"Damn, I don't want to wear this dress for a second!"

Ron stood in front of the mirror in grief, and in the mirror, he was wearing a purple robe with lace, as if he were wearing a very old-fashioned dress.

He took his wand, as if to add a bit of masculinity to the robe, and desperately cast a cutting spell on the folds and lace.

The spell worked, at least the lace on the robe was gone, but he didn't do his job well, and the neckline and cuffs of the robe were still raw.

He let go of the spell a little dejected, and then Clark suddenly said, "What, do you need help?" ”

Unlike Ron, today he was wearing a suit vest and bow tie, and a high-end magic robe made of black velvet fabric on the outside.

Compared to their school uniforms, this dress is more like a hybrid of a trench coat and wizard robes, with sleek and simple lines and a modern twist.

However, simplicity does not mean simplicity, in the neckline, cuffs and corners of Clark's gown and other inconspicuous places, all embroidered with dark gold fine threads, and an abstract bird and snake pattern on the chest, which makes Clarke's whole person look mysterious and noble.

Ron looked enviously at Clark's clothes, then at his own, and lowered his head sadly.

Clark understood what he meant, and with a wave of his wand, he used his psychic abilities to mentally suggest to him.

So in Ron's sight, the gown he was wearing immediately changed, although it was still very ordinary, but at least it was much better than the purple dress just now.

"Thank you, Clark, it's a nice outfit!" Ron thanked.

Harry looked at him suspiciously, this was still the same dress.

Clark shook his head vaguely, motioning for Harry to remain quiet, and then dragged Ron downstairs into the common room.

The common room looked strange, and the people inside were no longer blue and black, but dressed in colorful ceremonial robes.

Parvati was waiting for Harry at the bottom of the stairs, she looked very beautiful indeed, dressed in a piercing pink robe, her jet-black hair braided with gold ribbons, and the gold bracelet on her wrist that was shiny and exotic.

Harry was relieved to see that she hadn't giggled.

"You're — um— beautiful." He said unnaturally.

"Thank you." She said.

"Padma meets you in the foyer." She said to Ron again.

"Okay." Ron said, looking around, "What about Ginny and Hermione?" ”

"They should still be cleaning up in the dorm." Clark said.

"Let's go down first, the prom is about to begin!" Parvati took Harry's arm.

"Okay." Harry and Ron waved at Clark and said, "See you later!" ”

The girls came out of the girls' dormitory one by one and left the common room with their dance partners.

Those who chose students from other houses, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons as dance partners, also left in droves.

After a while, Angelina also came down, smiling and handing it to Fred.

The two men held hands and left, and Fred winked mischievously at Clark and them.

Angelina was followed by Ginny, dressed in a relatively conservative pale red gown, with shyness written on her rosy little face, embarrassed to look at Clark and Neville.

Because of her young age, Aunt Molly didn't expect Ginny to attend the ball, so she didn't prepare a dress for her.

Fortunately, Clark, as a cousin, specially found someone to hurry up and make a set, and gave it to her as a Christmas gift.

What? Ron, you say? Can that be the same?

At this moment, the fiery red dress is worn on Ginny's body, and with her carefully dressed makeup, it looks particularly beautiful.

Even more beautiful than Clark has seen all the schoolgirls so far tonight.

The cute bow decoration on the sleeves of the long skirt sets off her extra cuteness, and the belt inlaid with pink diamonds around her waist reflects the dazzling light in the light, wrapping her petite body, showing her slender and indescribable femininity.

Clark had to admit that the little girl who would only chase after her and call her brother with a runny nose at the beginning has really grown up now.

All the boys present who had not yet left couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when they saw Ginny, and Neville, who had always been brave, looked at Ginny with his mouth wide open, speechless in surprise.

Looking at him, it seems that he has just noticed the fact that Ginny turned out to be a beautiful girl too.

The face, which was already a little stiff, quickly changed, with a hint of nervousness in shock.

"Hermione is still on it, her hair needs a little time, it'll come out right away!" Ginny said, her little face still flushed.

Clark slapped Neville the back before he reacted and stepped forward, holding out his arm so Ginny could hold him.

"Clark, we ...... Shall we wait for her to go down with us. Neville seemed a little embarrassed to leave with Ginny like that.

"No, I'll just stay here and wait for her, you two hurry up and ......"

Before Clark could finish his sentence, the noise in the common room suddenly stopped, and everyone looked up at the girl who had just come down the stairs of the girls' dormitory.

Quite a few people opened their mouths in surprise, not knowing what to say.

It's Hermione!!

But she didn't look like Hermione at all, but like an elf who had fallen into the world.

Her hair is no longer fluffy and frizzy, but soft and shiny, and is pulled back into an elegant bun.

She was wearing a dress made of light purple blue fabric, and the silk dress gently wrapped her slender and soft body, flowing to the ground like water waves.

Clark didn't realize until today that Hermione's figure turned out to be so good, and it didn't show off at all under the school uniform robes.

As she stepped down the stairs, the embroidered hem of the flowing dress fluttered and danced like countless butterflies dancing around her.

With her current appearance, it can be said that she is stunning to the audience, and she can only be described in four words: dazzling.

Clark couldn't help but take a step forward, and as the distance increased, he felt that Hermione's temperament had become different—perhaps just because she had removed the twenty-odd thick books she usually carried on her shoulder.

Anyway, today she is definitely the most changed and the most beautiful among all the girls, subverting everyone's perception of her.

"Good evening, Clark!" Hermione walked over and whispered, "How do I look?" ”

Looking at the equally handsome and handsome Clark, her eyes also lit up, with a bright smile on the corner of her mouth, and of course, she was a little nervous.

"It's beautiful, it's unbelievable!" Clark replied, looking at Hermione carefully.

As a [Psychic Warlock], he has long exercised a strong psychological quality, at least to the point where "Mount Tai collapses in front and the color does not change, and the elk is in the left and does not look instantaneous".

But now his heart is beating fast.

Clark had to admit that even though he had the soul of an adult, he couldn't help but be attracted by Hermione's youth, energy, intelligence, and beauty.

This kind of admiration has nothing to do with anything else, it is just the purest appreciation of "beauty".

It can be said that now she is in the most dazzling stage of her life, and she exudes a powerful charm all over her body.

"Thank you!"

Hermione, who heard Clark's comment, curled up slightly, took his hand and walked downstairs to the auditorium, Neville and Ginny following them.

Along the way, everyone they met looked at them in amazement.

Hermione and Ginny were so conspicuous in their outfits, especially Hermione, who attracted so much attention.

Many girls stared at her with jealous and scrutinizing eyes, while the boys were adoring and amazed.

When they walked down, they found that the foyer was also crowded with students.

Everyone was going back and forth, talking, waiting for eight o'clock when the doors of the auditorium would open.

Some people want to meet up with their dance partners from other houses, so they squeeze sideways through the crowd, looking for each other.

Clark and the others met Ron and the others at the corner of the stairs, and next to him stood Parvati's sister Padma, a little girl who looked as pretty as her sister and wore a bright green robe.

However, she didn't seem to have much interest in Ron being her dance partner, and her dark eyes were always looking Harry up and down, and her eyes lingered on him for a moment.

And Ron didn't notice his girlfriend's behavior, and when Clark and the others appeared, he also saw Hermione's stunning appearance and opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Next to him, Harry had the same expression, and the two of them stared at Hermione together for a long time, unable to believe that this was the same Miss Jack-of-all-trades she used to be.

"Hello, Hermione," Parvati noticed something unusual about her male companion and stepped forward to block their gaze, "You're so beautiful today, and you're a perfect match for Clark!" ”

She stared at Hermione with an unabashed, aggressive gaze, and she was not the only one who did this, and there were many other girls around her, who also looked at Hermione in the same way, and they felt threatened.

Hermione smiled slightly, seemingly unaware of these glances, a sign of her powerful confidence, "Thanks, you too, Padma." ”

As a professional who has turned into a [mage], Hermione knows that she and these people are no longer on the same level at all, and she has a promising future!

At this time, Ron, who was blocked from view, also came back to his senses, he turned his head away, pretending to observe the surroundings, in order to relieve the awkward atmosphere around him, but the next second, he exclaimed, "Oh, bad ......"

"What?" Before Harry could react, Ron bent his knees slightly and hid behind him.

It was Fleur Delacour who came over.

She was dressed in a silver-gray satin robe, and her long hair was spread out, like the finest silk scarf floating in the air, and she was stunningly beautiful, on a par with Hermione.

Beside her was Roger Davis, the captain of the Ravenclaw House Quidditch team, a lucky teenager with a big smile on his face at the moment.

It's just that no matter how Clark looks at it, he thinks his smile is a bit silly, as if someone has cast a Imperius curse.

"This girl's magic has grown again."

Clark couldn't help but sigh in his heart, no wonder Beauxbatons would ask her to summon Joan of Arc, the charm ability attached to the bloodline of the girl, coupled with the strong personality charm and appeal of Joan of Arc, is a match made in heaven.

Even if she didn't win the Triwizard Tournament this time, the benefits of this experience alone were enough to cultivate a promising star for the French wizarding community.

Its potential may be even higher than that of the "Black and White Witch" Kouira.

It wasn't until Fleur and Roger Davis were far away that Ron straightened up again and looked over the crowd at their backs.

And this behavior of his was also seen by another person.

"What are you looking at, Weasley, is the toad looking at the swan?"

A group of Slytherin students came up the stairs from their underground common room.

At the front was Draco Malfoy, who wore a black velvet gown that, at first glance, looked similar to Clark's, and was supposed to be custom-made in the same store.

It's just that compared to Clark's low-key restraint, his gown is much more ostentatious, and abstract patterns of fire dragons and flames embroidered with red silk threads can be seen in many places on his body.

Next to Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson wears a light pink robe full of frils, and she hangs tightly from Malfoy's arm.

Both Crabbe and Goyle were green, like two big mossy rocks, and they couldn't find a dance partner either.

"You'd better keep your mouth shut, I don't want to do it on a good day like this." Ron, who had been teased by Malfoy, turned around and said viciously to him.

Malfoy just smiled, and didn't pick up, he couldn't tear up with a mud leg in this outfit today.

At the same time, he also saw Clark and Hermione standing on the edge of the main staircase, and like the other boys, Malfoy's gaze also fell on Hermione, and he was slightly stunned.

Although he hated Muggle-born wizards, Malfoy couldn't seem to find a word to insult her at the moment.

After another five minutes, the oak front door opened, and everyone turned to see Durmstrang's students walking in with Professor Karkaroff.

Krum walked at the front, flanked by a beautiful girl in a blue robe that Clark didn't recognize.

Above their heads, a lawn in front of the castle could be seen transformed into a grotto, with sparkling fairy lights inside.

This means that there are hundreds of living fairies, either sitting in a magically conjured rose bush or flapping their wings on statues that appear to be Santa Claus and his reindeer.

But before they could continue to enjoy the magical and beautiful scenery, Professor McGonagall's voice rang out:

"Warriors, please come here!"