The days at Hogwarts

"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 it, 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 so dizzy, everyone was watching...I saw it when I was in the auditorium She, she was standing there talking to Gabrielle. They were charming to begin with, 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 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 gently waved her arms: "Dancing is about moving the body. There is a swan sleeping in every girl's heart, eager to burst into passion and fly high. There is a lion eager to try in every boy's heart."

"Mr. Weasley."

Hearing the sound, Ron subconsciously looked at George and Fred, only to find 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.

"The 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.

Chapter 473 Christmas Eve Eve

Although the teachers gave the fourth grade students a lot of homework during the holidays, after the semester ended, the little wizards had no intention of doing their homework and everyone gathered together to play.

The people in Gryffindor Tower were almost the same as before the holidays. The laughter and noise in the common room did not stop for a moment, and continued late into the night every day.

Harry was holding the golden egg and playing wildly, claiming that the scream of the golden egg could not be heard in the lounge.

Fred and George's canary biscuits were selling so well that every now and then someone suddenly sprouted feathers all over their body. But the Gryffindor students soon learned their lesson and became very wary of the food being handed to them, lest there be a canary biscuit hidden in the middle.

The twins are always missing, and according to Lee Jordan, they are developing another new product.

As the dance approaches, some young wizards become more and more anxious about dance partners. A strange trend has arisen among Hogwarts students, especially Slytherin students, who are proud to invite dance partners from other schools.

Ron finally found a dance partner.

He originally wanted to invite Parvati Patil, a girl recognized by Gryffindor as a beautiful girl, but was told that the Patil sisters had been taken over by Seamus and Dean. At Parvati's suggestion, he invited her roommate, Lavender Brown.

Saturday, December 1994, 12.

This morning, when the little wizards got up, they found that the castle had been decorated with new decorations. The professors seemed determined to show off the best appearance of the castle this Christmas and impress other schools.

The castle was decorated with lights, the handrails of the marble stairs were covered with icicles that would never melt, and the twelve Christmas trees usually placed in the auditorium were decorated with all kinds of baubles, from sparkling to From shiny holly berries to live golden owls that hoot incessantly.

The armors were enchanted so that they would sing Christmas carols whenever anyone passed by.

"Squeak..."

The wooden door of the school doctor's office slowly opened, and the girl poked her head out of the room. Her clever eyes rolled around to make sure there was no one nearby, and then she cautiously went out.

"Miss Granger, this is just this once, never happen again."

"Okay, Madam Pomfrey, thank you, Madam Pomfrey..."

Hermione closed the wooden door contentedly and turned back to Gryffindor Tower. Although she couldn't help but want to laugh, she still tried to press her lips into a thin line.

"hey-hey……"

"Oh, come on, you pious people..."

There was an off-key song coming from the empty helmet of the knight in the corridor, which sounded a little funny.

After walking around the corner, Hermione met a man at the top of the stairs. He was tall, wearing a thick leather coat, and had a gloomy expression.

It's Durmstrang's champion, Viktor Krum.

Hermione blinked and glanced behind him.

It's really rare for someone who doesn't have a star-chasing club. Usually, this person brings a group of fanatical fans wherever he goes, chattering so loudly that the library is not quiet.

In someone's words, education is touching.

It's quite quiet today.

Krum was standing in the middle of the corridor, his expression was gloomy and a little strange, as if he had something to say.

Probably wanted to ask for directions.

The stairs of Hogwarts are teasing and have a bad personality.

But it's not convenient for her to speak now, so people from the Star Chaser Club should show him the way.

Hermione still pressed her lips tightly together, nodded politely to him, turned around and walked quickly past him, heading upstairs.

"Hermine..." A deep voice came from behind.

Hermione kept walking, taking three steps and then two steps to cross the staircase.

Who is Hermine?

I don’t know him, maybe he’s Durmstrang’s student, or his fan?

……

Boys dormitory.

"One, two, three, da da da..."

"One, two, three, da da da..."

Neville, who had already dressed up, was repeating silly dance steps over and over again in front of the floor-length mirror. Neville, who had lost weight, had slender arms and legs. He looked particularly energetic in a slim pure white shirt paired with loose black dress pants.

Loren, Harry and Seamus were wearing shirts of the same style. They were sitting on the edge of the bed, watching carefully, nibbling snacks from the candy gift package. Seamus couldn't help but asked: "Neville, you have danced very well, take a rest." "Have a rest."

"Oh, I'm worried. I'm worried about stepping on Hannah's skirt during the dance."

"You can wear the memory ball while you dance."

"Hannah will drop that thing."

"Hahaha……"

Just when several people were laughing happily, there was a crashing sound in the dressing room. Ron walked out in a light gray dress and looked at the people nervously: "How about it? Will it be very funny?"

It looks similar to his school uniform robe, without any messy lace.

"I must say, he's very handsome!" Harry threw a piece of chocolate frog over, "Believe me, Ronald Weasley dressed up is so handsome!"

Seamus smiled and said: "Yes, be confident, you will be a warrior on the dance floor tonight."

"I can only believe half of your words..." Ron breathed a sigh of relief, moved to the side with stiff and awkward steps, sat down, and ate the chocolate frog.

Loren looked at his steps, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you want to practice dancing with Neville?"

"No need." Ron said quietly, "I have practiced with Lavender enough these days. If I can spend the same time studying, I think my results can surpass you and Hermione."

"So, you think Lavender Brown is pretty good, right?"

"Well, at first I didn't think she was pretty enough, but I'm not the most handsome among boys either..."

……

"Oh, my Ronnie, his eyebrows, his eyes, nose...even the freckles on his face are just right."

In the girls' dormitory, Lavender held his heart with both hands, and his sweet tone made several roommates get goosebumps.

Parvati shook her head in disgust, turned back and continued to look at Hermione's front teeth, and praised: "Why didn't I notice you were so beautiful before, Hermione? You just adjusted the size of your front teeth."

"Also unloaded a large schoolbag that was heavier than her," Lavender added.

Hermione smiled happily: "I begged Madam Pomfrey for a long time before she agreed. She held up a mirror to perform magic on me and told me to tell her to stop when the teeth are adjusted to the appropriate size...

"When I go home for the summer, my parents will probably complain. They think teeth and magic shouldn't be associated, and that I'm more suitable for wire braces to correct my deformed teeth."

Neither Lavender nor Parvati understood the last sentence, but they were used to not understanding what Hermione said.

Lavender patted the quilt and urged cheerfully: "Hermione, put on your dress quickly and take a look, you are the only one missing!"

"Certificate dress..."

Before he finished speaking, a clean and tidy house elf in a skirt suddenly appeared, holding two boxes from an extraordinary clothing store in his hands, and said in a high-pitched voice:

"Sorry, Miss Granger, Professor McGonagall does not allow the pumpkin carriage to enter the castle, so I have to send the wheat here."