Gold Coin Follower (Positive): A boy who is growing up.

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Hogwarts, England

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Regardless of how Harry felt distraught over here, he was definitely not the only one in the room who was feeling congested at the moment - at least Draco would definitely be his brother.

There was a commotion, and Harry turned his head to see that it was the "weird sisters" who had rushed onto the stage. They all had very thick hair and wore black robes that had been deliberately torn to tatters. They picked up their instruments, and as they moved, the lanterns at the other tables went out, and the other warriors and their dance partners stood up.

Well, it's time for the opening dance.

Nervous and irritable, Harry nearly tripped over his dress cloak as he stood up. The Quirky Sisters play a slow, sad tune. Harry stepped onto the brightly lit dance floor, carefully avoiding everyone's gaze, but the instinctive reaction of being caught by Opal during the holiday allowed him to stand with Professor McGonagall and get ready to dance.

Well, it's not as bad as originally thought.

Harry thought as he slowly spun around in circles - McGonagall's professor's dancing skills were surprisingly good, which was simply overturning her usual dull and serious perception.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for Harry's embarrassing scene to take place, and the rest of the students entered the dance arena, and the warrior was no longer the center of attention.

Harry glanced at the audience out of the corner of his eye, and found that Slytherin and Blombottom's students were more beautiful and wonderful when it came to dancing, at least the brightest people in the crowd were Opal and her dance partner Riddle, who were completely the center of the dance floor.

And the rest...... Dumbledore was waltzing with Lady Maxim - but although Lady Maxime was tall, she still danced gracefully and flexibly, but seeing Dumbledore wearing a pointed hat that only reached her chin, the height difference was simply impossible to complain about.

Moody, on the other hand, awkwardly dances a two-step dance with Professor Sinista, who nervously dodges his wooden prosthetic legs.

"The socks are beautiful, Potter."

As Moody passed by, he whispered gruffly, his enchanted eyes piercing through Harry's robes.

"Oh-yes, Dobby, the house-elf knitted it for me."

Harry said, smiling. Although I always felt that there was something wrong with this Moody, after all, he was very kind to himself, so he also gave a friendly response.

Professor McGonagall didn't speak, but judging by the look on her face, she enjoyed the dance.

Time was not fast but slow was not enough, and soon Harry was relieved to hear the last trembling note of the organ. The Weird Sisters stopped playing, and the auditorium erupted in applause again, and Harry immediately let go of Professor McGonagall.

"Are you tired?"

Apparently understanding Harry's state at the moment, Professor McGonagall spoke first.

"It's kind of ...... That's not to say that it's unpleasant to dance with the professor......"

Harry was a little sorry because he wasn't used to the atmosphere.

"Then you go and rest, and if you don't like dancing, eat more."

But Professor McGonagall clearly understood Harry's state, "The party is going to be fun. ”

"Okay."

At this point, the Weird Sisters began to play a new tune again, at a much faster tempo than before. As a result, the dancing posture of the people in the audience has obviously become much more unrestrained than before.

As he stepped back from the dance floor, Harry glanced across the dance floor and saw Fred and Angelina, along with Draco and Artoria, circling Opal and Riddle to see what the two male partners meant—as if they wanted to swap dance partners.

I rub ......

Harry felt that he was not good - Draco was okay, Fred, what are you Gryffindor doing in Slytherin? Do you want to cause a riot or do you want to play a prank?

Just as Harry was hesitating to find someone to stop him, he saw Hermione and Victor dancing nearby. Although he didn't want to admit it, Harry also felt that both Hermione and Victor danced quite well.

But why is it so uncomfortable?

Just as Harry was eating a little tangled, Hermione seemed to have finally finished dancing and walked over, casually sitting next to Harry - Harry noticed that her cheeks were slightly red from dancing, and she didn't know whether it was hot or excited.

"Good evening."

Harry muffled.

"It's hot, isn't it?"

Hermione said, fanning herself with the palm of her hand, "Victor went to get a drink." ”

"Victor?"

Harry couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, "I remember that Germans only call each other by name if they are close friends. ”

"Of course he agreed."

Blinking, Hermione looked at Harry with interest, "Why are you in that tone?" I remember when I talked about it before, didn't you admire him? ”

"But ......"

I thought about it for a long time, but Harry just couldn't find a reason why he felt so depressed, so he had to say dryly, "But he's Durmstrang's brave warrior, it's mine...... Is that my competitor? ”

"Come on."

Rolling her eyes at Harry unceremoniously, Hermione shouted, "Isn't Opal a brave warrior just as well?" Why don't you say she's your competitor? ”

“……”

Harry was silent because Hermione was telling the truth—he knew that his reasoning was flimsy before, but ...... But seeing Hermione and Krum feel so close was just uncomfortable.

It's like, like you've lost something...... After all, he had always acted with Hermione, and as a result, Hermione was left behind as soon as Krum came! That's why he's uncomfortable!

That's right! He's just upset because his good friend was snatched away, that's it!

“…… But...... But you're my friend, aren't you...... At this time, he is still standing by my opponent's side......"

Although he thought so in his heart, Harry himself felt that what he said was quite unreliable.

Hermione's mouth opened in surprise.

"Don't say stupid things!"

After a while, she laughed, "Come on, Harry, how old are you and you're still making trouble?" What are you ...... Are you jealous? Upset because I wasn't on your side? ”

“…… That's not ......"

Harry whispered.

"But no one says I have to stand by your side forever, do they?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Hermione smiled, "Even friends don't have to stick together, you have to admit that, right?" ”

“……”

He also knows this, but ...... But he just wasn't comfortable!

“…… So, I don't think it's reasonable for you to be so angry. ”

This was Hermione's final verdict.

But I think it's possible that he knows that you are a "jack of all trades", and that the place you go to most often is the library, so he wants to ask you about the Hogwarts Warriors, or he may want to get clues about the golden eggs from you......

Well, Harry admits that these reasons are ridiculous to him just by thinking about them, and if he really wants to say them, he will definitely be ridiculed by Hermione, who has been getting darker and darker lately by Opal and Pansie, from all angles. (Celestial Voice: Harry, do you have the right to speak of others?) ）

"Okay...... Probably ......"

Feeling that he couldn't be persuaded by Hermione, but couldn't find a valid reason for it, Harry could only answer in a sullen manner.

"Hermi-Ann."

At this time, Krum happened to come to their table, holding two bottles of butterbeer in his hand, "Here." ”

"Ah, thank you."

Taking a sip of the butterbeer from Krum's hand, Hermione smiled and introduced, "This is the friend I often mention to you, but I'm sure you must already know Victor, right?" ”

"Hello."

Greeting Harry in slightly stiff English, Krum forced himself to squeeze out a smile.

"Nice to meet you."

Harry felt that the smile on his face at the moment was definitely due to the fact that he had been trained by Opal in the past for the Hellish Etiquette Course. It made him feel a little irritated.

Harry, who had listened to Hermione and Krum's staccato chat, and felt that he was completely out of the discussion about spell parsing techniques, looked up to see that there was no one at the guest of honor: Professor Dumbledore was dancing with Professor Sproutney, and Ludo Bagman was dancing with Professor McGonagall; Madame Maxime and Hagrid waltzed between the students, drawing a wide trajectory across the dance floor; Karkarov didn't know where he went.

When the other song was over and everyone applauded again, Harry saw Ludo Bagman kiss Professor McGonagall's hand and head back through the crowd, at which point Fred and George caught up and spoke to him, but Ludo Bagman quickly got rid of the twins, saw Harry, waved at him, and walked towards their table.

"Someone is looking for me, I go first."

At least in Harry's opinion, there is nothing more lovable than Bagman at the moment.

"Okay, there you go."

Hermione waved her hand absently, and then turned back to talk to Krum.

Harry walked over to Bagman, but apparently someone was one step ahead of him—Percy began to talk to Bagman with a smile on his face.

"My two brothers didn't bother you, did they, Mr. Bagman?"

"What? No, no! ”

"No, they just told me something about their fake wands. Ask me if I can give them some tips on how to sell. I promised to put them in touch with the two contacts at the Condiment Joke Store......"

Percy looked upset when he heard this, and Harry could bet that as soon as Percy got home, he couldn't wait to tell Mrs. Weasley about Fred and George's desire to sell their products to the masses.

Sure enough, I took the time to take the owl and the twins to get them ready.

Thinking like this, Harry noticed Bagman's mouth open as if to ask himself a few words, but Percy diverted his attention.

"What do you think of the tournament, Mr. Bagman? Our company was very happy - even though the Goblet of Fire was a bit out of order......"

As he said this, he glanced at Harry - and Harry immediately affirmed that Percy definitely meant it, "It's a shame, needless to say, but since then, everything seems to be going well, don't you think?" ”

"Ah, yes."

Bagman said happily, "It was so much fun. What is Old Barty doing? It's a shame that he couldn't come. ”

"Oh, I'm sure Mr. Crouch will be back to health soon."

Percy said impatiently, "Until then, I'm more than willing to take care of unattended work." Of course, it's not all prom or anything. Alas, I had to deal with all the things that happened during his absence—did you hear about the capture of Ribashr while smuggling flying carpets into the country? In addition, we have been convincing the Transcanians to sign the International Law on the Prohibition of Duels. I had a date with their Director of the Department of Magical Cooperation on New Year's-"

Seeing that Bagman seemed to be completely unable to get out of his body for a short time, Harry thought about him blinking and shrugging his shoulders, before pretending to go get a drink, turning sideways around the dance arena and sneaking out the door.

Well, compared to the messy atmosphere in the hall and all the troubles, the outside of the castle looked much better.

The front door of the foyer was open, and as Harry descended the steps, he could see the fairy light glittering in the rose garden—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.

Follow a winding path through the rose bushes, but within a few steps of it, an unpleasant, familiar voice is heard.

“…… 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 very worried right now and I can't deny ......"

Are Karkaroff and Professor Snape acquainted? They actually call each other by their names?

Harry was puzzled by the thought.

"Then run away."

Snape's voice said impatiently, "Run—I'll excuse you." But I want 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 came from many flowers, and several black figures jumped out of them.

"Ravenclaw deduct ten, Fawcett!"

Snape said almost ferociously, as the girls ran past him, "Hufflepuff deducts ten points, Stabins!" ”

Another boy chased after the girl.

"And what are you two doing?"

He caught a glimpse of Harry standing on the path in front of him, and asked with a calm face.

Harry noticed that Karkaroff looked a little alarmed when he saw them standing here—he reached for his goatee uneasily, and then wrapped his beard around his fingers.

"I'm taking a walk."

He hesitated, but Harry chose to be reasonable, "It's not illegal, is it?" ”

Although he knew that Snape and his father were old rivals, and that he had no ill will towards him, but simply did not like it, Harry still felt that he and the Potions Professor were at odds.

And is it an illusion? I always felt that Snape was particularly angry tonight.

"Let's go for a walk, then!"

Sure enough, he yelled at Harry Snape, and then strode past them, long black robes fluttering behind him. Karkaroff also hurried away with Snape.

Harry continued aimlessly along the trail.

He seemed to be thinking about a lot of things, but he didn't seem to think about anything but his mind went blank.

In the end, he just sat in a daze not far from the window in the hall - he tried to keep himself from looking at Hermione and Krum, who had started dancing again, which would make him feel even more entangled...... Speaking of, Who is the person dancing with Ron? He wasn't impressed......

Incidentally, he also saw Opal hiding in a corner drinking juice, smiling as her fiancé was surrounded by the crowd and had no intention of breaking the siege - and Opal's smile looked a bit like a prank. Seeing him, Opal raised his glass to him and made a gesture of finger pointing at him.

How do you feel that as soon as Opal's fiancé came, Opal's mental age shrank a lot? Although Harry admits that this Opal seems more kind.

Harry sighed helplessly, and looked away at the sky in a daze - it's boring enough, he's a brave man, it's just a mural, right?

At twelve o'clock in the morning, the Strange Sisters stopped playing, and they were applauded one last time, and then began to walk towards the foyer. Many people may wish the ball would be longer, but Harry was eager to go back to sleep.

In his opinion, the night was not a happy one—or it could be said to be terrible in every sense of the word.