I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The warmth is just right and warms the heart.

The two of them sat in the empty tower, and John apologized, "I didn't prepare many snacks."

"No, this is fine." Daphne looked outside, she was wearing John's coat.

The moonlight shone into her eyes, casting a veil on her face.

John saw this and moved his fingers.

Daphne stood up and walked outside.

On the top floor of the magic tower, there is an exit that overlooks the entire city.

She stepped barefoot on the falling snow, and the bustling scene of thousands of lights was reflected in her eyes.

Leaning lightly against the wall, she stared at the beautiful scenery.

"Is this what you saw?" she asked, as if talking to herself.

John nodded, looked over there, and said, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Beautiful indeed.

Whether it is the scenery or the beauty.

Tom arched his back from John's arms and leaned into his embrace, his tongue hanging out in a flattering smile.

John rubbed Tom's head.

Seeing this, Riddle looked at Basil and then at Tom.

At this moment, Basil seemed to have completed his communication with Riddle.

He leaped down from the owl stand, drew a perfect arc in the air, and flew past John.

Tom, who was supposed to be in John's arms, was caught by Basil and flew away as soon as he turned his head.

Tom blinked, somewhat unresponsive. Wasn't he in his master's arms just now?

Flying towards the stairs, Tom was thrown down by Basil before he could even beg for mercy.

A dog turned into a ball and rolled down the stairs.

Herme froze in his tracks. He was about to go look for John.

But a black owl landed next to it and stared at it with its round eyes.

Hermo retracted his steps and had to hug his elder brother and cry.

"John." Daphne, who was standing there, turned around as if she had made up her mind and called John softly.

John looked up and responded, "I'm here."

Standing under the cold moonlight, it was like a spotlight falling on the girl's beautiful skirt.

Snowflakes fell inside along the moonlight, and the girl took off her coat.

She stretched out her hand, just like the boy had always stretched out his hand.

This time, it was her turn.

"Dance with me."

Daphne smiled peacefully.

She was like the moonlight, shining into the dark magic tower.

She is also the warm stove that dispels the loneliness.

And John, that is the magic tower, that is lonely and cold.

He looked at the girl in the moonlight.

Like her wand, she is the moon's favorite.

An invitation is extended that requires a response.

A smile appeared on John's lips and he stepped towards the moonlight.

Standing in front of Daphne, he was just inches away from the moon.

He reached out his hand and made contact with the inviting fingers.

The coldness passed from John's fingers to Daphne.

The warmth, however, passed from Daphne to John.

Daphne took the initiative to hold John's hand and pull him into the light.

Under the moon and snow.

Like one Christmas they attended together.

That time John held Daphne's hand, this time he was the passive one.

"Put your arms around my waist." Daphne's voice trembled slightly, but she still said it.

John moved one hand down to touch the slender waist.

At this moment, there were some more ripples in his heart.

Throw a stone into the silent lake.

There were only two owls and two star spirits as spectators at this dance.

There is no music, because everything in the world is playing for them.

Dance, steps, hands.

Spinning to show beauty, Daphne is light as a canary.

But canaries shouldn't be imprisoned in cages.

With smiles on their faces, they held their own dance party under the moonlight.

Hermo was very interested. He and Hector sat in the corner and started dancing like the other two.

However, the Protoss were short-handed and the dance between the two guys soon turned into a fight.

Riddle couldn't stand it anymore and slapped the noisy little guy away.

They immediately became as well-behaved as good babies.

Basil had sharp eyes and saw Tom preparing to climb the last three steps.

He flew over and kicked Tom in the head as he reached the last step.

Tom tumbled down again before he could see his master dancing.

I guess only this dog can withstand being kicked down twice in a row.

The wizards outside are not about to rest.

They gathered in front of the biggest screen.

Christmas trees were erected in the shops along the street. The wizard city, covered in white, was filled with a lively atmosphere.

Their cheerful music played, sending blessings to their Witch King.

The singing class held Toad and sang for the coming Christmas.

In the werewolf community, the kids gather together.

Adults sang praises to the Witch King on this day. They thanked him for the fairness he had given them and for the food he had given them.

The two brothers Chudai and Zoffy stood together, looking at the innocent and lovely smiles of the children with full of doting.

Looking back at the house, it was as if I could see old Jack looking at me the same way he used to.

"Come on, kids, we're going to the Central Square to countdown to Christmas together."

Zoffy showed his childish side, cheered, and led the way to the central square with the other children.

Lupin and Tonks held the baby together and followed the community.

The Weasley household was equally bustling.

The twins urged their family to go to the central square.

Ginny and Ron also took some time off from work and returned home.

The whole family set off towards the central square in a mighty procession.

Under the huge screen in the central square, the gathered wizards watched the clock on the screen approach midnight.

They began the countdown.

10、9、8、7……3、2、1……

0!

Christmas bells rang and fireworks lit up over the wizarding city.

The dance on the magic tower came to an end at the same time.

Daphne looked up at John and said, "Merry Christmas, John."

John chuckled, "Merry Christmas, Daphne."

Merry Christmas, everyone.

The face so close at hand, amid the sound of fireworks and countless blessings.

Daphne had fantasized about a day like this many times.

This relationship lasted for several years, starting from when he was rescued from Peeves by John.

Daphne smiled, her smile as beautiful as a flower, and her right hand slowly touched John's heart.

Silence.

The two of them just stood there quietly.

"Promise me, John," Daphne looked into those eyes, with infinite emotions inside, "Don't forget me."

Perhaps knowing something, Daphne gently stroked the face with her left hand.

The faint beating of the heart on the fingers of the right hand is a sign that one is still human.

The promise she made to herself when she came here echoed in her mind.

Maybe it's time to let go.

Be a loser in this love chasing game.

Daphne let go of her hand and turned to leave. She had no regrets.

right?

"Daphne," John called her and subconsciously reached out to touch her wrist.

The skin touched by the fingers was like an indelible mark, imprinted in Daphne's heart.

She understood herself and knew that the courage she had mustered was as fragile as paper.

Yes, face love.

What Slytherin could be brave?

Is a coward.

We are good at calculating and protecting ourselves.

But when it comes to love, we are as timid as blind people who cannot see clearly what is ahead, and we hold on to that little clue and refuse to let go.

Love is great.

Great because of forbearance and restraint.

I am sorry, my king.

The selfish Slytherin tried to possess you again and again.

Even if I fall into the abyss, I still want to be close to you.

It's my stupidity and narrow-mindedness.

My king, please allow me to be selfish. Even if I am buried deep in the earth, I will never forget your tenderness.