Hogwarts Everything is Three

Over Krum's heads, Harry saw that a lawn in front of the castle had been turned into a cave, which was shining with little fairy lights-which meant that there were hundreds of live Pique fairies, they or Sitting in the rose bushes conjured by magic, or flapping their wings on the statues, those statues seem to be Santa Claus and his reindeer.

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

Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide in surprise.

It's Hermione.

Her appearance at the moment is incredibly beautiful. She made some hands and feet on her hair, they were no longer tangled, but smooth and shiny, and they were turned into an elegant bun behind her head.

She wore a long gown made of flowing light purple light blue fabric, and her temperament was different. She carried Alan’s arm forward, hired Tingting, and even raised her pace. The skirt corners are all elegant.

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

As for Ellen, he is usually gentle and low-key. Everyone knows that he looks good, but today he brought Hermione with her. His clear eyes and short blond hair that would fall naturally in the day were all properly combed to the back of his head, revealing a full and clean appearance. forehead.

His handsome appearance, with his pleasant appearance, calmness and demeanor, are truly unforgettable.

The little wizard present could hardly look away from the two of them.

Ron stared at Hermione blankly, completely ignoring Parvati Petir, the girl who was recognized as the most beautiful third grade girl beside him.

Krum stared at Hermione holding Ellen’s arm with a gloomy face. He knew that this girl was extraordinary, but at this moment, he couldn’t help but be attracted by the beauty of her piercing brown eyes. Her white face looked brilliant and extraordinary, even if he was attracted by Hermione's character at first, he is now completely overwhelmed by her appearance.

At this time, Professor McGonagall’s voice sounded: "Please come here!"

Harry obediently led Ginny over.

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

"What are you going to prepare, Professor?" Harry was confused.

"Start the dance." Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with a natural expression, "This is the tradition of the Three Witches Tournament. This year, your six warriors are responsible for the dance."

"I should have told you?" Professor McGonagall paused and asked.

"No." Harry's expression was particularly 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.

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

Seeing her dean ran away for an instant, Ginny regained her senses and said softly to Harry, "There seems to be no one there."

Harry nodded indiscriminately. He didn't hear what Ginny was talking about at all. He looked confused. Professor McGonagall had never mentioned the lead dancer.

Then the ones who should come will still come. When the little wizards are all seated in the auditorium, Professor McGonagall asks the warriors and their dancing partners to line up two by two and follow her in. They filed in and walked towards a large round table in front of the auditorium where the referee was sitting, and the people in the auditorium clapped enthusiastically.

The walls of the auditorium are covered with shiny silver frost, and the ceiling is a starry night sky, and there are hundreds of mistletoe sprigs and garlands of ivy hanging. The four college tables were gone, replaced by a hundred small tables lit with lanterns, each with a dozen people sitting.

The warriors came and sat down in front of the main guest seat, and Allen sat beside Albert.

There is no food on the shiny golden plate, but there is a small menu in front of everyone.

I saw Dumbledore take a close look at his menu, then said to his plate very clearly: "Pork chop!"

The pork chop appeared immediately. The others at the table suddenly realized that they followed suit and ordered their favorite food on the plate.

When everything was finished, Dumbledore stood up and told the students to stand up. Then he waved his magic wand, and all the tables flew to the wall, leaving a clear space in the middle. He turned into a high stage and attached it to the root of the right wall, on which was placed a set of drums, a few guitars, a lute [note], a cello and a few organs.

Professor McGonagall walked onto the stage, "voice loud." Her voice spread throughout the auditorium.

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

At this time, the band gathered on the stage together, and the audience burst into thunderous applause. They picked up their respective instruments, the lanterns on the table went out, and Allen and the six warriors and their dancing partners stood up.

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

Allen swiveled Hermione on the dance floor.

"The opening dance is for everyone to see, and there will be a dance music dedicated to us for a while." Allen whispered in Hermione's ear, and the soft breath from her mouth instantly turned her ears red.

"What tune is it?" Hermione looked up at Alan, her eyes sparkling.

Allen did not answer, but deliberately sniffed next to Hermione: "There is a smell in the air."

Hermione's dance steps slowed down, and she couldn't help but get a beat. Alan pushed hard, Hermione rose into the air, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, just closing the dance music when landing.

"Well, don't tell me what brand." Allen said with excitement, "Sister'Ojivi' soap."

"It's incredible." Hermione opened her eyes in surprise and looked at Alan. "It's the soap from sister'Ojivi', the Christmas present from my grandmother."

Professor Dumbledore took the hand of Professor McGonagall after a bar of notes and walked onto the dance floor with a smile.

Mrs. Loris was nestled in Filch's arms. Filch tilted her head and rubbed her face against its head, pulled it straight with one leg and shook it to the music. And this cat has an expression of murder.

Professor Moody sat in his seat, his heels undulating rhythmically with the music, he took out the curved hip flask he carried, took a big mouthful, and shivered.

Hagrid repeatedly invited Mrs. Maxim with his eyes, the eyebrows almost jumped off his face and flew to the dance floor.

Soon, many people also entered the dance hall, and the warriors were no longer the center of attention.

The organ played the last trembling note, and he was relieved. The Weird Sisters stopped playing, and enthusiastic applause broke out in the auditorium again.