In the past, all the food was placed on the table at Hogwarts, like a buffet, for the students to choose and eat.

The upside, of course, is that the dishes are clear at a glance, but the disadvantage is that there are very few options.

It may sound counter-intuitive, but it's just the way it is.

Because most students only choose the food near their seats, it is impossible to get up and run from the end of the table to the head of the table for a certain dish.

Now that it has become a la carte menu, the autonomy and range of choices have been greatly expanded.

But the disadvantage is also obvious, that is, the name of the dish is very deceptive.

Rove couldn't have imagined that "white geese fall on the beach", and he has nothing to do with the wild geese, just a large plate of tofu dipped in salt;

He couldn't understand why there was no dragon meat in the dishes of "Qinglong Lying in Black Lake", not even meat foam, but a large plate of cucumber slices.

All I can say is...... The name of the dish is for reference only, please refer to the actual product!

Of course, there are some dishes whose names are immediately apparent:

Watermelon stew with bananas, catfish topped with motra rat sauce, pan-fried poisonous tentacles with pineapple, cold mandrake salad and brussels sprouts salad...... Looking at the name of the dish, Rove didn't have much of an appetite.

These two are not bad, but what is really uncomfortable is the kind of food that has an elegant name, but is actually a dark cuisine, highlighting one that is impossible to prevent.

Gabrielle also wanted to order a mermaid feast, because that summer on the Mayflower, she had seen the two-tailed mermaid Misella, and thought that the mermaids in the world were so beautiful.

But Rove remembered the ugly merfolk in the Black Lake who grew up drinking nuclear wastewater, and quickly stopped her innocence.

Sitting at the dining table, Harry didn't have much to eat, he kept looking towards the door of the auditorium, and secretly wondered:

Ron said he was looking for a dance partner, but where did the others go?

Even Professor McGonagall came to visit, and she said solemnly, "Potter, all the warriors need to lead the dance in a moment, where is Ron Weasley?" ”

Ron went to the women's bathroom on the west side of the second floor and waited for his dance partner. Harry said.

"The women's bathroom on the west side?" Professor McGonagall frowned, "Weasley's dance partner is Myrtle?" ”

This kid wouldn't be so heavy-hearted, and on this important occasion tonight, he would make it so big, right?!

It's better for him to find Potter as a dance partner than a ghost, right?

"Not myrtle." Harry hurriedly said, "It's Ilo Karst from Hufflepuff House. ”

"Nonsense." Professor McGonagall grimaced, pointed to the table in the distance, and said, "Isn't Ilo Karst sitting there?" Where are Weasleys waiting for her? ”

Harry turned his head to see Ilo Karst, and there was a boy beside her, apparently her dancing partner.

"What's going on?" Harry looked confused.

At this moment, a frightened, creepy, desperate, and painful cry suddenly sounded upstairs, and everyone looked up in confusion.

The voice was so familiar that Harry could hear it being Ron's screams in an instant.

Harry was about to run out when Professor McGonagall grabbed him by the shoulder and said solemnly, "Potter, stay here, I'll take a look!" ”

Professor McGonagall told to go and see, but did not come back until the end of the dinner, and it seemed that the matter was serious.

And as the dinner was over, Dumbledore stood up, and with a wave of his wand, all the tables flew to the wall, leaving a large clearing in between.

He conjured up a high stage, which was attached to the base of the right wall, on which lay a set of drums, guitars, a lute, a cello, and an organ.

The famous wizarding band, the Weird Sisters, took to the stage, and the students erupted in thunderous applause.

Soon the auditorium resounded with a waltz, smooth and delicate music, announcing the beginning of the Christmas ball.

Warriors need to lead the dance, which is a tradition in the Triwizard Tournament.

Rove bowed slightly, stretched out his hand to Shirley, and asked politely:

"May I invite you to a dance, this beautiful young lady?"

Shirley looked at Rove, her face that could bring disaster to the country and the people, and a smile appeared, both shy and sweet, and said softly:

"It's my pleasure."

The girl put her hand in Rove's palm, and he took her hand and walked to the center of the auditorium in full view of everyone.

A group of female students looked at Shirley in unison, their eyes mixed with intense envy and jealousy.

Shirley was stared at with fierce eyes, a little nervous, Rove's fingers rubbed the back of her hand, and his eyes said gently, "Don't be afraid." ”

Shirley, whose palms were covered with sweat, hummed softly, her left hand raised, her thumb and forefinger resting on Rove's right shoulder, and Rove's right hand resting on the girl's back.

The two of them danced to the beat of the music, taking light and graceful steps, slowly swaying on the smooth floor.

At first, the two danced very slowly, and when their bodies got used to the dance music, they began to speed up a little bit.

At this time, Shirley's nervousness has also disappeared, and she staggers with Rove to the beat of the music, sometimes fitting, sometimes separating; Sometimes it spins, sometimes it sways.

The girl's dance steps are light and elegant, like a beautiful butterfly fluttering, ethereal and agile.

Rove looked at Shirley with straight eyes, and so did the girl, who looked at the boy affectionately, her face shining with happiness, and her lips with a happy smile.

The two of them danced so beautifully that they attracted the attention of everyone in the hall, and even the other warriors who led the dance couldn't help but stop and look at Rove and Shirley.

The Quirky Sisters also noticed the two dazzling presences in the center of their dance partners, and their music suddenly increased to a more cheerful and lighter pace.

Rove and Shirley move more and more complex and difficult. This is not the first time they have danced together, but it is definitely the most tacit cooperation, as if they have been practicing together for many years.

As the music reaches its climax, Shirley holds her fingers against Rove's palm and begins to spin in circles.

Her long, burgundy hair fluttered like a flickering flame.

The girl's snow-white skirt is even more layered, and the large swing skirt with silver threads is raised in the wind, like a water lily spreading complex petals.

Shirley kept spinning, and she felt everything around her spin with it, the lights, the candles, the ceiling, and the entire dance floor, like a disc spinning on a shaft.

But she is not worried about her body being unbalanced at all, and she fully trusts Rove's arms to be able to support herself.

By the time the girl had completed her last dance move, a pair of large hands had already wrapped around her waist.

Rove held Shirley completely in his arms, like a ray of precious moonlight, careful and cherished.

Dumbledore led the way and applauded, and soon everyone applauded, as if a flock of birds had flapped their wings and resounded throughout the Great Hall.

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