Before Darren turned his head to see who had invited him, he found that Ron, who was sitting in front of him, had a stunned expression, and Harry, who was also at a loss, he turned around and immediately understood why the two boys were so virtuous, it was Fleur, Roger. Davis stood behind her, his face still full of fascination. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

She stood there, her long silver hair draped over her silver-gray satin robe, glowing in the light, her blue eyes were beautiful, smiling at Darren, dazzling him, if Hermione had the brightest dress of the night, then Fleur was undoubtedly the best girl at the party.

"I'm sorry, you're looking?" Darren, who had finally come to his senses, reached out and gestured in the direction of Harry and Ron, and when he pointed at Ron, he immediately closed his mouth and tried to straighten his body into a smile.

"I'm talking about you, Darren," Fleur put her hand on his shoulder without hesitation, "let's do a dance together." ”

"Oh, that," even though he can dance with a beautiful girl like Fleur, holding hands, and still hugging her waist...... It's very tempting, but remembering his poor dancing skills, Darren hesitates a little, "Now this song, well, I don't ...... much"

"It's okay, I'll dance," Fleur pulled Darren up from her chair without giving him a chance, "Don't worry, you'll be easy," she said softly to Darren, and then, before Darren could say anything more, he was pulled onto the dance floor by Fleur and began to spin.

Sure enough, Fleur was right, this dance, Darren danced very easily, because he was completely guided by Fleur, Fleur was always able to drive him with his body and movements, just right to match the beat to make rotations and movements, this time, he fully experienced the fun of dancing, once, he was like this when he learned to dance with Penelope, no wonder he always felt a little rusty and lacked cooperation after changing to Hermione.

When the song ended, Fleur stopped, and it was obvious that she was not dancing as easily as Darren in this dance just now, her cheeks were slightly red, and the silver hair was a touch of red, which was extremely moving.

"......" Darren couldn't figure out what Fleur meant in this dance just now, and didn't know what to say, or Fleur spoke first, "Well, I said you'd be easy, didn't you?" ”

"Well, yes," Darren nodded, "So, next?" ”

"Alright, this dance is over," Fleur fanned herself with her palm, "I want to find someone else to dance, is that okay?" ”

"Oh, okay," Darren quickly let go of the hand he was holding, "I just danced well, thank you!" ”

"It's nothing, it's me who thank you, this competition, and, remember tomorrow's gift!" Fleur waved her hand, then whispered, "Be careful of Rita, the rumors she wrote about me in the newspaper last time, and my family," she gritted her teeth, "Three warriors she has already written two, only you are left, there must be some way for her to eavesdrop on us and say it privately." ”

Darren nodded, he knew why, Rita was an illegal Animagus who could turn into a beetle so she could fly around eavesdropping without attracting attention.

After leaving Fleur, Darren returned to Harry and Ron's table, both of them were still sitting there, and now even Padma was gone, Darren picked up the bottle of butterbeer and drank it, and looked around, there was no one at the guest of honor now, Professor Dumbledore was dancing with Professor Sproutney, Ludo. Bagman and Professor McGonagall dance; Madame Maxim and Hagrid waltzed among the students, making a wide trajectory across the dance floor; Karkarov didn't know where he went.

Seeing that Hermione was still dancing with Krum, and that a few girls were eager to try on him, Darren quickly left the table, turned sideways around the dance hall, and quietly slipped out the door, I am afraid that no one but Fleur could finish a dance with him.

Come into the foyer. The front door was open, and Darren walked down the steps, the fairy light in the rose garden glittering. They found it surrounded by low bushes, richly decorated winding paths, and huge stone statues. Harry could hear the splashing of water, like a fountain, and occasionally people could be seen sitting on openwork benches.

He followed a winding path through the rose bushes, but had not taken a few steps before he heard an unpleasant, familiar voice.

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

"Severus, you can't pretend none of this happened!" Karkaroff's voice sounded frightened and hoarse, as if he was afraid of being heard, "It has 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 want to stay at Hogwarts—"

Snape and Karkaroff turned a corner, and Snape, wand in hand, 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!" Snape said fiercely—a girl ran past him, "Hufflepuff deducts ten points, Stabins!" Another boy chased after the girl.

Darren dodged Snape and Karkaroff and came to a large stone reindeer, over which they saw a tall fountain splashing and glittering. Two large, vague figures sat on a stone bench, looking at the moonlit spring, and then, it was Hagrid, who spoke.

"As soon as I saw you, I understood in my heart." He said in a strangely hoarse voice.

"What do you understand, Hagrid?" Madame Maxim asked, a ho-ho in her deep voice.

"I see...... Understand that you are just like me...... Is it your mother or your father? ”

"I-I don't know what you mean, Hagrid......"

"It's my mother," Hagrid said softly, "she's one of the few left in England." Of course, I don't remember her very well...... She left, you know. It was probably when I was three years old. To be honest, she doesn't quite look like a mother. Alas...... There's no motherhood in their nature, is there? I don't know what happened to her...... As far as I know, probably dead......"

Madame Maxim was silent about Hagrid's words.