harry said with a grin.
"What a joke!" Draco snorted. "Malfoys are never jealous of others - Krum is no exception."
"Oh?" Amanta chuckled, "So what do you think of him?"
Draco raised his chin proudly and snorted, "He has good skills, but he totally fails in aristocratic etiquette. Look at the way he walks, so casual, not like a real gentleman at all."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Noble etiquette? Are you judging a Quidditch player? This is ridiculous."
Amanta shook her head helplessly: "Stop arguing, at least he is indeed an excellent world-class seeker."
Draco curled his lips but didn't argue.
Hermione also joined their conversation. She admired Krum's low-key attitude. "Although he is a star, he is humble and has no airs. It can be seen that he doesn't like others to treat him like a star-chaser."
"Indeed, his conversation with Julius just now was also very steady." Amanta said thoughtfully, "He doesn't seem like the kind of person who would casually interfere in other people's affairs."
Draco sneered: "After all, he is from Durmstrang. This is the atmosphere of the school."
Amanta raised her eyebrows slightly and didn't respond.
They were discussing this matter, while on the other side, there was quite a commotion at the Gryffindor table.
The presence of Fleur Delacour had obviously put all the boys in the hall into a strange atmosphere.
She sat there, her whole body glowing, attracting countless people's attention.
Whether it was the boys from Gryffindor or students from other colleges, they all stole glances at her unconsciously, and some even blushed so much that they dared not look up.
On the Slytherin side, several senior boys also began to whisper.
"Veela bloodline... is truly terrifying." One of the Slytherin seventh-year students whispered.
"She has a natural ability to charm. No wonder even the Gryffindor Weasley brothers were stunned when she came over just now."
"She is indeed very beautiful... but I always feel that she is a bit arrogant," commented another person.
Amanta looked at Furong, but her heart was not greatly moved.
She certainly knew the appeal of Veela blood, and she also knew how good Fleur was.
But in her eyes, appearance and charm have never been the criteria for measuring strength - I believe Furong herself thinks so too.
What she was really interested in was the direction of the Triwizard Tournament.
And how to prevent Cedric from becoming a victim of the conspiracy behind the Goblet of Fire.