All things are three at Hogwarts

Looking over the heads of Krum and the others, Harry saw that a lawn in front of the castle had been turned into a cave, which was shimmering with fairy lights. This meant that there were hundreds of living fairies, sitting on magic conjurations. among the rose bushes, or fluttering their wings on top of statues that seemed to be Santa Claus and his reindeer.

Suddenly, Harry felt the surroundings become quiet for an instant. He looked up and saw Alan and a beautiful girl in a blue dress walking through the cave and walking over.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth in surprise.

It's Hermione.

She looked incredibly beautiful at the moment. She had done something to her hair and it was no longer matted but smooth and shiny, pulled back into an elegant bun.

She was wearing a robe made of flowing light purple-blue fabric, and her temperament was also different. She held Allen's arm and walked forward, her hair rising with her steps. The corners of the skirt exude elegance.

She smiled too, of course, a little nervously, but those shrunken front teeth looked even smaller.

As for Alan, he is usually gentle and low-key, and everyone knows that he has good looks, but today he came with Hermione. His clear eyes and short blond hair that usually hang naturally have been combed back properly, revealing a full and smooth mane. forehead.

His handsome appearance, pleasant demeanor, calm and generous demeanor are really unforgettable.

The little wizards present simply couldn't take their eyes away from the two of them.

Ron stared at Hermione blankly, completely ignoring Parvati Patil, the girl beside him who was considered the most beautiful girl in the third year.

Krum stared at Hermione holding Allen's arm with a gloomy face. He knew that this girl was extraordinary, but at this time, he couldn't help but be attracted by the beautiful look in her piercing brown eyes. She Her fair face looked extremely intelligent. Even though he was first attracted by Hermione's character, he was now completely attracted by her appearance.

At this time, Professor McGonagall's voice sounded: "Please come here, warriors!"

Harry walked over with Ginny obediently.

"You're here, Harry, are you and Ginny ready?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Preparing for what, Professor?" Harry was at a loss.

"Let's start the dance." Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with a matter-of-fact expression, "This is the tradition of the Three Witches Tournament. This year, you six warriors will be responsible for starting the dance."

"I should have told you, right?" Professor McGonagall paused and asked.

"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 the dance.

"Then you know now." Professor McGonagall scratched the back of her earlobe uncomfortably.

She suddenly raised her head and shouted in the direction of the auditorium: "You are here, let's go."

"No one seems to be there," Ginny said softly to Harry.

Harry nodded casually. He didn't hear what Ginny was saying at all, and looked confused. Professor McGonagall had never mentioned leading the dance.

When the little wizards were all seated in the auditorium, Professor McGonagall asked the warriors and their dance partners to line up two by two and follow her in. They filed in and headed towards a large round table in front of the auditorium where the referees 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, hung with hundreds of garlands of mistletoe sprigs and ivy. The four academy tables were gone, replaced by a hundred small tables lit with lanterns, with about ten people sitting at each table.

The warriors came to sit in front of the guest seat, and Allen sat next to Albert.

There was no food on the shiny golden plates yet, but there was a small menu in front of everyone.

Dumbledore looked at his menu carefully, and then pointed to his plate and said very clearly: "Pork chops!"

The pork chops came out immediately.Others at the table suddenly understood and followed suit, ordering their own favorite foods on their plates.

After everything was finished, Dumbledore stood up and asked his classmates to stand up as well. Then he waved his wand, and all the tables flew up to the wall, leaving an empty space in the middle. He created a high stage next to the right wall, with a drum set, several guitars, a lute, a cello and several organs placed on it.

Professor McGonagall walked onto the stage, "with a loud voice." Her voice carried throughout the auditorium.

"Merry Christmas, and I hope you enjoy an evening of cultivated frivolity." Professor McGonagall left the stage.

At this time, the band rushed onto the stage together, and the audience burst into thunderous applause. They picked up their instruments, the lanterns on the table were extinguished, and Allen and the other six warriors and their dance partners stood up.

The band played a lively waltz. Alan took Hermione onto the brightly lit dance floor and danced gracefully.

Alan held Hermione in his arms and twirled on the dance floor.

"The opening dance is for everyone to watch, and there will be a dance music just for us in a while." Allen whispered in Hermione's ear, and the soft breath blowing from his mouth made the tips of Hermione's ears turn red instantly.

"What song is it?" Hermione looked up at Allen, her eyes sparkling.

Allen did not answer, but deliberately sniffed next to Hermione: "There is a fragrance in the air."

Hermione's dance steps slowed down, and she couldn't help but stutter a beat. With Allen's hands strong, Hermione rose into the air, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and landed just in time with the dance music.

"Well, don't tell me what brand it is." Allen's tone was slightly excited, "Ogilvy Sisters Soap."

"It's incredible." Hermione looked at Alan with her eyes wide open in surprise, "It's the Ogilvy Sisters soap, a Christmas gift from my grandmother."

After a short note, Professor Dumbledore took Professor McGonagall's hand and walked onto the dance floor with a smile.

Mrs. Norris was nestled in Filch's arms. Filch tilted his head and rubbed his face with his head. He pulled one of his legs straight with one hand and swayed to the music. The cat had an expression that looked like it was being murdered.

Professor Moody sat in his seat, his feet rising and falling rhythmically with the music. He took out the curved wine bottle he carried with him, took a big sip, and shivered all over.

Hagrid repeatedly invited Madame Maxime with his eyes, and his eyebrows almost jumped off his face and flew to the dance floor.

Soon, many people also entered the dance floor, and the warrior was no longer the center of everyone's attention.

The organ played its last trembling note, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The Weird Sisters stopped playing and the auditorium burst into warm applause again.