Chapter 472 Christmas Vacation 1994

"Password, dear."

"Fairy Light."

"That's right, that's right, dear~"

The fat lady smoothed the gold and silver hairband on the new painting, put away her vibrato soprano, and opened the stone door of the portrait cave for Loren.

Entering the common room, Loren looked around and was surprised to see Ron sitting in a far corner with a gray face. Hermione, Ginny and Harry sat next to him, talking to him in low voices, like Comforting him.

"It's okay Ron, it's okay..."

"Don't think about it, don't think about it..."

Loren walked towards them and asked curiously: "What's the matter, Ron?"

Ron looked up at him, with a frightened look on his face, and he said in a daze: "I don't know how I could do that, why would I do that..."

"What?"

Ron didn't answer, burying his face in his hands as if he didn't want to see anyone else.

Ginny patted Ron's arm sympathetically. She seemed to be trying her best to hold back her laughter, and her expression was a little tense: "He...heh, he just invited Fleur Delacour to attend the ball with him."

"You are very brave, Ron. You are worthy of being a Gryffindor."

"Oh, stop talking, I don't know how I could do such a thing!"

Ron whimpered and buried his head lower, "Who am I kidding? There were people there, so crowded. I was really dizzy. Everyone was watching...I saw it when I was in the auditorium. She, she was standing there talking to Gabrielle. They were already charming, but I suddenly couldn't control myself, so I stepped forward and asked her..."

Loren smiled and looked at Hermione and Harry next to him: "What did she say?"

Harry shook his head, and Hermione spread her hands, expressing that they were not there.

"Oh, she didn't say anything, she just stood there looking at me like she was a sea slug."

"Then what did you do?"

"What else can you do? Just run away." Ron groaned and covered his face with his hands. "I'm not this material, guys. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm always watching them from behind..."

"That's because she has part of Veela blood." Harry comforted with a smile, "Her grandmother is a Veela, and even the fire dragon can't move her eyes away from it. It's not your fault. I dare to say that she I was performing that magic on someone else at the time, and you happened to be there and you were hit..."

Ron stopped sobbing and looked better.

"Speaking of this, I've been wanting to ask you just now..." Loren looked at Harry and Ginny, whose expressions were contorted because they were suppressing laughter, and asked, "Why are you laughing so happily?"

Ron looked up from his hands, not believing it but also with a hint of hope.

Harry and Ginny looked at each other, their expressions a little awkward. Ginny grabbed Harry's hand, raised her neck and said proudly: "We are dance partners!"

Ron groaned as if he was struck by lightning and buried his head again.

The next morning, the semester officially came to an end and Hogwarts entered the Christmas holiday.

In previous years, only a very small number of people stayed in school, but this year it was different. All the students in grade four and above seemed to want to stay, and everyone was very obsessed with the upcoming dance.

What was even more unexpected was that the four deans brought their students together to conduct an unprecedented dance teaching.

Transfiguration Classroom.

All the tables and chairs were moved to the wall, making the room empty. There was a low coffee table in the middle, with a purple morning glory-shaped gramophone on it. It was taller than Hagrid.

Crookshanks and Mrs. Norris were lying on the coffee table, with their little paws tucked under their bodies, blinking at the little wizards sitting on both sides.

"The Yule Ball is a tradition."

Professor McGonagall was wearing a pure black robe and still had a meticulous bun. However, there was a little more smile than usual in her words, and her tone was much lighter:

“It’s been a tradition since the Goblet of Fire began, it’s held on Christmas Eve, and we gather with our guests in the Great Hall…

"Everyone should be elegant and carefree. As representatives of the host school, I hope that every one of you will put on your best posture. The reason why I say this is because the first thing about the Christmas dance is ——”

Professor McGonagall paused and smiled slightly: "Dance."

"This is really unexpected, isn't it?"

George laughed out loud, making the little wizards laugh.

Loren turned his head and whispered in Hermione's ear: "I actually want to go to the Potions classroom and see how Professor Snape gives dance lessons."

The gloomy face appeared in front of Hermione's eyes, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Quiet!" Professor McGonagall's voice suppressed the discussion in the classroom. "Gryffindor House is respected in the wizarding world and has a history of nearly a thousand years. I will never allow you to tarnish its reputation overnight. . Don’t chatter, jump up and down, and act ugly at the dance..."

Professor McGonagall shook her arms softly: "Dancing is about making the body agile. There is a swan sleeping in the heart of every girl, eager to burst out with passion and flutter her wings. In the heart of every boy, there is a lion eager to try."

"Mr. Weasley."

Hearing the sound, Ron subconsciously looked at George and Fred, but found that they were also looking at him. He turned back to meet Professor McGonagall's eyes and stumbled and replied: "What?"

"Please come up, please?"

"Now please put your right hand on my waist."

"Mr. Filch, music."

Ron was invited to the stage by the professor in a daze, and he followed the dance teaching in a daze.

Slowly, a question arose in his mind:

Why do I dance the women’s step?

Before he could figure it out, Professor McGonagall had already led him and jumped up:

"One, two, three, one, two, one, two, three... children, come together..."

When all the little wizards were still hesitant, Loren stretched out his hand to the girl beside him: "Miss Granger, can I invite you to dance?"

Hermione endured the teasing gaze of her roommate, pursed her lips into a smile, and put her hands on his shoulders deftly, those insignificant shyness becoming part of the smile.

"Dancing skills have improved much compared to the summer vacation. No one is practicing secretly, right?" Hermione said to him who was close at hand, her voice was soft and her breath was blue.

"Excellent talent, no need for practice."

"Ah……"

Brisk dance music sounded from the old gramophone speaker, the soft and bright sound of the violin's bow strings, and the deep and steady hum of the French horn floated out of the castle along the windows and toward the cotton-paved sky.

At the platform outside the school, the whistle sounded, and the red carriage of the Hogwarts Express disappeared into the white snow, leaving behind a mist-like white steam and the reluctant eyes of the younger wizards.