Seeing that more and more young wizards were gathering in front of the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall's voice rang out, "Warriors, please come here!" ”

Then the other young wizards entered, followed by the warriors and their dance partners, and the professor told them to line up in pairs and follow her.

They rushed in and walked toward a large round table at the front of the auditorium where the referees were seated, and the crowd applauded enthusiastically.

The walls of the auditorium were covered in glittering silver frost, and the ceiling was a starry night sky, with hundreds of mistletoe sprigs and wreaths of ivy. The four academy tables were gone, replaced by a hundred small tables lit with lanterns, each with a dozen or so people seated next to it.

The warriors made their way to the front of the guest of honor, and Dumbledore sat in the middle, looking at them with a bad face.

Owen guessed that it must have nothing to do with the Christmas present he gave today.

The other three principals had different expressions.

Professor Eularia was stunned for a moment when she saw Koyatl and Ron enter side by side, and then a smile appeared on her face.

Beside her, Madame Maxim stripped off her usual black satin uniform and wore a flowing lilac robe. Her expression was excited, too, but instead of looking at them, she looked at the front of the auditorium, as if waiting for someone to enter, and Owen thought it must not be Hagrid.

As for his grandmother, Wenda, didn't pay any attention to the ball, she was still wearing the dark green robe, and she looked like she had just arrived at Hogwarts in a hurry.

She was also not at the guest of honor, but stood to the side talking to several strange wizards.

A few weeks ago, Owen had learned that his grandfather would be leaving the castle before Christmas, otherwise how could he have sent the Newsletter to Dumbledore this Christmas?

Well—it's just a sprinkle of salt on a wound in one hand.

Ludo Bagman slapped his classmates as enthusiastically as his classmates tonight, wearing a bright purple robe with a large yellow star on it.

Beside him, Mr. Crouch did not come, and in the fifth seat at the table sat Percy Weasley.

He didn't look good at all.

The dark circles under his eyes felt that he was going to die suddenly in the next second. When he saw Owen looking at him, Percy was very smart. Then he pulled out a pocket watch from his chest, pointed at it, and nodded to himself.

"What is he doing?" Hermione asked curiously.

"That means — find time to talk." Owen explained.

At this moment, many tiles suddenly rose behind the guest of honor, and they were taller than Dumbledore. The principal and the guests smiled and stepped back to the sides.

The attention of the young wizards was drawn to the past.

Chairs suddenly appeared on the raised tiles, and a group of young wizards in Hogwarts uniforms walked in through the side door, holding all sorts of music, led by our beloved Professor Flitwick.

"Yuga Dim Leviosa!"

The Professor's wand tapped lightly on the floating tiles, and they stabilized.

The young wizards of the orchestra sat down one by one, and the professor stood in front of them in a tuxedo, his hands raised in the air.

Fall from the first note.

The mistletoe on the ceiling petals pulls out new shoots at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The magnificent, melodious, and tactful symphony seems to slowly break through the clouds, and then suddenly erupts, like a rainbow, like a storm sweeping the earth, the rhythm of the middle section suddenly accelerates, and a strong sense of urgency rushes to the face.

On the violin, the notes danced so fast that the trumpets sounded, and vaguely Owen even heard the whistle of the train, driving lonely and mysteriously into the distance on a night of pouring rain.

"That's nice." Miss Granger looked at the young wizards of the ensemble at the guest of honor and said, "What's its name?" ”

"Hedwig Variations." Owen whispered.

In addition to being a dueling master, one of our great passions is classical music.

Every year at the Halloween Christmas Dinner, his Hogwarts orchestra plays a variety of repertoire.

Some of them are works of European classics, while others are composed by himself.

Yes, Professor Flitwick is still a musician.

- I just don't know if he can play cotton.

"Hedwig?" Hermione froze, of course she knew it was Harry's owl's name.

"That's right, Hedwig." Owen said calmly.

After the song ended, Professor Flitwick didn't even have an intermission, and went straight to swing the spell.

The next song continued.

After twelve minutes, the professor's solo dance was over.

"Bang Bang!"

The auditorium erupted in applause, and Dumbledore clapped his hands as he invited the guests back to their seats.

By this time, the table was already full of plates.

It's just that there's no food on the glittering plate yet, but everyone has a small menu in front of them. Hermione picked up her menu uncertainly, and looked around to see if there were no waiters. I saw Dumbledore take a closer look at his menu, and then looked at his plate, and said very clearly, "Pork chops!" The pork chops appeared immediately. The other people at the table suddenly realized and followed suit, ordering their favorite food on their plates.

"Hmph - the elf's work has doubled again." She said with some displeasure.

"Yes, indeed." Owen agreed, "They obviously have a better way, but they are used to being served, and they have never thought of any other way." I don't have that kind of consciousness in my head. ”

In fact, to achieve such a magical phenomenon, it only takes a small transfer magic.

It's not a very difficult thing to do.

Hermione was a little reluctant to eat the food on her plate, her face puffing out with a gloomy expression.

Owen didn't say much, but he picked up his knife and fork and ate it in a big gulp. Now that the food is ready, there's no such thing as waste, for Hufflepuff, it's just good food and magical beasts.

The other little wizards also ate merrily, and although Professor Flitwick's music was good, it had taken so long for the meal to start, and everyone was hungry.

And Hermione, after struggling for three or four minutes, chose to compromise with this dark oppression, she knew that the affairs of the castle had to come step by step, even if she starved herself to death, the wizards who were used to being high would not realize their mistakes.

"Whew~" She exhaled softly, then reservedly, holding her knife and fork, and began to take something from Owen's plate.

In her words, if you want to trouble others, don't bother so much. The two of them just had a dinner plate.

- Gradually, the atmosphere in the auditorium suddenly became lively, and everyone was chatting happily.

At the table directly across from them, Hagrid was waving to everyone. He had just come in from outside.

He put on that ugly plush brown suit again, and he looked terrible.

Then they saw that Hagrid quickly turned his attention to the guest of honor.

There, Madame Maxime waved to Hagrid, her opal drink sparkling in the candlelight.

The conversation naturally shifted to Hagrid and Madame Maxime, as well as Beauxbatons.

"Every year at this time, our auditorium is filled with ice sculptures of all shapes that don't melt and look like giant diamond statues that sparkle in the auditorium. By the way, there's also the choir of the mountain fairies, and when we eat, they serenade us, and—"

After more than half an hour, when everything was finished, Dumbledore stood up and told his classmates to stand up as well.

With a wave of his wand, the tables swooped to the wall, leaving an open space 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.

At this time, the eccentric sisters poured onto the stage together, and the audience erupted in thunderous applause.

They all had very thick hair and wore black robes that had been deliberately torn to tatters.

They picked up their instruments, and everyone watched them with such interest that they almost forgot what was going to happen next.

This is the most recognizable band in the wizarding world.

Influence spans the whole of Europe.

Of course, compared to Muggle bands, their compositions are mediocre, and they are simply out of the ordinary, compared to famous bands, such as Britain's most famous legendary band, the Beatles.

However, at this level, it is enough to deal with wizards.

At that moment, the lanterns at the other tables were extinguished, and the five warriors and their dancing partners stood up.

"It's time to dance!" Everyone is looking forward to it, this is the highlight of the ball.

Miss Granger looked nervous.

She held Owen's hand, a little overwhelmed.

At this time, it is time for the boys to perform.

You have to take the initiative, and if you're more nervous than a girl, it's a shame.

He took Hermione's restless hand and walked onto the brightly lit dance floor, his other hand holding her waist and guiding her to dance gently.

Then the music played, and it was a lyrical tune.

This is to warm up the little wizards.

The two of them swayed their bodies to the music, and at first they were a little rusty, and their feet were just basic footwork, but soon the two became more and more proficient.

It's as if you've found a tacit understanding.

As the tune gradually stirred, the two seemed to be elves in the music, and the simple and graceful dancing and passionate emotions made people unable to take their eyes off.

Their coordination is impeccable, and the piano is harmonious.

The dance steps are picturesque, and every turn and pitch is as smooth and natural as a choreographed dance move.

The figure is so striking in this light. So much so that it affected other warriors.

Owen's gaze was locked on Hermione's body, as if admiring his artwork.

Hermione, on the other hand, smiled shyly and happily, as if she had been completely immersed in the sweetness of this love.

Of course, the two of them didn't have a lot of tricks, after all, they only studied for a few hours, and Professor McGonagall was not a professional dance teacher, so she only knew so many movements.

So they're just 'walking around' the dance floor according to a certain set dance routine.

Among the five warriors, the best dancers are Fleur.

That graceful figure makes one wonder if Beauxbatons has a dance class.

Cedric and Autumn are also jumping well, and they look like they have practice secretly.

Krum was completely absent-minded, but his dance partner was enthusiastic and generally looked okay.

As for Ron

Oh! It can only be said that he and Miss Granger easily won the penultimate place in this dance competition.

But they won in the sincerity of their feelings.

Of the five pairs, only they seem to have the most intense feelings.

Although the youthful and beautiful dance was not stunning in their sight, it had a more back-to-basics beauty, especially when there were five pairs of warriors and only one couple.

Every movement of them seems to tell a beautiful story, and it is touching to hear.

At the end of the music, Owen and Hermione's dance gradually subsided. They stood in the center of the auditorium, hugging each other tightly, as if enjoying this beautiful moment.

Eyes meet and speak to their hearts.

The next second, the Weird Sisters' music shifted gear, and it was like a signal. The Warrior Dance officially ended, and then many of the surrounding teams of young wizards joined in.

Neville and Hannah danced nearby—the two of them moving slowly, exuding a bland beauty.

Harry was dancing with Luna—his dancing was hard to see in a performance art qualitative. If it weren't for the girl next to her being Luna, she would have run away because of the disgrace.

Owen even felt that Harry was better at standing there and shaking his hands than writhing his ass when he couldn't keep up with the rhythm!

Fortunately, Sirius wasn't in the Great Hall tonight, otherwise he would have been by his godson.

Justin's dog thing turned out to be the best dancing among the little wizards, and he even danced better than Fleur.

Vaguely reaching a certain professional level, which shattered Owen's filter of appearance, he had to guess that this guy who was going to Eton College if he didn't come to Hogwarts might really be an English aristocrat.

He won't be in the flag bar!

Old London is the rice flag? The ancestors followed the conquering king William into the pass?

And in addition to the little wizards, the professors also joined in.

Dumbledore was waltzing with Lady Maxime. Compared to her, he was a dwarf, and the top of his pointed hat had just touched her chin. However, for such a large woman, her dance steps are really elegant enough.

Mad-Eye Moody is dancing awkwardly with Professor Sinista, who doesn't have to nervously dodge his prosthetic leg thanks to Victor's prosthetic body. Because that leg was more flexible than his other intact one.

And when there are many people, their focus is not on the warriors.

Owen and Hermione snuggled together, no extra movements, just a simple circle.

The girl was too close, the tip of his nose was filled with the nice smell of hers, which should have been the smell of softener, Miss Granger was in very good shape, and she was usually dressed in a long robe, even in the summer in a thin gown, but today it was different, the delicate skirt clung to her waist, and when his hand touched it, the girl trembled visibly.

She's too shy.

The whole person completely buried his face in Owen's arms, and he didn't dare to look around at all, even if no one was looking at them at this time.

He was holding a doll.

"You're so pretty." Owen poured out in her ear.

Suddenly, there was a heat wave in her ears, and all of a sudden, Miss Granger's cheeks turned even redder, and her buried head was slightly raised, and her eyes were full of friendship.

It's just that Owen's words suddenly reminded Hermione of something. Harry had told her about it

Then the corners of her mouth suddenly rose slightly, and she said in a lazy and shy tone, "You are also 'beautiful'." ”

There was a light in her eyes and a smile on her face.

“.”

Owen certainly knew what she remembered.

I feel that she can laugh at this thing for a lifetime.

The sky can see that it is not his fault that he looks like this, this face is a precious legacy left to him by his mother.

"I think you should describe it as handsome."

"Actually, it's fine." Hermione looked at him in a daze, "I didn't think you looked like a 'girl'. She said.

"I don't know what those boys are thinking."

"Miss Granger!" He suddenly shouted.

Didn't wait for Hermione to react.

She only felt that she saw that the boy in front of her suddenly came closer.

Then he was kissed on the lips.

"Huh~"

It was an aggressive kiss, different from the tenderness of the last time.

Hermione only felt as if her heart had risen to her throat.

Bang bang and jump.

She was in turmoil, but she was addicted to it.

An enthusiastic response ensued.

I don't know how long the kiss passed, until the music in my ears slowly stopped. They hurriedly parted.

"Whew~" Taking a deep breath, Owen smiled slightly, jokingly optimistic about Hermione.

Give Miss Granger a hard lesson and show her what a real man is

And Hermione, she was dizzy by the kiss, and when it was over, the first thing she did was to look around to see if anyone noticed them.

Luckily, they were seen.

But not much.

However, there are not a few people who are as bold as them at the ball, and the men and women will always touch the flame of desire when they cling together.

Because she saw some couples holding hands and leaving the dance hall and going outside into the garden.

Miss Granger's misty eyes naturally fell on Owen's eyes.

He also wanted to get out of here as soon as possible and find a place where no one was around

But before that, you have to take a break, don't you?

The two silently looked around with a few pairs of fiery eyes, and left the dance floor to the side of the seat.

"Drink something?" Owen said to the girl next to him.

"Fruit juice!" She kept her head down.

"No problem. I'll get it! Owen answered, and then brought two glasses of butterbeer from the table with drinks not far away.

It is a toffee-flavored beer with a sweet and greasy taste, and is the only alcoholic beverage in Hogwarts that underage wizards are allowed to drink.

The degree is very low, and the average little wizard will not get drunk even after a few drinks. Unless you add some spices to it

Harry commented on it, not at all drinkable.

Maybe he stole a drink from Vernon's wine bar at home.

Looking at Owen, who had returned with two glasses of Butterbeer, Hermione instantly understood what he meant.

The mood that had just calmed down became restless again.

Everything was going in a direction that Owen liked to see, until Harry danced with Luna, Justin and Susan.

"Hey! Did you see Ron? As Ron's brother, Harry opened his mouth to pronounce his favorite name.

Hmph - if you two don't get married, it's hard to end!

Owen thought to himself.

"Hmm-" He looked around, and then saw that not far from them, Ron was sitting in a remote chair with Koyatl.

It seems that since the Warriors started dancing, the two have quit the dance floor.

And the two of them weren't dancing just now, they were completely holding hands and 'strolling around', and Ron was the one who was strolled around.

"Stains!"

What a sin! Not only Owen, but Harry, Justin, and even the girls on the side all wanted him to cast sympathetic looks, he was so miserable.

Rather restrained, he did not dare to go or invite Koyatl to continue dancing.

Just sit dryly. Like a poor child in kindergarten waiting for his parents to take him home.

And when he noticed Harry Owen's eyes, he immediately sent them Morse code—looks, and Harry decoded them: Help me—quick!

Owen came up with, "Daddy! Save me! ”

"Are we?" said Miss Granger, who seemed to be a little moved to get a hand out of her useless.

But before she could take a step, someone stopped her, and as Ron Weasley, the only actor destined to be, Harry took the lead - grabbed Hermione's wrist.

Then he sat down on a chair next to him, and asked Ou with a smile on his face, "Guess how long he can hold out." ”

"The sky is old and the earth is old!" Owen said.

"I think so too."

"Hahaha-" Say it! The two of them burst into hearty laughter.

Isn't the good brother just for the pit?

Even Harry was a little dark!

If your good brother is also looking for a sister behind your back, then you will also have no psychological pressure on him.

Speaking of which, that Koyatl is really interesting.

Owen glanced at both of them.

She's the kind of person who puts her purpose on her face, and she just wants to get close to Ron. Or rather, the Weasleys, but she herself was not at all reluctant.

Someone must have asked her to do that.

So that's what happened. She was bored with Ron's invitation to dance, but wouldn't allow him to leave, or invite other girls.

The game is one-handed torture.

And what about Ron - in fact, if the two of them really fight, he is not a pestle, although he will definitely not be able to beat Koyatl, but after four years of Owen's devastation, it is always no problem to escape.

But the problem was that people didn't fight with him at all, and whenever he wanted to leave, Koyatl would look at him with a kind of scrutiny, and Ron would shout that he was really not a thing—he just wanted to run away when there was such a beautiful girl by his side, and he was simply not human.

Despise yourself two minutes later.

He had the idea of running away again, then he would look at Koyatl again, and then despise himself again, and so on and so forth.

(End of chapter)