Owen worked all day.

Even though it was a holiday, he was busier than when he was in class.

Harry and Justin, Ernie and the others went out to have a snowball fight.

The snow was white, and almost no one had stepped on it, except for a deep trail that the little wizards of the three schools had stepped on when they returned to the castle.

It was about five o'clock in the afternoon that the group returned to the castle.

By this time, with the help of several professors, he had finished decorating the main building where the auditorium was located.

Everywhere the corridors are decorated with crystal lamps, shining as if they are in a fairyland.

From the spiral staircase to the corridor that leads to the other towers on the other side, singing trumpet flowers climb the ceiling.

Each of the songs they played was different, from waltzes to Headway variations, exhausting Owen's brain cells, and he had a hunch that if he continued to dig at his memories, he would definitely become demented.

In order to avenge this unjust fate, one day of the cow and horse, Owen also hung a few trumpet flowers at the entrance of the principal's office on the third floor and the entrance of Snape's office in the dungeon, and the tune he chose was - dedicated to the two professors: Lily's Theme.

Owen didn't know how the two professors felt when they were alone at Hogwarts, where the gray fog was shrouded, and the pairs of young wizards gathered in the Great Hall.

But when I think about it, like that sad song, I will never be happy.

"Hey! Irving! Harry and a group of young wizards were standing outside the doorway after a snowball fight.

They were covered in snowflakes and their feet were even wetter, and the floor of the doorway was as clean as wax, and in Owen's eyes, which almost ate them, the little wizards began to shake off the mud from their bodies.

Finally Owen sensed Filch's anger.

But unlike Filch's powerlessness, he can only deduct points and roar, he has to be more direct, damn - just wave his wand and throw people out.

"Clean up" A gentle wind blew through Harry, taking away all the stains in no time.

"If you don't use a wand, I recommend going to a sports school!" He said viciously.

And the little wizards, like children who have done something wrong, lowered their heads one by one and quickly disappeared into the auditorium.

After everything was done, Owen also went back to the dormitory.

He took a shower and began to change into his dress.

It wasn't until seven o'clock in the afternoon, when the sky darkened, that the little wizards went to the auditorium one after another.

Most of them are boys, after all, girls! It's not normal to spend hours dressing up.

Owen was the first to leave the dormitory, and Professor Sprout asked him to bring the music to the song sung by Trumpet, who said that Professor Flitwick thought his tune was good and planned to add some songs to the ball.

Stepping out of the oak door, Owen bumped into the Slytherin team.

A group of Slytherin students descended the steps from their underground common room. At the front was Malfoy, dressed in a black velvet gown with a turtleneck, who resembled a parish priest. Pansy Parkinson wore a light pink robe full of frils, and she hung tightly on Malfoy's arm.

Both Crabbe and Goyle were dressed in green, like two large green stones, and it was clear that neither of them had found a dance partner.

After all, Slytherin can only find dance partners from their own houses, and the girls and boys from other houses are not willing to go with them, which dooms them to have a lot of people who can't find dance partners.

Seeing Owen coming, they automatically gave way to a passage, and then a campus bully walked past them right in the center with his head tilted like a proud swan.

After giving the score to Professor Flitwick, Owen began leaning against the spiral staircase, waiting for his dance partner.

"I never found out that I was so handsome!"

After a while, the voice of a minor male wizard of Hogwarts could be heard behind him.

"That's enough, Ron, this is your seventh chatter." Harry said in a seemingly flat voice, but the indelible smile on his face betrayed his almost crazy mood.

"Oh, well!" Ron put his hands in his pants pockets, his body leaned slightly, and he put on a playboy and flirtatious posture and said, "Harry, you look handsome." ”

"I know! I know! With a pair of rimless water chestnut glasses, Harry's green eyes were slightly downcast, he was wearing a sky blue gown, a gray bow tie around his neck, the bow tie was also deliberately tied with a Windsor knot, a pair of brown leather shoes under his feet, and a dark blue robe covered his whole body, hiding his naked jumping and restless factor, which made people shine at the same time, I have to admit that if Harry Potter enters Slytherin House, he will definitely become a noble son.

As for Ron, he was restrained and unrestrained in a crimson gown, with long red hair large enough to cover his ears, and a pigtail tied behind his head. Only a few strands of hair were left on the forehead.

Standing with Harry, the red and blue CP feel is particularly strong.

"Where's Owen?" Harry asked, confused.

The gowns they wore were given by Owen last semester.

At that time, he said that he would definitely be able to use it.

Ron is now grateful to Owen for having this expensive gown that allows Ron to confidently press the robe that his mother stuffed into his grandmother's grandmother during the summer vacation.

"It should come. He's not going to wear makeup like a girl! Ron smiled, his head raised slightly, and the broken hair on his forehead fluttered, looking very handsome indeed.

In fact, Ron is not bad-looking, although he is still a little lacking in a handsome guy like Cedric, but in fact, his foundation is not bad, but he is too sloppy and never dresses himself, so that everyone does not notice that he still has a handsome face.

"Where's Daddy?" At the corner of the spiral staircase, Owen's voice suddenly came from the shadows.

"Daddy is everywhere!"

Harry and Ron quickly turned their heads, and saw an Owen face growing out of the shadows, staring at the two of them with a gloomy face!

"Mom!" Ron was startled and ducked behind Harry in a panic.

Harry, on the other hand, was a little embarrassed.

"You're here!" Harry rubbed his head and said calmly.

"You can't go into the auditorium yet." Owen pointed in the direction of the courtyard.

Harry poked his head out, and sure enough, he saw a red tartan robe with an ugly wreath of thistle on the brim. Professor McGonagall is in front of the auditorium to stop all young wizards from entering.

"After the young wizards are seated, they will line up and walk into the auditorium." She said.

"Looks like we'll have to wait a little longer." Harry said.

Then he and Owen stood awkwardly at the top of the stairs.

However, this atmosphere did not last long, and after a while the girls came down from the upper floors one after another.

The noise in the common room suddenly stopped, and the little wizards in the auditorium all looked up at the girl who had just come out.

First up was Angelina, who smiled and held Fred. The two men held hands and left, and Fred winked mischievously at them.

Behind Angelina is Luna, her gown softly lit and her gown like an unfolded scroll.

"Oh! Oh, my God! ”

"She's so pretty!"

But some of the young wizards don't realize that Luna is also a beautiful girl, even Harry Potter.

Especially this year, after she was 'bewitched' by Professor Trelawney, she talked about fate and divination all day long, which made people think she was even more weird.

When Owen recommended Luna to Harry, he wasn't too happy.

But today, she is different. Strip away the strange decorations on your body, when the dirty long blond hair is combed into a clean and simple long braid. When her face no longer has the characteristic look of surprise, no one will think that she is not beautiful enough.

Luna's gown was also given by Owen.

Last year, he spent a lot of time thinking about how to show off Luna's charm.

So Owen chose silk, smooth silk like flowing water, as if flowing water was flowing on his fingertips. A streamlined cut graces her figure, accentuating her slender waistline and looming collarbones.

The color of the robe is a delicate cherry blossom pink, like cherry blossoms fluttering in the wind in early spring. Delicate lace adorns the skirt, like cherry blossoms in full bloom, containing a touch of poetry.

Delicate silver lines snaked across the skirt, like moonlit streams, shimmering with subtle brilliance.

The drop-shaped necklace rests gently around her neck, like morning dew falling on the petals of a flower, reflecting her clear skin.

Seeing such a beautiful girl is enough to make many Ravenclaw boys beat their chests.

Harry's eyes lit up.

He never thought Luna would be so pretty.

It's very different from her usual outfit.

At this moment, she is like a fairy who has not fallen into the mortal world.

"Hey! Harry. Luna's voice was still distinctive, and that singing-like tone was unique to Hogwarts, "Oh! Irving. ”

She turned her head to look at Owen, "I was going to wear my bunny headdress." ”

"Then why didn't you wear it?" Owen responded with a smile.

"It's gone." Luna said, "I guess the scimitar snores stole it." ”

"What?" Harry asked, puzzled, frowning.

"Scimmitar Snorkel!" Luna added, "The Scimitar Snorkel is a shy, friendly creature that hates light and heat, prefers cold, damp places like swamps, forests, and caves, and may also be adept at using magic to perform rapid transmutations like apparitions, so they are always difficult to spot. ”

"Oh! Is it? That's a shame. Harry replied dumbfounded, he really thought there were such creatures in the wizarding world.

"There's nothing wrong with that." Luna grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands, and her ethereal voice sounded, "Things don't get lost, they just arrived at their destination before me." ”

"Looks like I'm going to have to pick up the pace and catch up with it."

"Have a nice trip." Owen smiled and nodded.

"Thank you!" She whispered. It was like dew falling on a lotus leaf.

Then, Owen gave Harry a gentle nudge, and the guy realized what he was supposed to do. He stretched out his hand in a panic, like a shy little boy Well, he is indeed a shy little boy.

Luna gently took his arm.

Jumping up and down with Harry made their way to the doorway.

"Click~~~" Faintly, Owen seemed to hear the sound of broken teeth, oh! He turned his head sideways to look at some of the Ravenclaw wizards in front of the oak door of the courtyard.

That fiery look wasn't going to eat Harry.

"Hmph-" He had wanted to steal the Ravenclaw crown out of the Headmaster's office for Luna to wear, and if it hadn't been for Dumbledore's chance encounter, Luna would have been even prettier!

"A bunch of idiots!" Owen glanced contemptuously at the wizards under the door.

Joining Ravenclaw House doesn't mean you really have intelligence, just like most of Slytherin are some veritable people, how could Salazar Slytherin look like Galvan, Clarke, even Malfoy, is not qualified to join Slytherin.

Salazar's Slytherin should be like Professor Horace Slughorn. Instead of some simple-minded and well-developed limbs.

In the four major houses, Hufflepuff doesn't need to say much, Gryffindor meets Godric's selection criteria, a bunch of reckless people!

However, it cannot be said that Ravenclaw is actually some worthy people, after all, if it is really according to Rowena Ravenclaw's selection criteria, she only teaches the smartest and wisest little wizards, then it is estimated that she will not be able to recruit a single student for decades.

After all—eleven-year-old wizards, how much intelligence can they really have?

After Luna, the auditorium calmed down for a moment.

But only for a while.

Soon more girls were coming down the stairs.

They were either in pairs or excitedly waving at the top of the stairs.

Jajustine and Susan, Ernie and a Ravenclaw witch.

Four men walked past Owen.

Justin didn't know what he had touched on his head, it was shiny, he combed all his hair back and made a big back, hehe- what a grown-up's hairstyle.

After a while, suddenly someone at the top of the spiral staircase let out an exclamation.

Everyone then turned their gaze away.

It's Hannah.

As a gown from Owen, Hannah was naturally luxurious, made of delicate creamy pineapple silk surface, and her shoulders were exposed, white as jade, echoing the light-colored gown.

The skirt of the lower body is mainly light blue, and the flowers of various magical plants are embroidered on it.

The tight-fitting design of the gown accentuates her figure, elegant and graceful.

Hannah had a faint smile on her face, and she exuded a faint maternal glow all over her body. There is a unique firmness in her eyes, which is a side that is difficult for her to show in her usual introverted personality.

The brown hair was combed into a high bun at the top of the head, and a few strands of hair fell gently in front of the forehead, with a casual elegance. Her earrings swayed gently in the light, like sparks.

She looked so beautiful, and after the haze of months had dissipated in her body, it was like a dusty jewel that had regained its brilliance.

Yes, she let it go.

After realizing the gap between herself and Owen on the magical path, the girl let go.

He is destined not to belong to himself, and it is better to choose to let go than to get together with difficulty.

Owen looked at her with a smile from the sidelines, and when she walked down the stairs, he said gently, "You look much lighter." ”

And alongside Hannah is the unexpected Gryffindor Juggernaut.

"Hmm!" She replied in a low voice, still as gentle as ever.

"Have fun." He said.

"I will."

She and Neville walked down the stairs.

"I always wonder if you deliberately gave us so many gowns." At this time, Ron beside him seemed to see something.

Almost everyone who is good with Owen has a beautiful or handsome exaggerated gown.

"Oh! Do you see that? Owen blinked, "How does it feel to stand out from the crowd?" ”

"Very good—" From the very beginning, a number of little witches cast their eyes at him, and Ron's back straightened even more.

The corners of Owen's mouth raised slightly, "This is called increasing user perception, do you think it's so easy to take the lead?" When each of you is glamorous, everyone else will naturally envy you, and when they know that those robes are made by me, all of a sudden that envy will be transferred to me, and this will not increase my prestige in the castle in disguise? ”

"Is there any need for your prestige to increase?" Ron said in confusion, Owen is about to talk in the castle, his words are better than the professor, what else does he want?

You don't really want to get rid of Dumbledore and become the headmaster yourself!

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but feel a hint of danger, and then very decisively, Ron hurriedly distanced himself from Owen a little.

Who in the castle didn't know about the intimate relationship between him and the Headmaster, if Headmaster Dumbledore knew that he was trying to oppose him behind his back, Ron guessed that the most that would be to scold him a few words, but his own accomplices would be miserable and might be expelled!!

(ˉ▽ ̄~)Cut~~" Owen gave Ron a blank look, if you become a big thing, can you not take the risk?

Buddy raised his arms and shouted, the rebellion was successful, you are just from the dragon's work, and if you fail, you will be expelled at most, is there a more cost-effective deal in the world?

Just when he was about to reveal a little bit of his rebellion plan to Ron and wanted to fool him into being a pioneer.

Suddenly, the cacophony of voices around him suddenly froze, as if falling into absolute silence.

The only sound in my ears was Hedwig's variations.

Everyone held their breath and looked up at the girl who had just come out.

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

"Oh my God!"

"Merlin's Beard !!"

"She's so beautiful!"

After a brief silence, there was an exclamation from the heart.

"Is that- Hermione Granger?"

"She's like a fairy from below."

It's Hermione.

But it doesn't look like Hermione at all, and even the temperament on her body doesn't look like it.

Maybe it's just because she has removed the more than 20 thick books she usually carries on her body.

She wore a long dark blue dress. The skirt is embroidered with intricate silver embellishments, like shining stars. The silver embellishments would also sparkle as Hermione turned, as if she were wearing the Milky Way on her body.

Hermione's hair was carefully groomed, they were no longer unkempt, but supple and shiny, and her brown hair was combed into an elegant bun, and several twinkling star-like ribbons were cleverly embedded in it, making her look even more beautiful and moving.

The arms and ankles were decorated with more silver ornaments that glistened under the pale crystal lamps overhead, as if they were flowing water. The sleeves of the long dress were wide and elegant, fluttering gently, making Hermione look like a goddess from classical mythology.

The snow-white legs are faintly exposed under the skirt, the girl's thighs are tight and elastic, not rich, but not too thin, but showing a kind of youthful vitality and healthy beauty, and the legs are faintly covered with a faint halo by the crystal lamp.

The gradient blue skirt moved lightly over her legs, like a spring flowing through the gravel.

His feet were on a pair of black high heels, and his bare soles were as delicate as fat, full of an indescribable sense of tenderness.

Well, of course Owen wouldn't give Miss Granger the pointed heels, how tiring it was, especially the first time she wore those shoes, he gave her a pair of shoes with flat soles and slightly bulging heels, and the material was not the usual dragon leather, which was too hard. She certainly wouldn't be comfortable to wear, the actual fabric was cowhide lined with soft beaver skin.

Hermione walked slowly down the stairs, she was a little nervous, her hands were entangled with the split hem of her skirt, although the height of the slit of the skirt was just above the knee, not even her thighs, but she still looked very shy.

Her current appearance is stunning to the audience, and can only be described in four words: brilliance.

The light step is like a butterfly.

"Don't—don't look at it!" Hermione walked over and stared at Owen nervously, "How's it going?" Wouldn't it be strange. ”

Owen struggled to pull his eyes away from her legs, then looked up at her cheek.

Oh my God, he didn't even know the girl in front of him, she painted her eyebrows, drew her eyeliner, and wore pale red lipstick. The makeup was cold, but the crimson of her cheeks offset the coldness discordantly, and the shyness and coldness appeared on her face at the same time.

At this moment, his head is a little blank, his heart is beating rapidly, he just wants to immediately embrace the girl in front of him into his arms, as for the rest, wait until he has enough to say.

"You're in danger right now! Miss Granger. After taking a deep breath and suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Owen stared at her cheek and said, "Because I really want to kiss you now." ”

All of a sudden, Miss Granger's cheeks burned red.

She didn't dare to look up into Owen's eyes, she could only stare at the soles of her feet, her mind blank, completely unsure of what to do now.

At this time, a pair of gentle hands grasped her nervous little hands, and ten fingers clasped each other, and love swelled up.

"Gone." Owen poured out in her ear, "The pearl of my palm." ”

From the staircase to the auditorium, there are only seventeen stone steps, but the two of them walk like a red carpet stage.

Obviously there are only seventeen verses, but it seems like a century has passed for a long time.

They have a strong sense of tacit understanding standing together, and everyone only thinks that these two people are a natural pair together, and it seems that this is how it should be.

After all, in terms of strength, Hogwarts is the best match for them.

But there are still some little wizards whose expressions are not so natural.

In front of the foyer, many girls stared at Hermione with hatred and jealousy, while the boys were adoring and amazed.

The foyer was packed with students.

But when they came, it was empty again, for everyone took a step back and made way for them.

This scene fell into the eyes of Professor McGonagall in front of the auditorium. The corners of her mouth twitched inadvertently, has this child's prestige reached this level?

After about five minutes, the oak front door opened, and everyone turned their heads to see a familiar figure leading a group of Durmstrang students in.

"Yay?" Owen looked sideways, "What's the change?" ”

"I still want to see grandpa and grandma dancing!"

"What grandma?" Hermione asked, stretching her white neck, puzzled.

"It's Dumbledore, the two of them are old CPs in the wizarding world, and when they broke up back then, there was a lot of movement."

Krum walked at the front, and next to him was a Ravenclaw girl.

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 among the magically conjured roses or flapping their wings on statues that appear to be Santa Claus and his reindeer.

Krum saw Owen at a glance, and most importantly Hermione beside him.

He stared at Hermione with burning eyes, staring straight at her, which made the little witch a little confused, and Hermione had to move to the side, trying to block the overly direct gaze with Owen.

"What are you looking at?" Owen frowned and narrowed his eyes, his tone visibly disgruntled.

Hearing this, Krum reluctantly withdrew his gaze from staring at Hermione, and then snorted lightly in response. Obviously, this was Grindelwald's order not to clash with Owen.

Immediately afterward, Beauxbatons students entered the stadium.

The beautiful French girl took some of Hermione's eyes away.

At the front were Fleur and her dance partner, Roger Davis. Fleur is dressed up extremely delicately, and she looks stunningly beautiful. She was no less beautiful than Hermione, and both of them were picturesquely beautiful.

Fleur fully displays her beauty in front of everyone, like a delicate flower, blooming with the most touching brilliance. With the addition of Meiwa's bloodline, it is easy for her to become the focus of all men's attention, and everyone will be intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves after seeing her.

Beside her, Davis still couldn't believe that he was so lucky to have a dance partner like Fleur, and he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Wow! You're so pretty, Hermione. Fleur walked over enthusiastically.

The two equally beautiful girls exchanged ideas, and she soon learned from Hermione that the beautiful dress she had had been given to her by Owen.

"You're in good clothes!" Fleur looked up and looked at Owen with a smirk, "I thought you had lost our French romance." ”

"I really forgot about it." Owen said, "I received your Christmas present. ”

"Hmph—I should have given you a plate of stargazing to give you a glimpse of the pinnacle of the British Empire."

"Oh? I never knew what else to eat in the UK. ”

"That's because you're alone." Owen chuckled, "Although American history books and British cookbooks are the two thinnest books in the world, they are actually completely slanderous against the British Empire. ”

"We have dozens of potato recipes and a dozen cod recipes, and these two ingredients alone can be combined with more than 20 kinds of dishes. The British recipe is not thin at all. ”

"Really?"

"Yes!" Owen just thought it was Fleur talking.

Until the voice came closer, "The history of the struggle of the American wizard is a hymn to courage, I only thought that the voice of denigration of her could only be heard in the mouths of some uneducated, uneducated idiots, but I didn't expect Hogwarts to have such people." ”

It's Ilvermorny.

It's Koyatl.

"I didn't see the hymn of courage, but the bloody hymn is real, and the purifier gave you a thumbs up! Oh! And the Indians. Owen turned his head and said bluntly.

With Owen's voice, the little wizards turned their gaze to the silver-haired girl.

Her gown is like a picture of the North American wilderness, the tone is rich maple red, whether it is the elegant collarbone or the slender waistline, the gown shows it just right.

As she walked step by step, the hem of her skirt swayed with her steps, reminiscent of maple leaves swaying in the autumn wind.

In the foyer, Ron's eyes were straight.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or someone did it on purpose.

Both of them were dressed in red.

Although the red ones vary.

The girl just stood there, a waterfall sliding down her waist, and still defeated many of the little Hogwarts witches who were dressed up.

"Oh my God! She's so beautiful! ”

In front of the court, I don't know who said it.

The next moment, everyone nodded approvingly.

Yes - Koyatl is simply beautiful.

Even at this moment, she vaguely surpassed Hibiscus, who has the blood of Meiwa, because her temperament is too unique, and when she doesn't open her mouth, it is like a maple leaf in late autumn, brilliant and magnificent.

Ron Jr. was a little overwhelmed at this point.

Although he felt good about himself, when he saw Koyatl, that confidence instantly collapsed.

At a loss, he remembered what he should do when Harry came over, and he hurriedly walked over to invite his dance partner to enter.

And just like that, with everyone's envious or angry eyes, the two walked in and down the stairs one after the other.

"She's pretty well dressed, too." Owen praised.

Hermione beside her looked at him strangely, others didn't know, she already knew the origin of the dress Owen gave them last semester.

It can only be said that he knows how to make rational use of resources, put money in place, and those finished dress stores can design any kind of beautiful clothes.

That's how all the robes of these people came from.

Including herself, Harry, Ron, Luna, Neville, Hannah, and so on, there were a dozen of them.

Half of the credit for the beautiful scenery at today's ball comes from Owen.

(End of chapter)