"Let's sit down and rest, and I'll get you a drink. Alan gentlemanly took Hermione off the dance floor.

After Eren left, Hermione patted her cheeks with both hands and spun around in excitement.

Sitting in the distance, Ron was squinting at Hermione, Padma crossed her arms and sitting on her legs, one foot shaking to the beat of the music. Every now and then, she rolled her eyes at Ron with a disgruntled gaze, and Ron completely left her out in the cold.

When he saw Alan holding a glass of juice to Hermione and sitting on a chair with Hermione around her waist, he popped an orange in a huff.

The orange juice nearly splashed on Padma's skirt, and she jumped to her feet, her face strained, and agreed to an invitation from a handsome Durmstrang boy with a goatee.

The band began to play a new tune again, and Alan saw the gesture that the band's leader, Jared Leto, had made a gesture to show him, and the next piece was the dance music that Alan had agreed with him.

"Next up is our dance music, would you like to do the tango Hermione?" Alan stood up, bent down and reached out to Hermione in an inviting gesture.

Hermione was slightly stunned, her eyes couldn't help but look to the right, and her red lips opened slightly, "This song, Tango?"

Allen's outstretched hand didn't retract, his head tilted slightly to the left, and he looked at Hermione with encouraging eyes, and his chin lifted and nodded down.

"Alan, I'm a little scared. Hermione lowered her eyes and immediately looked up at Allen.

"Afraid of what?"

"I'm afraid of taking the wrong step, I've only learned a little bit in Muggle school," Hermione licked her lips, her voice a little dry.

"Tango doesn't matter if it's a wrong step, it's not like an exam. It's simple, that's why it's great. If you take a wrong step or stumble, keep jumping. Why not give it a try?"

Hermione let out a long breath and stood up with her skirt up. Alan took her hand and the two walked towards the dance floor.

Just as the song ended, Amid the noisy conversation of the young wizards, Alan pulled Hermione to stand in the middle of the dance floor.

Alan could feel the slight dampness in the palm of the hand he was holding, and he could see the apprehension in Hermione's eyes. His other hand also covered Hermione's hand comfortingly, and after shaking it a little harder, he took the initiative to hold Hermione's other hand.

The melodious sound of the violin sounded, and Allen's right hand wanted to wrap around Hermione's waist, but then he lifted Hermione's right hand, which had nowhere to put it, and placed it on his shoulder. Hermione couldn't help but smile.

The violin leads the melody in a high-pitched and restrained manner, and under the guidance of Alan, Hermione steps on the tango steps, her stiff body gradually becomes flexible, and with the melody of the music, she has a noble step and a proud attitude as expressed in the dance music, and she is entangled in the desire and rejection of her dance partner.

With a force on Allen's wrist, Hermione's body involuntarily fell backwards, revealing a slender and white neck.

Eren quickly pulled her back, and Hermione couldn't help but laugh briefly and quickly tense her expression.

As the piano hits the keys before the climax of the music, Hermione takes a deep breath before the next spin, and then increases the amplitude as Allen's movements, her long hair, swirling skirts, and delicate calves all make for a powerful and seductive image.

The euphemistic and stirring dance music made the limbs of the two entangled, separated and merged. Hermione did her best not to make her emotions seem frivolous and uncultured.

The song is over, and the intricate and inseparable melody of regret still lingers in Hermione's mind, like a dance without fun, always only the last step away, always lost.

"Hermione, you jumped well, without a single mistake. Allen's affirmation pulled Hermione out of her stunned mood just in time.

"You're a good dancer. Hermione laughed, her hand on her chest, soothing her pounding heart.

There was a round of applause in the auditorium, and the young wizards applauded with knowing smiles of kindness, especially Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, who were barely whistling.

In the teacher's seat, Fudge squinted his eyes and clapped Alan with a smile on his face, as if Alan was really his child.

As Fudge stood up and applauded, he searched Albert, another member of the Harris family, and found that while he was immersed in the dance, Albert had left the auditorium with his dance partner at some point.

At this moment, the Quirky Sisters hugged the stage together, and the little wizards who recognized them screamed. They all had very thick hair and wore black robes that had been deliberately torn to tatters.

The old castle was set on fire by the energetic rhythm, and the little wizards waved their hands and writhed quickly on the dance floor, cheering and laughing.

The Strange Sisters sang "Hippogriff", "Tonight" and "Magic Gadgets" before leaving the stage to the excited cheers of the young wizards.

Back in her seat, Hermione danced so red that her cheeks flushed slightly, and she fanned herself with her palms.

"Let's go for a walk," Alan whispered to Hermione.

So, they packed up to get their drinks, left the table, turned sideways around the dance hall, and slipped out the door into the foyer.

The front door was open, and as they descended the steps, the fairy light in the rose garden shimmered. They found it surrounded by low bushes, richly decorated winding paths, and huge stone statues.

Alan could hear the splashing of water, like a fountain, and occasionally people could be seen sitting on openwork benches.

He and Hermione followed a winding path through the rose bushes, but within a few steps they heard an unpleasant, familiar voice.

“...... Don't understand why all this fuss, Igor. ”

"Severus, you can't pretend none of this is happening!" Karkaroff's voice sounded frightened and hoarse, as if he was afraid of being heard, "and it's become more and more obvious over the years. I'm so worried right now, I can't deny it-"

"Then run away," Snape's voice said impatiently, "run away—I'll excuse you." But I wanted to stay at Hogwarts. ”

Snape and Karkaroff took a turn. With his wand in hand, Snape blasted the roses in both directions. He had a straight face and an ugly expression. Screams rang from the many flowers, and several black figures burst out of them.

"Ravenclaw deduct ten, Fawcett!" said Snape menacingly—a girl ran past him, "Hufflepuff deducted ten, Stabins!" and another boy chased after her.