Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

To be exact, it was Hermione with a different look.

"Hello Harry, and Cho," she said with a smile, the lilac-blue fabric of her robes shining brightly in the light.

After taking off the thick books that she never left behind and tidying up her always messy hair, her temperament became completely different.

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As the warriors lined up and entered the stadium one by one, warm applause broke out, and Fred and George, who were so excited, even whistled.

Naturally, walking in the front were Cedric and Pavla. Both of them looked very happy and greeted every supporter with a smile, especially Pavla.

She wore a strapless embroidered dress today, paired with white long gloves, which highlighted her slender waist and intellectual temperament. Walking beside the tall and handsome Cedric, she looked quite fragile, like a little bird.

As they approached the guest of honor table, they happened to pass by the round table where Lynn was sitting.

Cedric smiled shyly, while Pavla smiled generously at Doris and Boyce, and winked at Lynn, changing her usual good student style to a bit of playfulness.

Lin En also liked this sensible and intelligent student, and was generous with his applause and smiles.

Of course, this also includes the others walking behind them.

Fleur, Hermione, and Harry.

He saw that Fleur's gloomy face relaxed a little, but Hermione and Harry were still a little reserved, especially Harry - he seemed to have not yet come out of the joy of dating his ideal person, and followed closely.

Euphemia whispered in his ear: "Why does this child not look very smart?"

“Ahem… don’t say that.” Lin En couldn’t help laughing, so he could only clear his throat and look serious, “They are still children.”

Miss Fei had a playful expression on her face, and Doris next to her also looked at them with a smile.

Today, Miss Foley wore a dark green dress robe, which was not eye-catching and had a very Slytherin temperament, which was in contrast to Boyce's flamboyant personality.

After the warriors took their seats in the guest of honor seats one by one, the dinner naturally began. The dining style at the Christmas ball was different from usual ones. There was no food on the golden plates. In front of everyone was a small menu filled with various dishes, taking into account the characteristics of various countries - of course, it cost a lot of money.

Most of the young wizards looked at each other in bewilderment. Dumbledore picked up the menu, looked at it carefully, and then said clearly to the plate: "Pork chop!"

A steaming hot pork chop appeared immediately.

Others followed suit and ordered their favorite dishes. Harry ordered a Hungarian goulash. The sweet and sour appetizing aroma immediately aroused his appetite.

At the same time, Fleur, who had been unhappy from the beginning, began to complain to her dance partner, from the decoration layout of Hogwarts to today's Christmas dinner, everything made her unhappy.

It was unclear whether Roger Davis heard clearly or not. He had an infatuated look on his face and just stared at her, unconsciously agreeing with her - this made Harry feel a little speechless.

As for the others, they were all chatting about their own things and obviously didn't care much about what was happening here.

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In Lin En's opinion, Furong's dissatisfaction might have other reasons, because even the picky Euphemia didn't think there was anything wrong with tonight's layout and dishes.

After tasting a little bit of the beef stewed in Burgundy red wine, she turned her attention to the dessert, for which Lynn personally oversaw the selection of people and ingredients.

"Mont Blanc!"

The brown "Mont Blanc" came out, and the chestnut aroma was soft and mellow, making her squint her eyes comfortably - as for the unfinished beef stew, it would undoubtedly fall into Lynn's stomach.

Doris was eager to try it out as she watched from the side, but when she thought about the dance that was going to happen and saw the whole piece of German roast pork knuckle in front of her, she could only stare at Lynn with envy.

Miss Foley, who has always been smart, miscalculated today.

And his mouth was stuffed with dog food, making him want to cry but without tears.

Penelope, who was talking in a low voice with Percy, also chuckled, calmly passed the sausages on the plate to her boyfriend, and then quietly searched for a suitable dessert.

The only one who was really busy eating was Boyce. His momentum was so overwhelming that even Cedric, who was watching from afar, couldn't help but smile and pointed to Pavla.

Chapter 534 Christmas Ball (Part )

Unlike lunch, the dinner did not last long because it was not the highlight of the day.

When they were almost done eating, Dumbledore, who was chatting with Amelia, stood up and waved his wand, and a tall stage rose in the center of the empty hall.

A drum set, several guitars, a lute, a cello and several organs were neatly placed on it.

The long-awaited weird sisters rushed onto the stage together. With thick hair and tattered black robes, they caused thunderous applause as soon as they appeared on the stage.

As they picked up their instruments, all the lanterns went out, leaving only the stage brightly lit.

"Dear foreign guests, professors and students present here, please enjoy the music tonight!" Dumbledore said excitedly.

The warriors stood up one after another. Harry was so interested in watching that he almost forgot that he was also one of the warriors. It was not until Qiu Zhang beside him pulled him that he hurriedly left the table.

The opening song of the dance party was a slow and sad piece of music. Six groups of leading dancers took the stage one by one and danced gracefully under the gaze of everyone.

Dumbledore also extended an invitation to Madame Maxime beside him, and the elegant lady gladly accepted it. Soon, a special pair appeared on the stage - even though Dumbledore was a tall man among ordinary people, he looked like a dwarf in front of her, and the top of his pointed hat just touched her chin.

But it should be said that he is worthy of being a French wizard. Even though there is a huge difference in height, their waltz was still smooth and brisk, as if they had practiced it many times and they were in perfect harmony.

Soon, more people followed them into the dance floor, and the warriors were no longer the focus of attention.

"Hoo~!"

Euphemia ate the last bit of purple sweet potato puree contentedly, wiped the corner of her mouth, and looked at Lin En expectantly.

Lynn paused for a moment and looked around.

The others at the table hadn't moved yet.

"It is indeed time." He stood up and bowed slightly, politely extending his hand to his female companion, "Would you please dance with me, beautiful lady?"

Euphemia smiled modestly and gently placed her right hand on Lin's palm.

"my pleasure."

The two walked towards the stage hand in hand, and the students behind them followed.

While walking on the short road, Lynn did not forget to look around with evil interest - as expected, he did not see the figure of old bat Snape - this friendless guy must have run away.

This made him feel good, and he looked at his girlfriend with a smile and asked softly, "Tango?"

"Of course." Euphemia said with a smile, then she cooperated by looking around as if afraid of being discovered, and moved closer.

The two of them walked onto the stage together, moving their feet to the music, and soon immersed themselves in their own world, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, moving among the crowd at a staggered pace.

When the song was over, they were already standing in the center of the dance floor. During the brief break, Euphemia, with her sweet breath, gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, with most of her body still pressed against Lynn.

"Have you been practicing secretly recently?" she asked in a low voice.

Lin En smiled and said, "In order to dance this dance with you, I certainly can't slack off. Do you want to continue?"

"I see a lot of people are eyeing you covetously." Euphemia said with a wicked smile.

As he pointed, he saw a beautiful girl suddenly approaching from not far away.

"Professor Fox, do you mind if I share your dance partner?" Fleur asked playfully, her eyes fixed on her.

"Of course I don't mind." Euphemia looked back with a smile, "But some people may not mind."

A subtle and dangerous atmosphere permeated the air.

At this time, the Weird Sisters played another piece of music, which was much faster than the previous dance music.

"Sorry, I have no plans to change my female companion for the time being." In the expectant eyes of the little witch, Lin En politely but firmly rejected her, turning expectation into loss and regret.

Furong left dejectedly and went straight back to the stage.

"You can actually dance with her," Euphemia said softly, "I wouldn't mind."

"I don't think so." Lin En leaned over and kissed the smooth forehead gently. "Compared to being a student, I just want to dance with you today. How about waltz? I see you're a little tired."

"……Listen to you."

The soft hand slowly rose up and lightly clasped with the prepared big hand.

In the slightly hurried dance music, they walked and turned with ease, retreating from the center to the periphery.

Someone soon filled this position.

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After six or seven songs, Euphemia, who had just recovered from her injury, was really tired, so she went off the stage with Lin En and returned to her seat.

Percy and Penelope had also returned early, but Percy was the only one sitting there - because Penelope was discussing the monitoring equipment with Mag.

The only ones still on the stage were the energetic Doris and Boyce. These two young people even still had the energy to dance the flamenco dance with great vigor and vitality, which caused bursts of exclamations.

Even Fred and Angelia Johnson, who performed the most exaggerated moves, couldn't compare to them.

"They are both quite interested." Picking up a glass of juice at just the right temperature, Euphemia sighed softly, "I really have no strength left. Where is Furong?"

"I really don't know." Lin En looked around and indeed did not find any trace of her. "Maybe..."

"She should be out for a walk." Pavla's voice came from not far away. The two turned their heads and saw her returning with Cedric. "I just saw her go out. She seemed to be accompanied by Miss Clarke from Ilvermorny."

"Is that so?" Lin En stroked his chin and looked off into the distance thoughtfully. "Then forget about them and come sit down."

"Of course, Professor, we are a little tired too." Cedric said softly, "You danced really well today. I think a lot of people wanted to invite you but didn't dare to go - after all, even Fleur failed."

"There's such a thing? I really didn't notice it." Lin En smiled, "This is a rare opportunity, and we also want to dance a few more times."

Euphemia said nothing, but just held the water cup, her eyes so soft that it seemed as if water was about to drip out.

But she quickly put down the cup and walked out.

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On the other side, the rose garden outside the auditorium.

Ron took Harry, who was reluctant to leave, out for a walk. They followed a winding path through the flowers. After walking a few steps, they heard a familiar voice, which startled them and they hid quickly.

"We have already discussed it. The next game will be an event in which all members will participate. The rules will not be made for no reason. We must eliminate the lower grades of Hogwarts as soon as possible. This will benefit both you and me." Kaleya said in a low and hurried voice.

"I have no interest in your plan. I will win this game fairly." Furong's voice sounded cold, and she didn't deliberately lower it. "Go back, and pretend we haven't met tonight."

"But Cedric—"

"You think I'm not as good as him?" Furong sneered, pulled out her wand and waved it vigorously, causing the flowers to explode in both directions. "I'm not the kind of person who relies on tricks and group warm-up to win."

"...I know." Kaleya was also a little unhappy, "I wish you a good night, see you another day."

She walked away quickly, passing right in front of the flowers where Harry and the other man were hiding, and quickly disappeared into the Great Hall.

"How long do you two want to hear it?"

Just as Harry was about to quietly go around, Fleur's voice rang out again. When he looked up, he saw a beautiful but cold face appear not far away.

"...Hello, Delacour." Harry greeted him bravely, but Ron was speechless and couldn't say anything.

Not long ago, he had invited this Beauxbatons warrior, but returned empty-handed, and it caused unpleasantness between him and Hermione.

When they met again, he was a little overwhelmed, but Furong didn't even look at him.

She said to Harry: "You probably heard it all. I don't care what they do, nor do I want to care about your strategy. I never care about these details. Prepare for your own game seriously. Good night."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and left, not returning to the auditorium, but heading straight for Beauxbatons' carriage.

The flying long hair swept past Harry's face, making his nose feel itchy yet inexplicably heavy.

"Let's go back," he said to the silent Ron.

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Harry and Ron returned to the Great Hall and sat at a table away from the stage.

Hermione and Krum danced together again, and Cho Chang danced with a Ravenclaw boy.

After a while, they saw Furong at the gate, who was supposed to be returning to the carriage.

"Why is she back, and with Professor Fox?" Harry asked with a frown.

"I don't know." Ron said dryly, "Maybe it's because the warriors have to stay until the end... Oh, no."

He said nothing more because the answer was obvious.

Fleur, following behind Euphemia, sat down at Professor Eric's round table. After a few words, her face turned from cloudy to bright, revealing a bright smile.

Then, they saw the professor, who had been resting for a long time, stood up again and invited her, while Professor Fox sat next to her with a smile on his face, his eyes showing some encouragement and calmness.

The music of the Weird Sisters also happens to be a lively polka.

Many witches who were resting stood up from their seats.

Harry was stunned for a moment, and then there was a figure beside him.