Chapter 399 Prom (Modified)

Over Krum's head, Harry saw a patch of lawn in front of the castle turned into a grotto, dotted with fairy lights--meaning there were hundreds of living pixie fairies, either Sit in an enchanted rose bush or flap your wings on top of statues that appear to be Santa Claus and his reindeer.

Suddenly, Harry felt that the surroundings became quiet for an instant. He looked up, and Ellen and a beautiful girl in a blue dress passed through the cave and came over.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide in surprise.

It's Hermione.

Her appearance at the moment is unbelievably beautiful. She had done something to her hair so that it was no longer matted, but smooth and shiny, and was pulled back into an elegant bun.

She was wearing a robe made of flowing light purple-blue fabric, and her temperament was different. She walked forward with Alan's arm on her arm, hiring Tingting, and even raised her arms with her steps. The corners of the skirt are elegant.

She smiled too—a little nervously, of course—but the shrunken front teeth looked even smaller.

As for Alan, he is usually gentle and low-key, and everyone knows that he looks good, but today he brought Hermione here, his clear eyes and short blond hair that naturally hangs down on weekdays were all combed back properly, revealing a plump and clean face. forehead.

His handsome appearance, coupled with his amiable, calm and unrestrained demeanor, are truly unforgettable.

The little wizards present couldn't take their eyes off the two of them.

Ron stared blankly at Hermione, completely ignoring Parvati Patil, who was next to him and was considered the most beautiful girl in the third year.

Krum stared gloomyly at Hermione holding Alan's arm. He knew that this girl was extraordinary, but at this moment, he couldn't help but be attracted by the beautiful expression in her piercing brown eyes. His fair face is extremely intelligent, and even he who was first attracted by Hermione's character is now completely overwhelmed by her appearance.

At this time, Professor McGonagall's voice sounded: "Warriors, please come here!"

Harry obediently led Ginny over.

"You are here, Harry, are you and Ginny ready?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Preparing for what, Professor?" Harry was at a loss.

"Let's dance." Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with a natural look. "This is the tradition of the Three Witches Tournament. This year, you six warriors will be responsible for the dance."

"I should have told you?" Professor McGonagall asked after a pause.

"No." Harry's expression was very innocent. In fact, he would rather face a fire dragon in his heart than be suddenly pushed onto the stage to lead the dance.

"Then you know now." Professor McGonagall scratched the back of his earlobe uncomfortably.

She suddenly raised her head towards the direction of the auditorium, and shouted as if she saw someone: "So you are here, wait for me, let's go together."

Seeing her dean running away in an instant, Ginny came back to her senses and said softly to Harry, "There seems to be no one there."

Harry nodded indiscriminately. He didn't hear what Ginny was saying at all, and he looked confused. Professor McGonagall never mentioned the lead dancer.

Then what should come will still come. When the little wizards took their seats in the auditorium, Professor McGonagall asked the warriors and their dance partners to line up two by two and follow her in. They filed in and walked towards a large round table with referees sitting in the front of the auditorium. The people in the auditorium applauded enthusiastically.

The walls of the Great Hall were covered with glittering silver frost, the ceiling was a starry night sky, and there were hundreds of garlands of mistletoe sprigs and ivy. Gone were the four house tables, replaced by a hundred small, lantern-lit tables, with a dozen people sitting at each table.

The warriors came to sit down in front of the guest table, and Allen sat beside Albert.

There was no food yet on the shiny golden plates, but there was a small menu in front of everyone.

I saw Dumbledore carefully looked at his menu, and then said very clearly to his plate: "Pork chops!"

The pork chops came out right away. The others at the table suddenly realized that they followed suit and ordered their favorite food on the plate.

After everything was eaten, Dumbledore stood up and asked the students to stand up too. Then with a flick of his wand, all the tables whizzed away to the walls, leaving an open space in between. He conjured up a high stage and stuck it against the right wall, on which there was a drum kit, some guitars, a lute[note], a cello and several organs.

Professor McGonagall walked onto the stage, "Voice loud." Her voice carried the hall.

"Merry Christmas, I wish you an educated and frivolous evening." Professor McGonagall made a brief opening and left the stage.

At this time, the bands rushed onto the stage together, and the audience burst into thunderous applause. They picked up their musical instruments, the lanterns on the table were all extinguished, and the six warriors including Alan and their dance partners all stood up.

The band played a fast-paced waltz. Allen led Hermione into the brightly lit dance floor and danced gracefully.

Allen spun on the dance floor with Hermione in his arms.

"The opening dance is for everyone to watch, and there will be a dance song exclusively for us in a while." Allen said softly in Hermione's ear, and the soft breath from his mouth made Hermione's ear tips instantly turn red.

"What song is it?" Hermione looked up at Allen with crystal clear eyes.

Allen didn't answer, but deliberately sniffed beside Hermione: "There is a fragrance in the air."

The dancing steps under Hermione's feet slowed down, and she couldn't help but get a beat. Allen made a strong hand, and Hermione soared into the air, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and just closed the dance music when she landed.

"Well, don't tell me what brand it is." Allen said with a little excitement in his tone, "'Ogilvy' sisters soap."

"It's unbelievable." Hermione opened her eyes wide in surprise and looked at Alan. "It's the 'Ogilvy' sisters soap, a Christmas gift from my grandmother."

After a bar of notes, Professor Dumbledore took Professor McGonagall's hand and walked onto the dance floor with a smile.

Mrs. Norris nestled in Filch's arms. Filch tilted his head and rubbed his face against its head. He straightened one leg with one hand and swayed to the music. This cat, on the other hand, has the expression of being murdered.

Professor Moody sat on his seat, his heels rising and falling rhythmically to the music. He took out the curved wine jug that he carried with him, took a big gulp, and shivered all over.

Hagrid repeated his invitation to Madame Maxime with a look that almost jumped off his face and flew to the dance floor.

Soon, many people also entered the dance floor, and the warrior was no longer the center of everyone's attention.

The organ played the last trembling note, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The Weird Sisters stopped playing, and the auditorium burst into applause again.