When the music style that resounded in the ice castle became cheerful, the young wizards who had long been unable to resist poured onto the dance floor, and these young children could not wait to dance with their dance partners with hazy emotions and beautiful throbbing.

The faculty responded, Dumbledore invited Lady Maxim to dance together, Ludo Bagman approached Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick walked onto the dance floor together, Professor Moody received Professor Sinista's invitation with a dull face, and even Mrs. Pince and Filch smiled at each other and walked onto the dance floor holding hands.

Percy looked at Fred and Angelina, who were dancing exaggeratedly on the dance floor, and after a moment, his expression was slightly confused, as if he remembered someone, but soon, a sixth-grade girl appeared at Percy, and invited Percy with reverence, and then he also walked to the stage.

On the faculty desk, only Snape and Karkaroff were unattended, and the two men looked surprisingly consistent, in a cheerful atmosphere, but they had a cold expression, and even disgust in their eyes.

"We've got to talk, Severus--"

Glancing warily at Amosta Blaine, who was casting a spell to send soothing snow petals from the ceiling, Karkaroff stepped up to Snape.

"Nothing to say, Igor, if you're scared--"

Snape said impatiently, however, Karkaroff didn't give him a chance to refuse, he just grabbed Snape by the sleeve, bypassed the stage, and looked behind the ice trees to leave the ice castle.

Amosta didn't notice the scene, but didn't bother to pay attention to it.

In recent days, Karkaroff had been privately trying to talk to Snape about the frequent changes in the tattoo on his arm, and Snape had reported all of this to Dumbledore, who informed him of these things.

Igor Karkaroff probably planned to run away as soon as the situation deteriorated, but neither Dumbledore nor Amosta cared much about the life or death of this guy, but how to properly settle those little wizards in Durmstrang needed to be carefully considered.

Having said that, Professor Snape had only reported this news to Dumbledore, but he had never been willing to mention it to himself, not because it was a matter of trust, but because Snape never wanted to involve himself in dealing with Voldemort.

He still seems to have illusions that when Voldemort returns to the wizarding world, he will keep himself away from Hogwarts, with his strength, as long as he keeps a low profile, he should be able to protect his own safety For this thought, Amosta could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

It's a life-and-death struggle, and there's no way to stay out of it, and Amosta has been aware of it since he decided to return to Hogwarts again after graduating.

Two rows of long tables flanked by the Hall of the Ice Castle, with Amosta waving his wand, and a variety of delicate and tempting desserts and butterbeers appeared on the tables.

"Mr. Blaine—"

Behind Amosta suddenly appeared a timid voice mixed with anticipation, and he turned his head to see that it was Fleur's sister, Gabrielle Delacul.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Miss Delacour?"

Amosta's smiling words made Gabrielle's little face flush, and she pointed to an ice reindeer walking under an ice tree twenty feet away, and her voice was full of anticipation,

"Can I ride it, Mr. Bryan?"

"Oh, of course there's no problem--"

Amosta said with a smile, and he beckoned to the reindeer, and then the reindeer trotted over very well-behaved, rubbed his cheek lightly, and half-knelt beside Gabrielle.

With the help of Amosta, the little girl climbed onto the back of the reindeer, and then the reindeer rushed out with a swoop, and slid around the spacious hall with Gabrielle on his back, and for a moment, the little girl's crisp laughter appeared in all corners of the ice castle hall.

This scene intrigued many idle young wizards, and one by one they found the ice and snow mimics that could be seen everywhere in the hall, and George and Lee Jordan of Gryffindor even 'fought each other' over the majestic lion.

Wandering in the hall of the Ice Castle in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, even the atmosphere infected by the atmosphere of Amosta unconsciously hummed the dance music played by the ice piano, he waved his wand again, and bundles of fireworks flew out of the open cloth bag in his hand, and placed them neatly on a long table for the young wizards to pick up.

After doing all this, Amosta breathed a sigh of relief and walked briskly back to his seat at the guest of honor table with his beer in hand.

A small group of students had already left the dance floor to enjoy their meals and beers at the table, and the fireworks he had just dropped were greeted with enthusiasm, and some students were struggling to pull them.

Amosta saw Harry jumping off the stage in despair, walking towards Hermione, who was resting on the side, and the two of them whispered a few words, and soon walked out of the castle together.

Amosta also felt a lot of eager eyes falling on him, he might have seen him busy making some preparations, and the senior girls didn't come to bother, but now that he had rested, these girls began to get ready to move, after all, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and if you miss it, there will be no second time.

And while they were cheering themselves up, someone had already taken action.

Fleur, who had left Cedric, gasped slightly, and then, she saw Amosta Blaine, who was sitting alone on the podium, and without hesitation, she jumped off the stage and trotted in front of him with her skirt slightly lifted.

"You said you wouldn't mind dancing two dances with someone else at a prom, would you?"

Fleur raised her beautiful face and looked at Amosta.

Admittedly, Amosta was somewhat surprised.

He thought that the last almost rude refusal had made Fleur retreat, but he didn't expect that this proud girl was even more tenacious than he thought.

Amosta frowned slightly, his penetrating gaze shining into Fleur's blue eyes, peeking into her heart, and feeling a determination that would hardly waver. He must admit that he was touched by something, that the girl's emotions were not so superficial, and that her honesty and bravery in her own emotions were more dazzling than her looks.

"Of course, Miss Delacour—"

After a moment of silence, Amosta slowly got up and said with a gentle expression,

"I can't find a reason to refuse to dance a friendship dance with you."

Amosta's obvious words didn't make Fleur angry, and after hearing Amosta's promise, a heartfelt smile finally appeared on her radiant face, and she took Amosta's hand and led him onto the stage.

Amosta held Fleur's unbearable waist, Fleur's fair and soft flesh rested on Amosta's shoulder, and the two of them were not affected by the cheerful tune, and the dance steps were soothing.

Fleur raised her face and looked at the man dancing with her obsessively, her voice a little hoarse,

"I love this castle you've conjured, it's beautiful—"

"Maybe you didn't notice, Miss Delacour—"

Amosta smiled,

"Headmaster Dumbledore and the staff at Hogwarts have also contributed a lot, and I didn't do it alone."

"But the idea comes from you, doesn't it?"

"Oh—if you're determined to take all the credit to me—" Amosta pouted, "if only you'd be happy."

Fleur chuckled, but the smile touched her heart, and her sad eyes drooped and fell on Amosta's chest.

"Will this castle stay here after the ball is over?"

Amosta's eyelids twitched slightly, and he was speechless for a moment.

At the faculty table, Professor Moody, who was sitting there resting, looked at Amosta Bryan and Fleur Delacour on the dance floor, holding the flask in the air motionless, the blue magic eye in his eye socket was also frozen as if frozen, only the normal eye, deep in the eyes, overflowing with loneliness.

(End of chapter)