THE 3RD CHILD OF POTTERS

CHAPTER 4: GUESTS

That morning, Geki woke up early as usual. After changing into his gi, he went to Beerus' place for training with Whis.

"You need to cool your head more, Geki-kun." Whis said while Geki gasped for air.

"I know that. It's quite hard to do so." Geki replied.

"Let's try again next time. You have class later on, right?" Whis said.

"Yes. I'll be going now." Geki replied. After bowing down to Whis, Geki used his instant transmission to return back to Hogwarts.

Later that day;

Geki and his fellow 4th year Slytherin and Gryffindor student are brewing potions in their Potion class when Snape decides to end it.

"But, Professor. We have an hour more time." Geki said.

"Yes, Mr Son. But we need to end it now as we will welcome our friends from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons." Snape replied.

"Why must all of us do so, Professor? Just some of us are more than enough." Geki said.

"Headmaster's order. Now everybody, class is dismissed. Keep all your things inside your dormitory first and come to the entrance gate before 6 o'clock." Snape said.

Later on;

All students are already gathered at the Entrance Hall.

"What a waste of time here." Geki said.

"C'mon, Geki. It's not that bad. Besides, French and Nordic girls are hot." Theo said.

"I'm too young to think about such things." Geki replied.

"But not too young to kill aliens?" Caully asked.

"Shut up, Caully." Geki replied. Caully just giggled. Then, Dumbledore called out from the back row where he stood with the other teachers.

"Aha! Unless I am very mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!"

"Where?" Many students eagerly, all looking in different directions. "There!" yelled a sixth year, pointing over the forest. Then, something large, much larger than a broomstick or, indeed, a hundred broomsticks was hurtling across the deep blue sky toward the castle, growing larger all the time.

"It's a dragon!" shrieked one of the first years, losing her head completely.

"Don't be stupid. It's a flying house!" Another first year boy said. The boy's guess was closer. As the gigantic black shape skimmed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and the lights shining from the castle windows hit it, they saw a gigantic, powder-blue, horse-drawn carriage, the size of a large house, soaring toward them, pulled through the air by a dozen winged horses, all palominos, and each the size of an elephant. The front three rows of students drew backward as the carriage hurtled ever lower, coming in to land at a tremendous speed. Then, with an almighty crash that made Neville Longbottom jump backward onto a Slytherin fifth year's foot, the horses' hooves, larger than dinner plates, hit the ground. A second later, the carriage landed too, bouncing upon its vast wheels, while the golden horses tossed their enormous heads and rolled large, fiery red eyes. Geki just had time to see that the door of the carriage bore a coat of arms (two crossed, golden wands, each emitting three stars) before it opened. A boy in pale blue robes jumped down from the carriage, bent forward, fumbled for a moment with something on the carriage floor, and unfolded a set of golden steps. He sprang back respectfully. Then Geki saw a shining, high-heeled black shoe emerging from the inside of the carriage a shoe the size of a child's sled followed, almost immediately, by the largest woman he had ever seen in his life. The size of the carriage, and of the horses, was immediately explained. A few people gasped as they had only ever seen one person as large as this woman in his life, and that was Hagrid; Geki doubted whether there was an inch difference in their heights. Yet somehow maybe simply because they were used to Hagrid this woman (now at the foot of the steps, and looking around at the waiting, wide-eyed crowd) seemed even more unnaturally large. As she stepped into the light flooding from the entrance hall, she was revealed to have a good looking, olive-skinned face; large, black, liquid-looking eyes; and a rather beaky nose. Her hair was drawn back in a shining knob at the base of her neck. She was dressed from head to foot in black satin, and many magnificent opals gleamed at her throat and on her thick fingers. Dumbledore started to clap; the students, following his lead, broke into applause too, many of them standing on tiptoe, the better to look at this woman. Her face relaxed into a gracious smile and she walked forward toward Dumbledore, extending a glittering hand. Dumbledore, though tall himself, had barely to bend to kiss it.