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

Suddenly, Harry felt his surroundings fall silent for a moment, and he looked up to see Alan and a beautiful girl in a blue dress walking through the cave.

Suddenly, his mouth opened wide in surprise.

It's Hermione.

Her appearance at the moment is incredibly beautiful. She made some hands and feet on her hair, and they were no longer unkempt, but supple and shiny, and pulled back into a tasteful bun.

She was wearing a robe made of flowing light purple blue fabric, and her temperament was different, she carried Allen's arm forward, hiring Tingting, and even the corners of her skirt that rose with her steps were elegant.

She smiled too—a little nervous, of course—but the shrunken front teeth looked smaller.

And Alan, he is usually gentle and low-key, everyone knows that he is good-looking, but today he came with Hermione, and his clear eyes and the short blonde hair that naturally falls on weekdays were all properly combed to the back of his head, revealing a full and smooth forehead.

His handsome appearance, coupled with his pleasant face, calm and generous, and chic demeanor, is really unforgettable.

The little wizard present couldn't take his eyes off the two of them.

Ron stared blankly at Hermione, completely oblivious to Parvati Patil, who was considered the prettiest girl in the third year.

Krum stared gloomily at Hermione holding Alan's arm, he knew that this girl was extraordinary, but at this time, he couldn't help but be attracted by the beauty revealed in her bright brown eyes, her fair face looked extraordinarily intelligent, even if he was first attracted to Hermione's personality, now he was completely overwhelmed by her appearance.

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

Harry obediently walked over with Ginny.

"Are you here, Harry, are you and Ginny ready?" asked Professor McGonagall.

"Prepare for what, Professor?" Harry was confused.

"Let's dance. Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with a look of course, "It's a tradition of the Three Witches, and this year you six warriors are in charge of the dance. ”

"I should have told you, right?" Professor McGonagall asked, after a pause.

"No, I don't. Harry's expression was particularly innocent, in fact, he would rather face a fiery dragon than be suddenly pushed onto the stage to lead the dance.

"Then you know it now. Professor McGonagall scratched the back of her earlobe uncomfortably.

She suddenly threw her head up in the direction of the auditorium and shouted, "Here you are, let's go." ”

"There doesn't seem to be anyone there. Ginny whispered to Harry.

Harry nodded wildly, he didn't hear what Ginny was saying, he looked confused, Professor McGonagall had never mentioned leading the dance.

When the young wizards were seated in the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall told the Warriors and their dance partners to line up and follow her in. They rushed in and walked toward 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.

The Warriors sat down in front of the guest of honor, and Alan sat next to Albert.

There was no food on the gleaming plates yet, but everyone had a small menu in front of them.

I saw Dumbledore take a closer look at his menu, and 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.

When everything was finished, Dumbledore stood up and told his classmates to stand up as well. Then with a wave of his wand, all the tables flew to the wall, leaving an open space in the middle. He conjured up a high stage and attached it to the base of the right wall, on which lay a drum kit, guitars, a lute [note], a cello, and organs.

Professor McGonagall stepped onto the stage, "her voice loud. Her voice echoed throughout the auditorium.

"Merry Christmas and I wish you all a carefree evening. Professor McGonagall left the stage.

At this time, the band hugged the stage together, and the audience erupted in thunderous applause. They picked up their instruments, the lanterns on the table went out, and Eren and the other six warriors and their dance partners all stood up.

The band plays a fast-paced waltz. Alan led Hermione onto the brightly lit dance floor and danced gracefully.

Alan took Hermione around the dance floor.

"The opening dance is for everyone to see, and there will be a dance music for us for a while. Alan whispered in Hermione's ear, the soft breath that blew out of his mouth made the tips of Hermione's ears instantly redden.

"What's the tune?" Hermione looked up at Allen, her eyes shining.

Instead of answering, Alan deliberately sniffed next to Hermione, "There's a smell in the air." ”

Hermione's dance steps slowed down, and she couldn't help but be out of order. With the force of Ellen's hand, Hermione soared into the air, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and landed just in time to close the dance music.

"Well, don't tell me what the brand is. There was a slight excitement in Alan's tone, "Sister 'Ojivi' soap." ”

"It's incredible. Hermione's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at Allen, "It's Sister O'Givi' soap, my grandmother gave me my Christmas present." ”

Professor Dumbledore took Professor McGonagall's hand and walked onto the dance floor with a smile on his face after a short note.

Mrs. Loris nestled in Filch's arms, and Filch tilted her head and rubbed her face against it, one hand pulling it straight on one leg and swaying to the music. And this cat has a look of murder.

Professor Moody sat in his seat, his feet rising and falling rhythmically to the music, and he took out the curved flask he had with him, took a large sip, and shuddered.

Hagrid repeatedly invited Madame Maxim with his eyes, and the eyebrows almost jumped off his face and flew to the dance floor.

Soon, many people also entered the dance arena, and the warriors were no longer the center of attention.

The organ played the last trembling note, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The Weird Sisters stopped playing, and the auditorium erupted in applause again.