When everything was finished, Dumbledore stood up and told his classmates to stand up as well. Then, with a wave of his wand, he whizzed some of the tables to the wall, leaving an open space in between. He conjured up a high stage and stuck it to the base of the right wall, and a symphony orchestra appeared on that stage out of thin air.

Professor Flitwick ascended to the podium in an ornate tuxedo, holding a silver-white baton that looked like ice and snow condensed to match the decoration of the Great Hall. He raised his hands as the band members raised their instruments in unison. With a wave of his hand, the dance music reverberated through the magnificent Great Hall of Hogwarts.

The four warriors and their dance partners began to dance. Harry jumped stiffly, but luckily didn't step on Parvati's foot. Unlike the other three pairs, in this one, Parvati was manipulating Harry to dance and twirl. Thankfully, the public performance didn't last long, and soon many people entered the dance arena and the warriors were no longer the center of attention.

Harry noticed Dumbledore gesturing towards Professor McGonagall, who was standing beside him, wearing a dark green robe and a new peaked wizard's hat. Professor McGonagall smiled and extended her hand to Dumbledore. Standing next to the two of them, still dressed in the same black robes as usual, Snape stood straight like a statue with his hands behind his back, as if he hadn't noticed that the Headmaster of Hogwarts was about to get off the dance floor. And Lily Evans, who had just kindly returned Harry's gift tonight, stood beside him, with a shallow smile on her lips, and her eyes kept falling on the more and more people on the dance floor, as if she had developed an infinite interest in everyone's dance, and watched very attentively.

However, the real situation among the professors at Hogwarts was far from being as harmonious and trouble-free as Harry had seen.

Dumbledore spent the night trying to suggest that Snape had asked Willow Springs to be his dance partner, but Snape ruthlessly rejected him countless times and still didn't see him angry or dead. At this moment, before he took Professor McGonagall's hand and slipped onto the dance floor, he winked very clearly at Snape and Willow Spring, who were standing on the dance floor.

Snape ignored his gaze, his body stiffening as he stood.

Liu Quan had no choice but to sigh and glance his eyes somewhere on the ceiling.

Then they all heard the old wizard mutter, "Oh, such a beautiful evening, and you don't dance—don't you feel sorry for this ball?"

Snape glared at him viciously.

Willow Springs: He had to pretend not to hear Dumbledore's loud self-talk.

But as if Dumbledore had made up his mind to trap his two mismatched and discordant subordinates on the dance floor tonight, he would repeat his "self-talk" in a loud voice every time he passed by the professorship's chair while dancing with Professor McGonagall, and after repeating this four or five times, even the headmasters of Durmstrang who were standing on the side, the tall Igor Karkaroff and the headmasters of Beauxbatons, and the taller giantess Lady Maxime understood Dumbledore's "hints" , and then glanced sideways at Snape and Willow Springs.

However, there was a subtle difference in the expressions of the two of them, Madame Maxim was pure curiosity, and Hagrid's frequent visits meant that her attention was often diverted, not always on Snape and Willow Springs, but not on Carkaroff, the headmaster of Durmstrang. He also danced with a certain female professor from Beauxbatons, and when he returned, he stood straight on the sidelines again, looking at the field seemingly leisurely, but when he understood that the Headmaster of Hogwarts was going to force Snape to invite the beautiful red-haired and blue-eyed female professor next to him to dance tonight, his eyes were constantly glued to Snape and Willow Spring, and he went back and forth between the two of them, as if he could analyze the mysterious truth of the matter with just two eyes.

This curious or inquiring look from someone else made Snape's expression even more stiff and gloomy. He stared at a delighted Dumbledore, his fists clenched at his sides.

Willow Springs, trying not to look at Snape, only locked his eyes on the dance floor. She saw many of the students she knew dancing in pairs, some stumbling - like Harry, but others dancing surprisingly well - like Neville.

At first, Liu Quan only focused most of her attention on the dance floor to alleviate the embarrassment caused by the situation. But gradually, she found her eyes chasing after the children who had once shined in the original books, and no matter what their position was, they were still naïve teenagers in their early thirteen or fourteen years old. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Weasley Twins, Draco Malfoy, Brace Zabini, Cedric Diggory, Zhang Qiu...... They were all the protagonists of countless fandoms, repeating different combinations and telling stories, but now their real people are standing alive in front of her, not dead, no parting, no sin, no pain.

If only time could stand still forever in this moment. Liu Quan thought.

It was like the feeling that came to her mind the moment she saw Cyris Black who had escaped from prison in Azkaban.

Siris wasn't a 100% good boy at school, and his thoughts and ideas that were as hateful and annoying to Willow Springs were as hateful and annoying as Snape's unstoppable hope of drawing closer to the Dark Lord at the time. But when they met again more than ten years later, the past torture and pain carved an indelible mark on their bodies, and Liu Quan naturally developed a nostalgia for the old times and an extravagant hope for the memories of his youth.

However, time rushes forward and never stops. Their fates are also drifting apart and difficult to reverse. And the only thing she can do now is not to be like a majestic lion that is always attacking head-on, but like a poisonous snake lurking in the darkest corner, patiently waiting for the moment when she can kill with one blow. Until that moment came, she could only tie her hands, she could only wait, and she could only watch the shadow of death approach one person after another she knew.

Liu Quan's eyes fell on Cedric Diggory, who was dancing with Zhang Qiu in a gentlemanly manner on the dance floor.

The Hufflepuff prince was so polite to everyone that he didn't seem to be willing to anger anyone—even the notoriously dull Neville, and Cedric treated him as gently and gracefully as any Gryffindor student. He's really a good boy, Liu Quan thought.

He didn't deserve to die like that. But there was nothing she could do. If she still had a shred of sanity, she should know that she couldn't help him - the powerful "inertia of the plot" still hangs over her head like a sword of Damocles, and if she makes the slightest rash move, she will immediately fall down and punish her mercilessly.

Then she heard a smiling old voice beside her greet her.

"Lily, which of your proud students is so focused?" Dumbledore finished a few dances, obviously proud of his skills, and walked up to Willow Spring, smiling and interrupting her thoughts.

"I guess it must have to be Harry?" he didn't care about the toothache-like expression on Snape's face when he heard Harry's name, and guessed kindly—though he had probably figured out that Willow Spring's sight was actually on another Hogwarts warrior.

Liu Quan stiffly pulled the corners of his lips and smiled, and replied perfunctorily, "...... Harry had a good first game. ”

She didn't respond positively to Dumbledore's speculation that he was deliberately destroying the atmosphere.

Dumbledore, however, seemed to find her reaction amusing, and he laughed, took a glass of mead from the table, handed it to Willow Spring, and winked happily at her. "I think tonight you can forget about the lovely kids for a moment and focus on enjoying such a rare night - well, some sweet drinks, Lily. I've noticed that you haven't drunk much of this delicious wine all night. ”

Liu Quan was a little surprised, but still took the glass of wine. Then she suddenly noticed that the old wizard was squeezing her eyes at her. For some reason, that small gesture made her suddenly surge with confidence, and she drank the glass of wine as soon as she raised her head.

After drinking the glass, she noticed Professor McGonagall's stunned expression, as if she couldn't get used to her sudden boldness, Dumbledore's smile was a hint of approval in addition to a hint of urgency, and Severus Snape, the poor target he had dedicated to tonight, Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin and Potions Professor, was so dark that he was about to send out a tornado at once.

Liu Quan slowly wrapped his right hand holding the empty wine glass behind him, and slowly shrank behind Snape under the gaze of the six eyes of the three people—no way, if she wanted to reach the table in this position, she would have to bypass or jump past Snape—she didn't dare to think about it, it was always possible to go around, right?

So she stared at him with six eyes blazing, and slowly shrank behind Snape, taking great care not to touch his body or his clothes, and stretched her right arm out and out and out - at last she reached the table, slammed the empty wine glass back, and then she quickly shrank back and stood up straight in a second, as fast as a self-recycled carpentry tape measure.

Dumbledore laughed, very gentlemanly pulled out a chair for Professor McGonagall and sat down, playfully touching his chin drowning in a large white beard, staring at Snape and Willow Spring, and then when Willow Spring slowly pulled out a chair for himself, and seemed to be about to sit down, he pretended to make a fuss and whispered, "Oh, Lily, you can't sit down without dancing-"

Then, unbeknownst to what spell he cast on the chair, it slid out of Willow Spring's hand and ran behind Dumbledore's chair with a tap dance.

Liu Quan was stunned for a moment, and looked at this old wizard who loved to joke with a bitter face.

What is the Headmaster playing with! Kneel! If she sits any faster, she will make a big fool of herself in front of all the three schools of witchcraft and wizardry tonight! Does Dumbledore think that if she loses such a big face in front of Severus Snape, he will be able to give her a dance out of pity!