The crowd rushed in and walked down the foyer into the auditorium.

It was nicely decorated for the occasion of the Ball, with a starry sky, hundreds of mistletoe sprigs and wreaths of ivy hanging diagonally from the ceiling, flags of the three major schools fluttering in the air in the air, and walls covered with glittering silver frost.

More than a dozen Christmas trees were scattered in the auditorium, and the lights and candles on them illuminated the dimly lit room, and the long tables of the four colleges disappeared without a trace, replaced by tables lit with lanterns.

"Ivan, Harry, come to the guest of honor!" Professor McGonagall, who was sitting in the teacher's seat, hurriedly greeted the two of them when they saw them enter.

Ivan nodded, and walked up with Hermione on the bright red carpet.

For a moment, the two became the focus of the entire auditorium, and everyone's eyes were on them.

Ivan is a warrior who defeated the fire dragon, and he has a very high reputation in his own right, and there are countless admirers, and Hermione next to him is also amazing to the extreme, which makes countless people ashamed of themselves, and only Fleur, who is a half-breed girl, is enough to compare with her in the entire venue.

In the midst of countless envious and jealous eyes, Ivan stepped into the guest of honor and sat in the exclusive seat of the warriors, and Hermione was not stage frightened at all, but just tightened his arms around Ivan.

They arrived early, and none of the seats on the guest of honor were full.

Ivan nodded and said hello to Moody and Bagman, who had arrived first, and soon Fleur and Krum walked up with their respective dance partners.

"Hi Ivan!" Fleur greeted Ivan warmly, she also dressed up carefully, showing the charm to the fullest, and there were boys peeking at her from time to time.

Fleur's dance partner was Roger Davis, a Ravenclaw senior boy who Ivan had seen on the Quidditch pitch and was tall and muscular.

It's just that now it seems that he is fascinated by Fleur, and when he sees Fleur and Ivan talking, his face is full of anger, but when he thinks of Ivan's performance on the field, the whole person is coaxed again.

Ivan was not interested in Fleur, and was about to deal with it casually, when Hermione on the side preemptively said.

"Hello, Miss Delacour!"

Hermione stared at Fleur-for-tat, her words revealing a deep sense of alienation and hostility.

Ivan immediately closed his mouth and did not speak.

"Hello, Granger." Fleur chuckled a few times, then turned and sat down in the exclusive seat of the Beauxbatons Warriors, and Roger Davis quickly followed, his movements more like a small sidekick than his dance partner.

Krum sat down in his place without saying a word, and next to him was a Slytherin older girl, who was quite pretty, and talked to him from time to time.

But Krum didn't mean to respond, he seemed absent-minded, and his eyes looked at Hermione from time to time, with a faint expression of surprise. When he invited Hermione to the ball before, he didn't expect the other party to be so amazing.

Ivan, of course, also noticed Krum's gaze, and was very dissatisfied, but he couldn't do anything in public.

Crucially, Ivan recalls that the second game of the Triwizard Tournament was about rescuing hostages, and that Hermione would most likely be placed at the bottom of the lake as his most beloved treasure to be rescued.

But what if Krum gets to the hostage rescue area first? Would he abandon the people he was supposed to save and insist on taking Hermione with him?

Although this is very unlikely, it has to be guarded against.

And how to keep Hermione safe at the bottom of the lake is also a problem.

It seems that I need to plan well for the second game......

"Leave him alone, Ivan! Now it's ...... prom," Hermione said as she took Ivan by the arm and said reassuringly, noticing that there was something vaguely wrong with Ivan's gaze looking at Krum, and she was very worried that Ivan was doing something in the venue.

"Okay, then I won't look at him, how about you?" Ivan turned his head playfully, and looked at Hermione's body, looking at the girl's delicate face.

"If you like it, watch it!" Hermione blushed, deliberately tilted her head away from him, and instead tapped her wand on the plate in front of her, summoning some dessert and fiddling with her knife and fork to eat it.

Ivan continued to stare motionlessly, and Hermione became a little restless, and the flush on her face gradually spread to her neck, becoming more and more moving under the light of the candle flame.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Hermione finally couldn't help but look back at him.

Ivan knew that the little witch would be really angry if it went on like this, so he restrained himself a little, but he still had to ask for the dessert on Hermione's plate.

Hermione was a little unhappy at first, but she couldn't resist Ivan's continued staring, so she cut off a piece of dessert from her plate and stuffed it into Ivan's mouth while not many people were looking at her.

"Can't you eat it yourself?" Hermione said indignantly.

"What's the point of that?" Ivan chewed the dessert in his mouth and said incoherently, he always felt that the meal sent by Hermione seemed to be a little sweeter than before, so he looked at Hermione again.

"Don't think about it!" The little witch shook her head resolutely, many people had already seen it just now.

Seeing that Hermione was too shy, Ivan had no choice but to wave his wand to himself, summon some meals, and enjoy them.

At the same time, Ivan's gaze swept over the entire Great Hall, which was full of witches and witches talking and laughing with each other.

Harry and Ginny were sitting in their seats not far away, and without the interruption of Ron and the others, their expressions became much more natural.

The professors in the guest of honor put aside their former seriousness, and talked and laughed freely in their exquisite and luxurious robes, except for Snape, who still looked bitter and hateful, which was incompatible with the eager atmosphere of the entire auditorium.

The big Hagrid was like a second spring, and he was happily talking to Maxim, and the wide gown looked particularly tight on his body, which made people worry about whether the button on the neckline would suddenly collapse.

The dinner lasted for nearly half an hour, and when it was eight o'clock in the evening, Dumbledore slowly stood up, cleared his throat, and spoke.

"Alright, guys, I think you're all well fed, right?"

Dumbledore's eyes looked around the Great Hall, and seeing that there was no objection, he removed the plates and food scraps from the table, and then motioned for everyone to stand up.

"So let's start today's dance!" Dumbledore's loud voice echoed in the Great Hall, his wand raised in his left hand and waved it lightly.

All the tables and chairs in the auditorium flew to the wall and piled them up together, as if they had been guided by something, leaving a large open space in the middle. Then a towering stage rises from the ground out of thin air, on which all kinds of beautiful music are placed......

(PS: It's still three watches today.) ）