Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"Please come over here, warriors."

She was referring to the warriors who had passed the first round of the project.

Professor McGonagall changed into a red plaid woolen robe. Unlike what she said, she did not untie her hair at all, but changed into a hat.

The brim of the hat was decorated with a rough wreath of artichokes.

Harry met Fleur. Since the last incident, it was said that she suddenly became mean to Hogwarts.

From time to time, she would mutter and compare this place with Beauxbatons.

For example, she complained that the food in Hogwarts was too oily and sugary, the corridors were too dark, and the castle was not breathable in winter.

However, this situation did not last long.

It seemed that it was gone after she calmed down.

He also saw Cedric and Qiu Zhang. They stood together and looked very intimate and outstanding.

And Flint, the dance partner standing next to him, was Kelly? It was the fifth-year Slytherin who Draco said was generous and polite before.

After everyone was seated in the hall, the front of the hall suddenly became a little more relaxed.

Professor McGonagall began to ask the warriors and their dance partners to line up and follow her in.

After a while, a group of people poured in. They walked towards a long table under the main guest seats.

The walls of the hall were covered with glittering silver frost, the ceiling was a starry night sky, and there were hundreds of mistletoe branches and ivy wreaths hanging.

Instead, there were dozens of small round tables, each with a dozen people sitting around it.

"Well, it's like getting married." Harry didn't know who he heard complaining.

The warriors came to the main guest seats, and Dumbledore smiled happily,

but Karkaroff's face was normal, and his face didn't have the iconic fake smile showing big yellow teeth.

Ludo Bagman wore a bright purple robe with big yellow stars printed on it tonight, and he clapped his hands enthusiastically like his classmates.

Madame Maxime took off her usual black satin uniform and wore a lavender flowing robe. And Mr. Cleveland from the Ministry of Magic, he was dressed very simply, as if the joy here had nothing to do with him.

"Where is Professor Jones?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

It was strange, Harry was also thinking about this question. Logically, Uncle Moon was not the referee, but everyone knew that he was dominating the competition to a certain extent. Why didn't he sit here?

Thinking about it, his eyes looked at the small round tables on the left and right.

Soon, Harry found Professor Flitwick, Professor Sinistra, and Professor Snape. Hmm. Why did he look at me with that murderous look again? Not only looking at me, but also looking at Hermione. It's strange.

After waving to Hagrid, Harry looked away in confusion.

He still didn't find Uncle Moon.

The warriors and their dance partners walked to the table and began to sit down.

Dumbledore picked up the menu and demonstrated how to order. He said to his plate, "Pork chop."

A pork chop appeared on the plate in front of Dumbledore.

This meant that the workload of the house elves had increased. Harry seemed to have predicted what Hermione was going to say.

However, Hermione just picked up the menu and ordered a bowl of yokan.

Then, she put the menu down and said with a smile, "Those little guys have begun to try to accept new things."

"Good news." Harry smiled. It seemed that Hermione had given up short-term and extreme expressions.

During the meal, everyone was talking to their dance partners happily. Harry heard Fleur's voice. She was talking about the ice elves at Christmas in Beauxbatons.

Harry didn't really like to talk during the meal. Usually, he and Draco or others would wait until the main meal was finished and talk about the snacks after the meal.

But today, inexplicably, he was in a very talkative mood.

The same was true for Hermione.

But the things they discussed were really boring to the people around them.

"The Koch snowflake magic sequence is getting harder and harder. I can't make them reincarnate again. I feel that my energy is not enough."

"You have surpassed me by a lot." Hermione said: "I feel that maybe I should use the power of magic itself."

"Maybe so."

Draco suddenly turned his head and said dryly: "Can you discuss something else, such as winter, such as your childhood before the age of ten when you caught grasshoppers and chased puppies - in short, discuss something else."

"Before the age of ten, I was the one who was caught and chased." Harry said awkwardly.

"That's okay." Draco's words were full of embarrassment and apology for touching other people's embarrassment.

But there was no embarrassment on his face.

"Asshole." Harry smiled.

Soon, the food was finished, Dumbledore stood up and waved his wand, and everything was pasted to the wall, leaving a space in the middle.

He conjured up a high stage, attached to the right wall, on which appeared a drum set, a violin, a cello and an accordion.

At this time, the hall was opened again.

Several people from Hogwarts walked in, all dressed in costumes suitable for tonight's banquet.

Although they didn't know what was going on, everyone followed the professors and applauded.

Moon also appeared.

Several students quickly took their seats, and Harry said, "It seems that we should prepare for dancing."

"It seems so." Hermione grabbed Harry's sleeve nervously.

Then, the sound of the violin appeared.

The lanterns on other tables also went out.

The bright light gathered in the open space in the middle of the hall.

Harry heard it, and he and Hermione looked at each other in surprise. At the same time, a scene from the movie they watched together before appeared in their minds.

A blind lieutenant colonel dancing with a beautiful lady in the restaurant.

"Por Una Cabeza, one step away." Harry said, and stretched out his hand at the same time.

The two walked into the dance floor hand in hand. Fortunately, it was not bad.

He secretly practiced in his box.

He admitted that this delayed his study time, but he could not convince himself that "this dance is not important."

The warriors' dance steps flowed slowly with the music. Time passed, and inexplicably, Harry loosened his hand on Hermione's waist, feeling that time passed a little fast and the song was really short.

But soon, the second song came again.

Harry had heard that when Uncle Moon hummed this song, Mr. Lucifer would say, "Miss Sophie likes this song the most."

Then Uncle Moon responded, "This is their song."

Harry also learned the name of this song.

"Merry-go-round of life."

In the second song, more people joined the dance, and the warriors were no longer the focus of attention.

After summoning up his courage several times, Hagrid invited Madam Maxime to walk into the dance floor and became the most eye-catching one.

Professor Snape had disappeared, as if the purpose of his coming here was to eat.

Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore were dancing hand in hand. Harry said that this was really appropriate, as they were both taller than ordinary people.

"Look over there." Hermione whispered in her ear, and then took the initiative to turn Harry around.

Harry also saw it.

Uncle Moon stood alone on the stage, enjoying the music.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked in confusion.

Then, he was led by Hermione and turned around again.

Soon, through the gaps in the crowd, he saw a light green translucent figure.

Sindel was sitting on the bulge above the doorpost, quietly looking at the dance floor below.

She changed herself into the green long dress that she had seen most often in paintings before.

Like spring grass.

Then, her eyes were on the stage.

Muen pursed his lips, um. After thinking for a while, he showed a peaceful smile.

Then, he slowly raised his hand.

Above the porch, Sindel covered her mouth and chuckled, tiptoed, and gently flew over there.

Like descending from the sky.

Muen stood on the stage, leaning forward slightly, and raised his hands a little higher.

After a while, under the attention of everyone, the two hands were gently placed together.

"I still can't dance." Muen said.

"Neither can I." Sindel said with a soft laugh.

Harry had to admit that this was more eye-catching than the combination of Hagrid and Madame Maxime.

Because this combination is really special.

And

Why are these two people dancing so naturally, as if they have practiced privately for a long time?

"Hmm!"

Harry heard a muffled groan, and Fleur fell to the middle of the dance floor.

She sprained her ankle, but obviously, her eyes were not on her own foot, nor on her partner who was concerned.

She just looked at the dance floor in surprise and disbelief.

Harry wanted to comfort her, so he and Hermione passed by them inadvertently and whispered: "They have known each other for four years."

"Okay." Fleur stood up a little depressed and moved around the dance floor with her partner again.

After the dance, Muen let go of the hand that fell on Sindel's waist and returned to the stage again.

Come to the piano.

"I haven't done this for a long time. I have to say that I'm a little nervous." Muen smiled.

"Professor, you can do it, I believe you." A young man next to him encouraged him with what Muen said before.

Muen also laughed.

Sindel came to the piano, leaned on it, and looked at Muen quietly.

Then, her fingertips began to dance.

The soothing piano sounded again.

After a while, Muen slowly spoke.

"What would I do without your smart mouth"

Harry and Hermione danced happily again.

He felt that today was really incomparably light.

Tonight, perhaps it would be the best firewood for his future Patronus Charm.

He promised.

And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright I don't know what hit me, my head was dizzy, and I felt lost

My head's under water as if I fell into the water

But I'm breathing fine but still happy

As ​​the lyrics slowly progressed, Harry felt that his steps were dulled inexplicably.

You're my downfall, you're my muse You are the waterfall running towards me, the muse who inspires me

My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues, you are the sweet blues, stirring my heartstrings

I can't stop singing, it's ringing, in my head for you

Moon's singing did not stop, although some people on the dance floor had stopped.

Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Hermione suddenly thought of what Harry said just now, outside the hallway.

It was the words that Harry used the moon to compare front teeth.

"Perfect imperfection." She muttered softly, looking at the boy in front of her who put his hand on her waist.

Draco was not far away, scratching his nose with his hand.

"Hesitating." He said.

"What?" Astoria did not understand Draco's words.

"Nothing." Draco smiled and said, "Let's dance one more song."

Then the two returned to the dance floor again.

Then, the two of them spun and gradually approached Harry and Hermione.

"Villa Vito--" Draco whispered.

The back of his dress moved slightly.

Then, Draco and the others continued to spin and gradually approached Harry.

At the same time, Harry and the others did not notice the impending "danger".

They just looked at each other, and Harry didn't even know what to do now.

Why did they suddenly stop dancing and just stand in the middle of the dance floor.

Why did they suddenly look at each other and not speak.

What should I do now?

How to break this deadlock?

"That." Harry tried his best to relax himself.

It was this relaxation that was the moment when he was about to speak.

His head seemed to be suddenly pressed down hard by someone.

Immediately, he was a little annoyed and wanted to see who attacked him on the dance floor.

However, this thought only lasted for a moment, so short that his body didn't even react and make the corresponding movements. His head was just forced to lean forward.

The next moment, his brain crashed.

There was no other reason.

It was just because his face was just like that just now.

The lips felt fleeting warmth.

Then, Harry's head seemed to send out a buzzing alarm.

The faces of the two people quickly heated up, like red persimmons covered with snow and frost in winter.

Draco and his dance partner Astoria flashed past them lightly.

They seemed to be still immersed in the music.

"Um" Harry had to say: "Um, how about we go have a drink? Do you feel a little tired?"

Hermione nodded silently.

Harry hurriedly took his hand and ran out of the dance floor.

Then, Harry poured himself a glass of butter beer, and Hermione took a glass of apple juice.

The two hurriedly and coincidentally fled the hall.

Mu En glanced over there.

After a moment, it was just one song.

His hands gently stroked the piano keys, and he sighed: "It's a pity that they can't hear my adaptation of the magic world's version of "Casablanca."

Sindel smiled brightly and said softly: "I will hear it, and I look forward to it from now on."