Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

The atmosphere in the auditorium was extremely relaxed, and even Krum, who had always had a gloomy face since arriving at Hogwarts, was happily chatting happily with the girl next to him.

Soul had put down his hostility towards him early, and the expected incident of Krum falling in love with Hermione at first sight and launching an intense pursuit never happened.

"Ahem..." Karkaroff smiled and interrupted Krum who was telling Emily about the interesting life in Durmstrang.

"Okay, Viktor, don't reveal any more secrets, or your charming friend will know where our castle is."

Karkaroff's words immediately made Krum's face darken and he closed his mouth.

"Igor, on this occasion, it is normal for children to want to know each other better." Dumbledore smiled, saving the atmosphere, his eyes sparkling,

"If you keep it so secretive, people will think you don't welcome them to visit."

Karkaroff also responded quickly. He first apologized in a gentlemanly manner, and then responded to Dumbledore with a high-sounding reason that no one could refute.

Only Soul knew that this predecessor, oh no, it couldn't be said to be the predecessor's Death Eater, was just afraid that the Dark Lord would find him where he was hiding.

Not to be outdone, Dumbledore talked about how when he was anxious to resolve personal matters in the castle, a room full of luxurious toilets suddenly appeared to help him.

Everyone thought Dumbledore was telling a new joke and laughed in unison.

When Dumbledore said this, he winked at Soul secretly. Soul tilted his head and smiled at Hermione, who also knew what was going on.

Yes, that room is the Room of Requirement.

Fleur Delacour was not smiling, she was busy playing a game of pick-and-fault with Roger Davis, comparing her Beauxbatons castle with Hogwarts castle.

Show off the songs of the fairies and the never-melting ice sculptures at Beauxbatons Castle.

Of course, food is inevitable.

Sur also agrees with this. In fact, the food culture in France is indeed much richer than here in the UK.

Roger Davis was so impressed by Fleur's Veela magic that he turned into a licking dog and looked at Fleur's side face obsessively. Every time Fleur criticized Hogwarts Castle, he always agreed and never refuted. The sound is also very loud.

Su Er noticed that many people in the audience cast dissatisfied looks at Roger.

It's hard to get everything you want in the end, and Roger's behavior will definitely make his remaining days at Hogwarts much more difficult.

The other round tables were also very lively. The most eye-catching one was Hagrid at a small round table near the central round table.

He also dressed up with extra care today. His long curly brown hair was tied behind his head with a rubber band. His beard was also trimmed and tied up with a rubber band. He was wearing a brand new suit and was looking at it obsessively. Looking at the central round table, Mrs. Maxim, who is also a hybrid giant.

Madame Maxime did not disappoint Hagrid's infatuated gaze and waved to Hagrid.

Ah... I almost forgot. It seemed that Hagrid exposed Madam Maxime's fig leaf with his inappropriate words after the ball, causing his love that had just begun to fall into ruin.

He would have to go to Hagrid later to remind him that saving love was imminent.

"Sul, try this, macarons, a famous dessert in France." Hermione's white little hand reached out to Sol's eyes. After she realized that no one was looking at her, she quickly adjusted and immersed herself in the delicious food. Among them, the banquet was coming to an end and everyone was eating dessert after the meal.

"Okay." Soul came back to his senses, smiled and opened his mouth to bite the pink macaron handed over by Hermione [ps: Macarons originated in the sixteenth century. At that time, macarons were different from what we know now The difference between what you can eat is that it has no filling. 】

Mmm, very sweet.

Soul reached out and used a spoon to dig out a piece of Napoleon cake in front of him and fed it to Hermione. Napoleon cake is also a classic snack from France.

Hermione took a peek and found that everyone was chatting or eating the food in front of them, and no one noticed her, so she opened her mouth to bite the cake at lightning speed and then immediately retracted it, with a blush on her face.

"It's delicious~" She said vaguely with the sides of her cheeks bulging slightly.

After a while, everyone had enough to eat and drink.

Dumbledore stood up, elder wand in hand.

"That's almost it." He said, "Please everyone get out of your seats. Next is the dance part that we are most looking forward to."

The little wizards stood up in response. Dumbledore waited for a moment, then waved his wand with a smile, and all the tables flew to the wall, leaving an open space. He waved his wand again, and a beautiful stage was placed at the foot of the right wall. On the side stood a drum set, several guitars, a lute, a cello and several organs.

"Now, let us welcome our guests to perform for us. Warriors, it's time for you to prepare-----"

"Weird Sisters!!" Children who grew up in the magical world are familiar with the most popular wizard band. They looked excitedly at the thick hair who suddenly appeared on the stage wearing a deliberately torn wizard robe. The witches cheered.

The musical instruments flew up and started playing.

"We should go." Soul smiled and put one hand behind his back, bent slightly, and stretched out one hand in front of Hermione.

With a shy blush on her face, Hermione approached him.

Harry followed suit and extended an invitation to Ginny.

The warriors and their dance partners walked to the center of the auditorium together. The audience burst out with great enthusiasm, and the cheers and applause seemed to overturn the entire auditorium.

Ginny had never experienced such a scene. Her face was tensed up with nervousness. When she walked to the stage, she accidentally stepped on her robe.

"Be careful, Ginny." Hermione helped her in time. She was also a little nervous, and Soul could feel that her little hand was sweaty when he held it.

"Thank you, Hermione." Ginny stood up in a panic and thanked her immediately.

"It doesn't matter, just pretend they don't exist." Suer also comforted the pale Harry, "Just hug each other and spin around. It doesn't matter whether the dance is graceful or not."

Harry nodded blankly.

The warriors all entered the dance floor, and the rhythmic music on the stage immediately changed into a slightly sad waltz.

"Let's get started too." Soul chuckled and put his arms around Hermione's slender and soft waist. The two were close to each other, and the other pair of clasped hands was slightly raised.

Hermione pressed her head gently against Sur's chest, feeling the steady heartbeat in Sur's chest holding her, and her nervous and rapid breathing calmed down.

So nice, she thought...

The sound of music floated melodiously over the auditorium. Compared to his clumsiness during practice, Soul actually seemed more proficient than Hermione in formal occasions.

The two hugged each other and danced on the dance floor as if no one else was around. Hermione found the tacit understanding she had when practicing with Soul, and became more relaxed.

Their close hearts make their cooperation a match made in heaven.