At the door of the dormitory, she was desperate to find that she didn't know the password, but fortunately she met a fellow Slytherin student, and the two met several times and told her the password, so she was able to return to the dormitory smoothly.

There weren't many people in the common room, and most of them were busy with their own business. Sally returned to the dormitory, happy to find that her cot was still clean and tidy, and there was no sign of being touched.

Packing up the Christmas presents she had received, Sally lay down on the bed and looked at the huge octopus at the bottom of the lake outside, somehow she had the feeling of wanting to talk to it.

The point is, she had already figured out how to face Professor Snape, but it would take some courage, but the Christmas ball seemed like a good opportunity, no, she didn't seem to be able to waltz.

She jerked up from the bed, and if she wanted to do it as planned, she would have to jump back at least two steps, or at least know the principle, the principle...

Sally got out of bed and left her dorm room, running like a library.

Three hours before the dinner began, Sally had memorized the principles and made up for them countless times before she returned to her bedroom, where she needed to dress up.

As soon as she entered the girls' dormitory, she met the last person she wanted to meet, Pansy was wearing a light red robe full of ruffles, which was very tacky, but at least it matched her temperament, she dressed up early, and obviously wanted to show off underneath. She didn't seem surprised when she saw Sally, and said with an expression of disdain for her outfit: denim pants and gray sweater.

"So, the person I saw in the auditorium at lunch was indeed you. She was still haughty, but the tone of her voice was more annoying.

"I didn't see you, I'm sorry to bother. Sally tried to pass by her, but she stopped her.

"While every fourth-grader can attend the prom, even without a dance partner. "But at least one dress, if you don't mind, I've got one to wear, maybe a little old, but at least a dress, not like... She looked at Sally again with a rich facial expression.

Her gaze made Sally uncomfortable, and she resisted the temptation to cast a curse on her to make her unrecognizable, her dance partner should be Malfoy, after all, the two had been friends for a few years, and they had to give him face.

"Don't worry about it, if you still want to spend this night wonderfully, let's, I, go. She squeezed the words out between her teeth.

Pansy, apparently humiliating enough, turned slightly sideways, and Sally walked straight past her and slammed into her. Pansy barks like a, and Sally doesn't hear it.

Pansy scolded for a while, feeling bored, so she left angrily, Malfoy waited for her in the common room, watched her come down, got up to prepare, but was stopped by Pansy.

"Sally is in the house. Malfoy's movements were noticeably sluggish, and Pansy noticed it, which made her even more angry and jealous. "You always miss her, don't you?"

Malfoy understood what she meant, and looked at him, "Are you accusing me?"

Pansy sensed the displeasure in his words, and immediately changed her expression, and said flatteringly, "No, I just think that you are good friends, and I haven't seen each other for so long." ”

"You're right. Malfoy smiled suddenly and sat down on the couch, "Perhaps, I should change my dance partner... ”

"You can't!" Pansy yelled, "everyone knows you're my dance partner, Sally doesn't even have a dress!"

"And what's the point of you letting me see her?" asked Malfoy.

Pansy understood, and she walked over and pulled Malfoy up, "I'm just suggesting it, I don't want to wait, she should go back to the prom anyway, maybe she can get a dance partner with Brackgaul." She said with bad intentions.

Several people left the common room one after another, and when Malfoy finally left, he couldn't help but glance in the direction of the girls' dormitory, and he didn't know what he was expecting.

Girls' dormitory.

Sally looked in the mirror, inhaled deeply, exhaled, inhaled again, exhaled again. Everything is ready to go, and success or failure is here.

She left the dormitory, only to be surprised to find that the common room was empty, and looked at the hanging clock. Oh my God, the dance has five minutes to go, and everyone is already in place.

It was nothing like she had in mind. She trotted to the Potions office, ignored the astonished gaze that looked at her on the road, knocked on the door, and sure enough, the man was gone.

She froze for three seconds, then gritted her teeth and ran like an auditorium.

The stairs of Hogwarts were still difficult, but fortunately the Great Hall was not far away, and when she arrived at the door of the Great Hall, she did not hear the music inside, and secretly glad that maybe the ball had not started yet, ignoring that the dance was preceded by Christmas dinner.

So when she pushed open the huge door, she found that everyone's eyes were focused on her.

I didn't know her, I was asking around who this girl was, and those who knew her looked at her in surprise.

The long crimson hair is pulled into a bun, leaving a few strands of hair on the sideburns, which makes the originally elegant and mature hairstyle look a little playful. Sally's already good facial features are slightly powdered, which is even more charming and even a little tempting. A series of silver-white bandeau evening dresses, with the same high heels, Sally is like an elf who has strayed into the world, at this time, everyone, whether students or teachers, their eyes fall on Sally, and Sally's gaze is straight and unshy to look at the person sitting in the corner of the teacher's seat. As she expected, he didn't care about any ball, let alone prepare any dress, it was still a black robe, the most inconspicuous, but it took away all her attention.

Dumbledore was the first to break the silence, and he was chatting with another person beside him that Sally had never spoken to before. The atmosphere was gradually coming back to life, and Sally sat in the far corner of the Slytherin desk, furthest from the teacher's seat, and she didn't care anyway, it didn't matter if she sat there.

"Are you sure you don't have any Meiwa blood in your family?" Ron whispered Harry, who stomped on him.

"Do you regret it?" asked Fred in a whisper, and Fred smiled so gracefully and unfathomably, he didn't answer, but raised the glass of butterbeer. George understood it all.

Malfoy felt his heart pounding, and from the moment Sally came in, his heart seemed to be out of his control, and even though he drank a few large glasses of lemon juice, it didn't get any better. He was wrong, and time not only did not wear down his feelings, but intensified and intensified. Pansy hung on his arm even more so that he felt a little bored, and it had to take a great deal of effort to control himself from her.

Dumbledore looked at Snape on the side with a blank look, but saw that he was still sitting indifferently, and for a moment, he couldn't figure out his thoughts.

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 at the base of the right wall with musical instruments on it. The eccentric sisters poured onto the stage together, and the audience erupted in thunderous applause.

The first piece, which was to be danced with her partner, was to be danced with her partner, and Sally stood in the corner where she thought no one was looking, looking at Snape, who was waiting for him to come up and invite him to dance, though she had no hope.

Sure enough, after the song was over, Snape still didn't make any moves, and didn't even give her a look. Sally felt her courage fade with time. The second dance began, when several boys came to ask Sally to dance, and Sally smiled and declined.

"I don't think you're going to turn me down. Fred appeared beside him out of nowhere, startling Sally.

"You scared the hell out of me, Fred. Sally said, half-grumbling, "Where's your dance partner?"

Fred pointed to a red-robed girl on the dance floor.

"We all thought it was boring to dance with only one person a night. Fred said. "So... Can I invite you?"

Sally thought to herself, just looking for someone to practice her hands, and was about to agree, but her eyes caught a glimpse of Snape leaving. She immediately changed her mind.

"Oh, I'm sorry Fred, maybe wait for me to get back. With that, she hurried out of the auditorium.

As she made her way through the crowd, Snape was nowhere to be seen. Thankfully, she'd learned a lot over the years, cast a spell, and found the direction of Snape's departure.

She saw him in the garden, talking to someone she didn't know, and just as she was about to walk in, the man was leaving.

"Severus. Sally's lips trembled as she spat the words, and Snape turned to look at her blankly.

"After these years of study, you have forgotten even the most basic politeness. You should call me Professor Snape. ”

"What if... Sally swallowed and foamed, "I'm going to call you Severus." ”

Snape gave her a serious look, then strode past her to leave, Sally hugging him from behind, almost without thinking, and for two years, she had barely reached his chest.

"I, I'm back. She didn't know what to say, and Snape's reaction was no longer in any of the situations she had expected.

"Hmm. It was a long time before I heard such a voice that seemed to answer.

"I... I miss you. Sally said, and Snape turned around, taking a serious look at the man in front of him.

"You shouldn't be here. Snape said, "There are no less than ten boys in the auditorium waiting to dance with you." ”

"But I just want to dance with you!" said Sally, "You, will you ask me to do a dance?"

"I'm afraid ... The refusal was only half spoken, for the moonlight was so bright that he saw the panic, unease, and even tears in the girl's eyes, which he knew well.

"Just one. He finally compromised, even though he had expected it.

Sally was overjoyed and the two left the garden.

In the bushes on the side, Harry and Ron looked at each other, neither of them knowing how to speak...