The common room looked strange, and the people inside were no longer blue and black, but dressed in colorful ceremonial robes.

The foyer was also crowded with students, all circling back and forth, waiting for eight o'clock when the doors of the auditorium would open. Some people want to meet up with their dance partners from other houses, so they squeeze sideways through the crowd, looking for each other.

Fleur was stunningly beautiful in a silver-gray satin robe, and she was accompanied by Roger Davis, the captain of the Ravenclaw House Quidditch team.

"Hello, Mr. Peverell. Fleur said happily, "It seems that you don't have a dance partner." ”

"Dressing up for ladies is always time-consuming. Phoenix didn't mind, the pleasure in her tone.

"Then we'll see. "Didn't you just reject you, the vindictiveness is really strong. Phoenix reluctantly continued to spin in place.

"Hello, Phoenix. Harry came, "Where's your dance partner?"

"I'm afraid I'm still dressing up. Phoenix said dryly.

The large army of Slytherin descended the steps from their underground common room. At the front was Draco, who wore a black velvet gown with a turtleneck, like a parish priest. Pansy wore a light pink robe full of frills, and she hung tightly on Malfoy's arm. Both Crabbe and Goyle were green, like two mossy stones, and Blais, like them, had no female companion, but he was unfortunately dressed in a delicate gown.

The oak front door was opened, and everyone turned to see Durmstrang's students walking in with Professor Karkaroff. Krum was at the front, with Daphne at his side. Krum looked at Phoenix, who was alone, with a gloomy face.

Above their heads, Phoenix saw a lawn in front of the castle turned into a grotto with shimmering fairy lights - which meant hundreds of living fairies, either sitting among magically conjured roses or flapping their wings on statues that appeared to be Santa Claus and his reindeer.

At that moment, Professor McGonagall's voice rang out, "Warriors, please come over here!"

Parvati adjusted her bracelet and a big smile appeared on her face. She was Harry's dance partner. Professor McGonagall wears a red tartan robe with an unsightly wreath of thistle flowers on the brim. She told them to stand by the door and wait, allowing the others to go in first. After the students were seated, they lined up and walked into the auditorium. Fleur and Roger Davis stood closest to the door. Davis couldn't believe he was so lucky to have a dance partner like Fleur that he couldn't take his eyes off her. Harry looked away, his gaze falling on the girl who appeared next to Phoenix.

Suddenly, his mouth opened in surprise.

It's Hermione.

She wore a robe made of flowing light purple blue fabric, and somehow her temperament was different—perhaps simply because she had removed the twenty-odd thick books she usually carried on her body. She smiled too—

"Hello, Harry!" she said, "Hello, Parvati!"

Parvati stared at Hermione with an undisguised look of suspicion. She's not alone. When the door to the Great Hall opened, all the Slytherins cast hateful glances at Hermione. Pansy walked by Malfoy's arm, glaring at Hermione, and Draco seemed to anticipate it. When Phoenix turned his head to look in Slytherin's direction, their eyes wandered away, and Ron, on the other hand, walked straight past Hermione without looking at her.

Once everyone was seated in the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall told the Warrior and their dance partners to line up in twos and follow her inside. They rushed in and walked towards a large round table at the front of the auditorium where the referees were seated, and the people in the auditorium applauded enthusiastically.

The walls of the auditorium were covered in glittering silver frost, and the ceiling was a starry night sky, with hundreds of mistletoe sprigs and wreaths of ivy. The four academy tables were gone, replaced by a hundred small tables lit with lanterns, each with a dozen or so people seated next to it.

As the warriors approached the guest of honor, Dumbledore smiled happily, and Karkaroff saw Krum and Daphne getting closer and closer, and his face was excited. Bagman slapped his classmates as enthusiastically as his classmates as he wore a bright purple robe with a large yellow star on it. Madame Maxim stripped off her usual black satin uniform and wore a lilac flowing robe. However, Mr. Crouch did not come.

In the fifth seat at the table sat Percy Weasley, last year's Hogwarts Boys Council President, who climbed really fast enough to Phoenix's surprise.

The warriors and their dance partners walked over to the table, and Phoenix pulled out an empty chair beside Hermione and looked at Hermione with blazing eyes. She sat down with a blushing face.

"I've been raised," Percy said before Harry could speak—and you would think he had just been chosen as the supreme ruler of the universe, "I'm Mr. Crouch's personal assistant now, and I'm here on his behalf." ”

It makes sense, Phoenix remembers him as the kind of person who makes a fuss about violating discipline, always strictly following all kinds of discipline and rules, and must have had an appetite for Crouch. If only Phoenix knew. A few months ago, Crouch called him Weselby, and he wouldn't have thought so.

There was no food on the gleaming plates yet, but everyone had a small menu in front of them. Phoenix picked up its own menu, the browser, unsurely. Dumbledore looked at his menu, then looked at his plate and said very clearly, "Pork chops!"

The pork chops appeared immediately. The other people at the table suddenly realized and followed suit, ordering their favorite food on their plates. Hermione looked so happy that she didn't notice what Phoenix had ordered her.

Krum and Daphne were talking, but their eyes were always looking at Phoenix.

"We have a castle too—not as big as here," he said to Daphne, who didn't seem to listen much to Krum, and looked at Hermione closely, "--but our field is bigger than here—but the days are short in winter, and in summer we fly outside every day, over the lake, over the mountains—"

"Alright, alright, Wickdor. Karkaroff said and laughed, but there was not the slightest smile in his cold eyes, "Tell her about your national team journey, it's exciting, isn't it." ”

Meanwhile, Fleur is criticizing Roger Davis about the Hogwarts décor.

"It's nothing," she said contemptuously, looking at the starlit walls around the auditorium, turning her head in the direction of Phoenix, "at Beauxbatons Castle, our auditorium is filled with ice sculptures at Christmas. Of course, they don't melt – like giant diamond statues that glitter in the auditorium. The food was also superb. We also have a choir of mountain fairies, and when we eat, they serenade us. We don't have any of these ugly armors on the wall, and if any mischievous student breaks into Beauxbatons, he's bound to be kicked out, like this. She slapped her hand on the table impatiently.

Davis watched as she spoke, with a look of fascination on his face, and several times the fork was crooked, not putting food in his mouth. Harry thought Davis was staring at Fleur and didn't hear what she was saying.

"That's right!" Davis replied busily, slapping the table with his hand as he mimicked Fleur, "like this." That's right. ”