"Professor Albus Dumbledore and the Hogwarts student representatives. The waiter brought them into the venue.

The whole banquet was decorated in sky blue, and many artistic banners were hung around. Many people were already seated, smiling and exchanging views with each other.

"Professor, do you mind. We want to do it next to the table. Phoenix hurried to catch up with Dumbledore before they could reach their seats.

"I guess it must not be because of shyness, right?" said Dumbledore, smiling, and agreed, "Of course, Mr. Peverell. ”

"Sorry, I didn't want to get noticed. Phoenix took Hermione's hand and walked to a corner, "With Dumbledore, let's not think about eating properly." ”

Hermione glanced back, Fudge was enthusiastically introducing Dumbledore to Headmaster Salem, and Crouch was acting as an interpreter as director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

"It doesn't matter. Hermione nodded in understanding.

"What do you want?" as soon as they sat down, the waiter came to serve.

"Two pasta, Salon Champagne 1921. Thank you. ”

"We can't—" Hermione said as soon as the waiter walked away.

"What you're doing, it's worth opening a bottle of champagne. Forget the rules, let's have fun today. Phoenix explained with his hands outstretched.

"How did you say they came here?" Hermione looked at the talkative American wizards.

"I'm really sorry to ask, I know how we got here," Hermione looked back, "the carriages aren't flying on their own, they're being pulled by Nights. ”

"What's Nightgie?" asked Hermione.

"Thestrals are black winged horses, absolutely intelligent, and very useful. Once tamed, it never leaves its master. Thestrals have an amazing sense of direction, and if you tell them where you want to go, they will take you to your destination. Thestrals can fly through the air at breakneck speeds. The Thestrals raised by Hogwarts were primarily responsible for pulling carriages for the school. ”

Hermione was so fascinated that she didn't notice that their dish had arrived.

"I think Hogwarts is probably the only one in England that has been domesticated. Phoenix circled the noodles with a fork and took a bite. "Uh-huh, it tastes so good, and the man who invented the noodles is a genius. ”

"Superstitious people think that this creature is very unlucky, and that it will bring all the terrible calamities to those who see them, and it is a bad omen. But in fact, Thestrals can only be seen by those who have witnessed death with their own eyes. You see, the book says that werewolves are dangerous, but we all know that Professor Lupin is a very good teacher. Phoenix took a sip of champagne and continued, "Thestrals belong to a breed of Pegasus and are classified as "dangerous" by the Ministry of Magic. Do you know how the Ministry of Magic rates those creatures?"

Hermione shook her head, looking completely in shape, unconcerned about what she was eating.

"They don't rate creatures in terms of their aggressiveness, but how much damage they can do to people and how difficult it is to subdue them. Of course, there are some exceptions, such as unicorns, centaurs, etc. ”

"Tell me more. ”

"Well--the centaurs are classified as XXXX, not because they are too aggressive, but because they deserve great respect. Centaurs have human heads, torsos and limbs like horses' bodies, and the color of the horse's body can vary in several ways. Centaurs are intelligent and speak the language of humans, so they should not technically be called animals, but according to their own requirements, they are classified as animals by the Ministry of Magic. "The unicorn is a beautiful animal that can be found in the forests of northern Europe. A fully grown unicorn is a horse with a pure white coat and horns, but the baby unicorn starts out golden and turns silvery-white before reaching maturity. The unicorn's horns, blood, and fur are all very magical, it generally avoids contact with humans, and is likely to prefer to have witches approached by witches rather than wizards, and is very fast to run, making it very difficult to capture. ”

When everything was finished, Fudge stood up and told everyone 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.

Professor Dumbledore dances with Headmaster Salem.

"Can I ask you to do a dance? Phoenix held out his hand and invited Hermione. They walked onto the brightly lit dance floor, and Phoenix held two hands, one on her waist and the other tightly in her hands.

It's a slow, melancholy piece, a waltz.

"Oh, I don't do this dance. Hermione was a little nervous and afraid of making a fool of herself.

"Just jump with me. "Waltzing is a very popular dance move, very easy to learn, and in a short time Hermione will be fully mastered.

"You're so beautiful today," the two faces were so close together, and Hermione felt a warm, moist current of air constantly harassing her ears, "How did you get your hair?"

"I use a lot of quick-smoothing hair lotions. ”

"That's good. ”

They danced several tunes in a row, until Phoenix, seeing Hermione's face flushed slightly, led her towards the table next to her, and they had to go around in a big circle, because the American students were dancing so vigorously that the people around them dodged backwards so as not to be hurt.

A stranger blocked their way.

"Mr. Peverell?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" asked Phoenix politely.

"Minister Fudge wants to see you, please come with me. He made a gesture of please, and the two of them followed in confusion.

Escorting them into a small meeting room, the man told them to wait a moment.

"Would you like tea?" asked the man politely, and the teapot on the table automatically filled both cups.

"Okay, thank you," Hermione took a sip, "this tea is delicious." ”

"Really?" Phoenix held up his teacup as well, and the man peeked at the clock, ten o'clock. Just right, he showed a strange smile, and his eyes were full of smugness.

It was too late to say it, and Phoenix felt as if a hook had slammed forward with an irresistible momentum behind his navel, and he lifted his feet off the ground and flew up. He could feel Hermione next to him, her shoulder bumping against his. They flew forward like a gust of wind, unable to see anything in front of them.

Plotted, Phoenix sighed in his heart.

His fingers were glued to the cup as if it had a magnetic force, pulling him over, pulling him through, and then his feet fell heavily to the ground, and Hermione staggered and stumbled against him, and she fell. The portkey fell to the ground in her hand and shattered into several pieces.

Seeing that they had left without incident, the man quickly removed the magic from the chair cushions, packed up the tea set and hurried out of the room.

"It's okay," Phoenix cast a detection spell the moment he landed, and the three of them did. The two of them were approaching quickly, one after the other, and one was hiding in the woods next to them, "Take out your wand, it's a trap." ”

The place they had come to resembled a vast expanse of desolate, misty highlands. There are some loosely arranged trees around.

"I don't understand—"

"Your little boyfriend is much quicker than you are. A vague figure appeared in front of him, his voice cold and high-pitched.