Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

"Will you come to the dance with me?"

"it is good!"

Harry stared at the conversation between the two in amazement, his mind full of question marks.

Then Ron also found a dance partner. Harry was the only one left without a dance partner.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?"

Just when Harry was lamenting that his friend was not loyal enough, a crisp voice sounded behind him.

When he looked up, what caught his eye was the bright red hair unique to the Weasley family. Under the delicate facial features (at least that's what Harry thought), a pair of big watery eyes were looking at him with concern - this was Ron's sister Ginny.

"I'm worried about not being able to find a dance partner for the dance."

Harry sighed, telling the truth.

On the other side, Ginny seemed to have mustered up her courage and said to Harry in a mosquito-like voice: "Then do you want to invite me to join you?"

Looking at the sparse freckles on the other's face due to shyness, Harry suddenly felt an urge to invite the other party: "Okay? I mean, do you mind if I invite you because I can't find a dance partner?"

Hearing that it was not a rejection, Ginny smiled happily.

"Of course not. I heard that you, Harry, rejected invitations from twenty beautiful girls in one week."

"Hey hey hey"

The 'Boy Who Lived' also somehow found a dance partner.

I hope Ron won’t be too excited when he finds out. In the blink of an eye, his house was robbed and his only sister seemed to be kidnapped by his best brother.

On Christmas Eve, the dance is about to begin.

Dudley had changed into a custom-made suit and was standing at the stairs leading into the ball.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Dursley? I think you should stay with your dance partner at this time. After all, you will be on stage soon."

A slightly yin-yang voice sounded, and there was only one person in Hogwarts who dared to speak to Dudley like that.

As expected, it was Madison Roberts Flint, who had been at loggerheads with Fleur the moment they met.

Dudley said nothing but stared at her for a moment.

Anyone else would definitely feel uneasy if they were looked at like this by Dudley, but Roberts did not feel uncomfortable at all.

"What? Is there something on my face?"

"You're not wearing a dress. No one invited you?"

Only fourth-year students were allowed to attend the dance. Roberts was only a third-year student, so she wouldn't be able to attend the dance if no one invited her.

"How is that possible? I just don't like it."

Roberts had a proud look on his face and unconsciously straightened his chest, revealing his proud cleavage.

Although he is only a third grader, his development is better than many sixth and seventh graders.

Dudley admired in his heart, but while he was looking at others, others were also looking at him.

Roberts's gaze retracted and fell on Dudley's sturdy chest. Even the custom-made dress was stretched tightly because of the huge chest. It seemed that the clothes would be torn into pieces at any time. She seemed to have thought of something. Her eyes began to flicker, and the blue veins on the back of her hand appeared and disappeared, throbbing slightly.

"But if it were you, I could."

"Sorry for the waitting."

He was interrupted before he could finish his words.

Roberts glared at her in dissatisfaction, and then she was stunned. When did such a beauty appear in Hogwarts?

Standing in front of her was a girl who was just as pretty as her, and even more charming. She was wearing a flowing robe made of light purple-blue fabric, and under the light she looked like a fairy from a painting.

"Granger?!" Roberts said uncertainly.

In her impression, Hermione's iconic messy hair disappeared, replaced by soft and shiny long hair, tied into an elegant bun at the back of her head.

"How's it going Dudley, does it look good?"

Hermione walked right past Roberts and came to Dudley.

"You look good. You look good all the time."

Ever since Hermione appeared, Dudley's eyes had never left her, which made Hermione very satisfied. After hearing the generous praise, she was even more delighted.

Dudley had wanted to touch Hermione's head, but she had her hair tied up now, so he couldn't touch it like before.

"But I still think your previous look was good."

This is a typical straight man's statement. If other girls heard Daddy's remarks, they would have been furious. They worked hard for 3 or 4 hours to get dressed, and in the end you said, "Did your previous look look better?"

Hermione is not an ordinary person. Compared with the hard work of styling her look, she cares more about Dudley's opinion.

She put on her make-up entirely for Dudley and not for anyone else.

"Then I'll recover tomorrow."

"Ah."

Roberts on the side looked at Hermione and then at Dudley, and suddenly felt that he was redundant.

Chapter 300 Everyone was silent at that moment

Neville was wearing a pure black, quite traditional European-style dress that looked a bit old. The characteristic of the dress was that it had no special features at all and was a very conventional style. I guess it was chosen for him by Mrs. Longbottom. This big boy, who had a burly figure but always had a shy smile on his face, was entering the hall with his dance partner.

Compared with Neville, his dance partner Luna's outfit was much more unique. She wore a skirt made of silver sequins, which glowed brightly under the light.

The two of them walked to the large round table at the end of the auditorium and sat down, facing the gazes of the crowd.

Next came Draco, who was wearing a slightly flirty purple evening gown. With his platinum hair and light grey eyes, he had a unique aristocratic temperament and was very handsome, attracting the attention of many little witches.

Astoria, my dance partner, was wearing an emerald-colored skirt today. Her long golden hair fluttered in the wind. Her blue eyes were charming, and the shallow dimples on both sides of her cheeks matched her petite figure compared to her peers, giving people a strong desire to protect her.

Many wizards were amazed at how quick Draco was, but they were also secretly regretting why they hadn't discovered such a lovely girl earlier.

Next was Harry. The color of the dress he chose was also pure black, but the style was much more fashionable than Neville's, and even more eye-catching than many wizards' styles present. Dudley spent a lot of money to ask a French dress designer to customize the style. The faintly visible scar on his forehead, combined with his emerald eyes, added a lot of mystery to him. If his temperament was a little more melancholy and matched his already good looks, he would definitely be able to capture the hearts of a large group of little witches.

His dance partner Ginny wore a dress mainly in green and pink, which gave a sweet feeling overall. It was a pity that the star buttons on the dress were too cartoonish. Fortunately, Ginny's appearance was still good enough, so she managed to hold up the look.

Then there was Ron from the discipline team, he was wearing the suit sent by Mrs. Weasley, which he jokingly called a medieval dress with dull colors. The overall look was not as bad as imagined, after all, this suit with who knows how many years of history was once a trend of the times.

In fact, Ron could have changed into a new suit. The Galleons he had were more than enough to buy another one, but he still chose this suit even though he kept complaining.

Ron loved his family and family was his top priority.

If Ginny's dress was more cartoon-like in style, then Ron's dance partner, Miss Lavender Brown's dress was full of girlishness. The whole dress was mainly pink, even the headband on her head was pink.

Just two minutes before the dance was about to begin, a man and a woman arrived late.

Dudley and Hermione.

The former had a unique slicked-back hair style, and wore a custom-made pure black tuxedo with a black U-shaped shawl collar, a single-breasted, three-button low-waist vest on the inside, and narrow-sided trousers on the bottom, with a wing-collar French-sleeved shirt made of natural mother-of-pearl as a placket. Under his neck was a pure black bow tie, which was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. The corners of the lower collar piece protruded sharply upward, with clear edges and corners and full of layers. There was no doubt that this was a wide peaked lapel, and finally... a delicate rose on his chest.

This is Dudley's look today.

As for Hermione, there is no need to elaborate on her. Even Roberts, who has always been confident in his appearance, has expressed his admiration for her.

The flowing light purple-blue dress (pink in the movie) contrasted beautifully with Dudley's black tuxedo, making the two of them catch everyone's attention the moment they appeared.

At that moment, the entire auditorium became very quiet, and time seemed to have stopped as if someone had pressed the "Zevarud" button. The two of them walked into the auditorium step by step.

What a picture of beauty and the beast.

Almost all the little wizards were shouting in their hearts, and all the little witches wanted to be the beautiful girl who was with the beast.

Lucius and Bagman were absent from the professors' seats. Karkaroff was staring absentmindedly at the cup in front of him. Madam Maxime's attention was attracted by Hagrid sitting next to her. Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione tenderly. Moody raised the kettle in his hand at the two of them. Snape rarely raised the corner of his mouth and seemed to be in a very good mood.

"Everyone is here, so I declare that the dance officially begins now!"

“Enjoy it!”

Dumbledore said with a smile, and it was obvious that he was truly happy at this moment.

When you get older, you like to be lively.

"Warriors, please come on stage. We need you to lead the dance."

As a slow, sad tune played, the four warriors and their respective partners stepped onto the brightly lit dance floor.

The eyes of all the young wizards were focused on the eight of them.

There is no fixed dance, no fixed movements, and even no fixed rhythm. It is all based on free expression and you can dance however you want.

Fleur and Viktor held their partners' hands and immediately got into the mood, starting to perform an impromptu dance. Viktor, as a Quidditch star player, was naturally no stranger to dance, not to mention Fleur. As a magic school in "romantic" France, they had a special program for teaching dance.

Even Harry began a slightly awkward dance to Ginny's rhythm.

The only pair standing there who hadn't taken any action were Hermione and Dudley.

"Dudley, I've never seen you dance before. I learned a little from reading a book. You can follow my rhythm and do it slowly."

Hermione whispered as she moved closer to Dudley.

She had thought that Dudley was just not very good at dancing.

It was true that Dudley was not good at dancing.

However, what he meant by being incompetent was not quite the same as what Hermione understood.

"Ah, I was underestimated."

Dudley took the rose from his suit and put it to his nose and sniffed it.

Then he gently put his arms around Hermione's slender waist.

"Hermione, I didn't tell you that I'm pretty good at dancing."

Dudley whispered in Hermione's ear, the hot breath from his mouth made Hermione itchy. Such close contact made Hermione's cheeks unconsciously flushed.

Gently took Hermione's soft little hand.

"Are you ready, my princess?"

"Don't resist for a while."

The slight doubt that had just arisen in Hermione's mind about Dudley's words disappeared with Dudley's next action.

Dance LV5 activated!

As the two danced higher, they successfully attracted the attention of the entire audience once again.

Whether they could dance or not, everyone was silent at this moment.

Chapter 301 Yours is mine, Dursley!

Nothing else is just too wonderful!

It was hard to imagine that Dali's huge body could perform such soft movements, such coordinated movements, and such graceful movements.

Yes, beautiful.

Can you imagine a muscular man as big as a hill flying like a beautiful butterfly and twisting like a graceful willow branch? But, it is pleasing to the eye and there is no sense of disharmony.

Spinning, jumping, with eyes closed, sometimes gentle and tender, sometimes full of energy, making people linger, Dudley's light posture accompanied by vigorous steps, cooperating with Hermione to create a different visual feast for everyone.

If I have to describe it in one word, it would be art!

When the song ended, there were only two people left in the field. The three warriors who had been dancing had already stopped and were watching Dudley and Hermione's duet dance quietly like the other little wizards.

"Clap clap clap!"

Victor, who was also a warrior, took the lead in applauding. He didn't mind at all that Dudley stole his limelight. He admired Dudley from the bottom of his heart.

You see, his body is more trained than those Quidditch players, and he is also an excellent person. Not only did he invent the wizard cards and he is also a first-class wizard, but now he is also a great dancer.

Of course, his vision is also first-rate, and his level of finding dance partners is also excellent.

With his lead, the other little wizards finally woke up and started applauding.

Viktor's student behavior cannot be brought to the school's attention. When Karkaroff saw his students taking the lead in applauding their rival and making him the center of attention, his expression became unhappy and gloomy again, as if his face had not been gloomy for a single day since he came to Hogwarts.

Miss Fleur, another warrior, was not as magnanimous as Viktor. She stared at Hermione with a bad look. She felt that Hermione had stolen her attention.