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Chapter 111 The Prom and Veela

After being tidied up, Weiss was brought to a room by Professor McGonagall. In the room, a girl was sitting there dignifiedly. She was wearing a pure white gown, which made her exposed shoulders and neck more white and clean. The rose is so delicate and beautiful that it becomes one of the few bright colors in the whole gown, and the starlight on the skirt is flickering, making it more elegant.

"...you are so beautiful today..." Weiss blinked, and it took a long time to recognize Hermione who was waiting alone in the room. After a long time, he murmured.

"...Thank you..." Hermione's moaning voice came from her bowed head, and her long, smooth brown hair slipped from her ears, covering the blushing on her cheeks, but the rosiness had already spread When it comes to the exposed white and slender neck, it looks unobstructed.

"...Well, not bad." Professor McGonagall looked at the two of them for a while before nodding in approval, but then said with some regret: "It's too hasty, it's really too hasty, I wish I had brought some accessories. "

"Accessories?" Weiss came to his senses when he heard Professor McGonagall's voice, thought for a while and said, "I have some, do you see?" He took out the stretch bag and handed it to Professor McGonagall.

"Those things from 3000 years ago. Those that haven't been carefully maintained, I'm afraid they won't work." Professor McGonagall didn't take it, and shook his head directly and said: "And the style of ancient Egypt doesn't quite match. Let's not talk about accessories, You two are waiting here, when the guests arrive, I will use the Patronus Charm to notify you to enter, remember to keep smiling."

"Okay, Professor McGonagall." The two quickly agreed.

After Professor McGonagall left, Weiss looked back at Hermione again, and asked strangely, "What have you been doing here? And how did your hair get so smooth?"

"The potion that Professor Snape gave works really well." Hermione stroked her hair and continued, "Professor McGonagall asked me to practice smiling here..." She touched her lips in embarrassment: "You know, I have some..."

"Well... Anyway, you are amazing today, it is better to leave some shortcomings." Weiss shrugged and said: "If it is too perfect, you will be considered the teacher's alchemy doll. You know, the old man's alchemy doll is very good. Perfect."

Hermione didn't speak, but put down the hand touching her lips, then punched Wes hard, and said in a low voice, "Wes, I'm a little nervous..."

"That's how it was the first time." Weiss shrugged indifferently, and continued: "If you can go to the dance again later, it will be much better. And... um... you are so beautifully dressed, you will definitely be popular with everyone. I will forgive you even a little mistake. I am worried that the dance steps that Aunt Mary taught me will step on your feet."

"No, we didn't learn well at that time." Hermione comforted, and then threatened Wes: "If you dare to step on my feet or skirt, you will be finished."

"I'll try my best..." Weiss wiped off the sweat that didn't exist, and said with a guilty conscience.

"The guests are here, you can come out now." A silver-white cat came through the wall, made a urging voice from Professor McGonagall, and then slowly disappeared.

"Let's go, Hermione." Weiss reached out to Hermione, ready to help her up.

"Hmm." Hermione's voice was a little trembling, and she tremblingly grabbed Wes's outstretched hand. After a little effort, she stood up, but the next second, her legs were a little weak, and she fell onto Wes's. In her arms, she said with a slightly crying voice: "No! I can't! Weiss, I'm too nervous!"

"Well..." Weiss frowned when he saw Hermione like this, let her sit down and comforted her: "It's okay, look at me, you wait here for a while." Then he walked out of the door, and he came back after a while Yes, and beside him is the tiger that has become rounder because of eating better.

"Sit on it." Weiss patted the tiger, signaling it to squat down, and then motioned to Hermione, "Sister Jasmine often holds banquets like this when she doesn't meet Aladdin and the lamp god."

"Jasmine? Aladdin? Djinn?" Hermione looked at Wes with question marks on her face, hoping he would explain.

"Hurry up." At this time, Professor McGonagall's patron saint ran over again, urging him again, this time it did not dissipate, and kept staring at the two of them.

"Oh, I see, Professor McGonagall." Weiss nodded to the Patronus, picked up Hermione, put it on the tiger's back, and then carefully helped her smooth the wrinkles that appeared due to the soft fall just now After finishing it, she sat on the tiger side by side with her, and patted its head: "Let's go! Go to the banquet hall!"

…Banquet hall…

"Sister, those big figures from the Ministry of Magic are here..." Gabriel said in a low voice, holding Fleur's hand and looking around.

"After all, it was Mr. Nicolas who sent the invitation. I heard that he hasn't sent out a banquet invitation for several centuries." Furong also responded in a low voice.

"Well, what about the master of the castle?" Gabriel continued to look left and right: "I'm a little hungry."

"You little greedy cat, come, eat a piece of chocolate." Fu Rong lowered her body, took out a piece of chocolate from the small bag she carried with her, and handed it over. At this moment, the lights in the hall went out.

"Huh?" Gabriel took the chocolate, stuffed it into her mouth, and looked around curiously: "The castle master is here?"

"Well, it looks like it's coming. Listen, the music started." Fu Rong straightened up, listened with her ears sideways, and then frowned: "What's wrong? Although there is no wrong syllable, it sounds like Why is it so strange?"

"Well, it's really strange music. The tune is correct, but... it's so ugly." Gabrielle said with her mouth full.

"Talk after eating!" Fu Rong tugged her angrily, and after listening for a while, she came to her senses: "I see, this is probably played by Mr. Nicolas' puppets."

"Well, no wonder... Huh? What is that shiny thing? Someone is coming? Wow! Tiger!" Gabriel swallowed the chocolate with all her strength and nodded in agreement, and then saw a little bit of starlight slowly appearing on the second-floor platform , flickering, and after a while, all the lights came on, and two young people sat on a tiger and appeared in front of everyone.

"Hmm... I always feel that those two people look familiar... especially that dress robe..." Fu Rong stared at the two sitting on the tiger, narrowing her eyes and remembering.

"It's the little brother in the gown shop!" Gabriel looked at it and recalled: "He gave me a lot of candies!"

…the second floor platform…

"It's a great honor for all of you to come to my castle to participate in the ball. I'm Wes Inbas Kabrev." Wes jumped off the tiger, then reached out to help Hermione up, and said loudly to the people below : "Now, prom, let's go."

Just after Weiss finished speaking, the alchemy dolls entered the crowd with silver dinner plates. Each doll tray contained delicious food and fine wines. They would stop by those in need, After the plate was empty, they automatically withdrew from the crowd and disappeared.

"Old man, this music is really bad." Wess pulled Hermione down the platform to sit beside the Nicolas and Dumbledore.

"Just be content! In just a few days, what good band can I find!" Nicole May blew his beard and stared angrily, "I'm still modifying these puppets temporarily, as long as they don't go out of tune!"

"Little Weiss, why don't you take Hermione to the dance?" Dumbledore smiled and held a glass of mead to signal the young people who were eager to try on the central dance floor: "If you don't go, they won't dance first. "

"It's really troublesome." Weiss muttered, turned to look at Hermione, lowered his body, and made an invitation gesture: "Beautiful lady, I don't know if I have the honor to dance with you?"

"Of course." Hermione smiled brightly, putting her little hand on Wes's outstretched hand.

At the end of the song, Hermione helped Wes to the dance floor and let out a long sigh of relief: "It's a good thing you didn't step on me."

"Yeah, yeah, are you having fun at the dance?" Weiss looked at the rosy-cheeked girl amusedly.

"Of course! You can ask me to dance again when you have a chance!" Hermione raised her head and said to the boy who was not much taller than her.

"Okay." Weiss agreed with a smile.

Just when Hermione was about to say something, a female voice interrupted her: "Excuse me, are you Hermione? Hermione Granger?"

Hermione heard the sound and saw that there were two girls, one big and one small, and the little girl shouted childishly: "Big brother!"

"Gabriel, hello." Hermione bent down and gently patted her head, greeting her with a smile.

Gabriel glanced at Hermione's white shoulders, then looked down at her own, then turned to look at Fleur, and suddenly smiled: "Hello, little sister."

"..." The corner of Hermione's mouth twitched, she could swear that Gabriel's eyes definitely said that!Shocked at the thought, he stood up quickly.

"Gabriel, don't mess around!" Fleur scolded before Hermione looked over, even so, she subconsciously puffed her chest out, making Hermione even more ashamed.

"Gabriel, hello." Weiss didn't understand their silent communication, and stretched out his hand to invite Gabriel: "Little princess, do I have the honor to ask you to dance?"

"Okay, my knight, hee hee." Gabriel smiled and took Wes's hand, dragging him onto the dance floor.

When the figures of the two disappeared on the dance floor, Fu Rong narrowed her eyes and looked at Hermione jokingly: "Boyfriend?"

"..." Hermione turned her head to the other side, not looking at Fleur's playful expression, and replied in a low voice, "Sure!"

"Okay, boyfriend is boyfriend, but his complexion today is much better than that of that day." Furong looked at the dance floor jokingly, looking for the figures of two people, one big and one small, and added in her heart: and still ignored my magic.

"Hmm..." These words caused Hermione to keep looking at this girl who was considered pretty in her eyes out of the corners of her eyes, but she still remembered that the girl in front of her didn't like 'pale noble-faced boys'.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm just... I'm just curious because he thinks he can resist my magic." Fu Rong stammered a little after speaking, as if she was undecided between concealing or not concealing.

"Last time I wanted to ask, do you use magic? What kind of magic?" Hermione was curious when she heard that the girl in front of her used 'magic' again but she didn't notice the fluctuation of magic power.

"...It's innate, I have the blood of Meiwa." Fu Rong frowned as if she had made up her mind, and said it in one breath.

Veela's blood makes her release her charm all the time, and she still can't control it very well. Sometimes she thinks, if only she were Veela, then she can control it naturally a talent.

This bloodline brought a lot of troubles to her life. People approached her unconsciously, but they stayed away in horror after discovering the truth. This caused her to not make many friends for so many years.Girls' jealousy and boys' fanaticism made her feel extremely embarrassed.

She also knew that Occlumency could easily block the talents that her bloodline automatically emanated, but it was a profound magic. At her age, there were probably not many little wizards who could learn it.

In the magic world, the word "hybrid" always hangs over her head with ambiguity. Neither she nor Mrs. Maxim can face it squarely. All unfriendliness is shut out.

And this summer vacation, she met a little witch from England. At first she was attracted by her talent and wanted to touch her, but then the little witch's expression quickly became normal. She thought it was her. During the summer vacation, she worked hard to learn and control this talent, but just when she was overjoyed, a boy appeared.

He was wearing a lake-blue retro dress robe, smiled and nodded to her politely, and then went to talk to his sister. At first, she thought it was the result of Gabriel's failure to control her talent, but then she I noticed, his eyes were clear, and he didn't seem to be controlling his mind at all.

And the sensitive Gabriel also noticed this, she smiled very happily, she didn't avoid him like she avoided the little witch at the beginning, she happily chose candies, and put them into her small bag one by one inside.

"Vela?" Hermione blinked her eyes and tilted her head, recalling the books she had read: "Is it that kind of bird... is it that kind of particularly beautiful creature?"

"Well, it's the one with the bird's beak in the fighting form, but I can't be like that." Fu Rong smiled lightly, and put her hands behind her back, pretending to be calm, but the trembling shoulders still exposed her inner anxiety.

"No wonder I wanted to touch you that day!" Hermione suddenly realized, and then patted herself on the chest: "It's a good thing I didn't become a lesbian, let me just say, how could I be so rude at that time."

"Huh?" Fleur was a little curious about Hermione's reaction, it was the first time she saw Hermione so calm.

"I even went to a few stores that day, in order to verify whether I was a 'lesbian', which made Weiss look at me even more strange that day." Hermione explained helplessly.

"Pfft...haha..." Fu Rong was amused by her expression and laughed out loud, but then immediately covered her mouth, her trembling shoulders showed that she was still smiling very happily.

(End of this chapter)