Over the heads of Krum and the rest, Harry saw that the lawn in front of the castle had been turned into a cave. The inside was twinkling with the light of fairies — this meant that there were hundreds of living fairies. They were either sitting in the magically conjured rose bushes or flapping their wings on the statues. Those statues seemed to be Santa Claus and his reindeer.
Suddenly, Harry felt his surroundings become quiet. He looked up and saw Allen and a beautiful girl in a blue dress passing through the cave and walking over.
Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide in shock.
It was Hermione.
Her appearance at this moment was unbelievably beautiful. She had done something to her hair. It was no longer messy, but soft and shiny. She had tied it up into an elegant bun at the back of her head.
She was wearing a long robe made of light purple and blue fabric. Moreover, her temperament was different. She walked forward with Allen's arm on her arm. Even the hem of her dress that rose with her steps was elegant.
She was also smiling — of course, a little nervous — but her shrunken front teeth looked even smaller.
As for Allen, he was usually gentle and low-key. Everyone knew that he was good-looking, but today, he came with Hermione. His clear eyes and short blond hair that usually fell naturally were all combed to the back of his head, revealing his full and smooth forehead.
His handsome appearance, coupled with his amiable, calm, and elegant demeanor, was really unforgettable.
The little wizards present simply couldn't take their eyes off the two of them.
Ron stared at Hermione in a daze, completely ignoring the girl beside him who was recognized as the most beautiful of the third years, Pavati Petit. Petit.
Krum stared gloomily at Hermione holding Allen's arm. He knew that this girl was extraordinary, but at this moment, he couldn't help but be attracted by the beauty in her bright brown eyes. Her fair face was extraordinarily intelligent. Even he, who was first attracted to Hermione's personality, was now completely captivated by her appearance.
Just then, Professor Mag's voice sounded. "Warriors, please come over here!"
Harry obediently walked over with Jenny.
"So you're here, Harry. Are you and Jenny ready?" Professor Mag asked.
"Prepare for what, Professor?" Harry was confused.
"Let's dance." Professor Mag looked at Harry with a matter-of-fact expression. "This is the tradition of the Three Warlock Competition. You six Warriors will be in charge of the dance this year."
Professor Mag paused before asking, "I think I've already told you, right?"
"No." Harry's expression was particularly innocent. In fact, he would rather face a fire dragon than be suddenly pushed onto the stage to lead a dance.
"Then you know now." Professor Mag scratched the back of his earlobe uncomfortably.
She suddenly raised her head and shouted in the direction of the auditorium, "You're here. Let's go."
"I don't think there's anyone there," Jenny whispered to Harry.
Harry nodded absentmindedly. He didn't hear what Jenny was saying at all. Professor Mag had never mentioned anything about leading a dance.
When the young wizards were all seated in the auditorium, Professor Mag asked the Warriors and their dance partners to line up in pairs and follow her in. They filed in and walked to a large round table in front of the auditorium where the judges were sitting. The people in the auditorium applauded enthusiastically.
The walls of the auditorium were covered with glittering silver frost, and the ceiling was a starry night sky with hundreds of wreaths of mistletoe and ivy hanging from it. The four academy tables were gone, replaced by 100 small tables with lanterns. There were about 10 people sitting at each table.
The Warriors came to the front of the main seats and sat down. Allen sat next to Albert.
There was no food on the shiny golden plates, but there was a small menu in front of everyone.
Dumbledore looked at his menu carefully, and then said to his plate very clearly, "Pork chops!"
Pork chops appeared immediately. The others at the table were enlightened. They followed suit and ordered their favorite food on their plates.
After they finished eating, Dumbledore stood up and asked the students to stand up too. Then, he waved his magic wand, and all the tables flew to the side of the wall, leaving an empty space in the middle. He conjured a tall stage next to the right wall. There was a drum set, a few guitars, a lute, a cello, and a few organs on it.
Professor Mag walked onto the stage. "Loud and clear." Her voice echoed throughout the auditorium.
"Merry Christmas. I wish you all a cultured and frivolous night." Professor Mag left the stage.
At this moment, the band rushed onto the stage together, and the audience burst into thunderous applause. They picked up their instruments, and the lanterns on the tables were extinguished. Allen and the other six Warriors and their dance partners stood up.
The band played a fast-paced waltz. Allen brought Hermione onto the brightly lit dance floor, and began to dance elegantly.
Allen held Hermione in his arms and twirled her on the dance floor.
"The opening dance is for everyone to see. There will be a dance song that belongs to us in a while." Allen whispered into Hermione's ear. His gentle breath made the tips of Hermione's ears turn red instantly.
"What song is it?" Hermione looked up at Allen with sparkling eyes.
Allen didn't answer. Instead, he sniffed beside Hermione on purpose. "There's a fragrance in the air."
Hermione's dance steps slowed down, and she couldn't help but miss a beat. Allen exerted force in his hands, and Hermione rose into the air. She drew a beautiful arc in the air, and landed right in time with the dance song.
"Oh, don't tell me what brand it is." Allen sounded a little excited. "'Ojiwei' sisters soap."
"That's incredible." Hermione looked at Allen with her eyes wide open in shock. "It's' Ojiwei 'sisters soap. Grandmother gave it to me as a Christmas present."
Professor Dumbledore held Professor Mag's hand after a short note, and walked onto the dance floor with a smile.
Madam Loris was nestled in Filch's arms. Filch tilted his head and rubbed his face against her head. He pulled one of her legs straight with one hand and swayed it to the music. The cat, on the other hand, had an expression as if it had been murdered.
Professor Moody sat in his seat, and his feet moved up and down rhythmically with the music. He took out the curved wine flask that he always brought with him, and took a big gulp. He shuddered.
Hagrid used his gaze to invite Madam Maxim again. His eyebrows were about to jump off his face and fly onto the dance floor.
Soon, many people entered the dance floor. The Warriors were no longer the center of attention.
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