I can enter Hogwarts in the last days

Chapter 307 The beginning of the dance

"I didn't expect you would choose white as the main color."

Looking at Hermione in a long dress, Ian felt that his vanity was greatly satisfied.

Obviously, Hermione's outfit has surprised many people, and the tones are also very consistent, giving it a CP couple outfit.

"You're not the only one who doesn't like tedious things." Hermione's lips curled up slightly. She enjoyed the tacit understanding between them.

As they spoke, the two walked all the way from the Gryffindor common room to the Great Hall.

Although there is still some time before the official start of the banquet, the flow of people in the auditorium has become saturated at this moment. After all, no one will really step in for this kind of thing.

After entering, I saw that the interior had been completely renovated. The ceiling that had once released magic was now crystal clear, and countless stars were shining down like a galaxy.

The walls are covered with naturally growing mistletoe, and hundreds of small fruits glow with fluorescent colors of different colors under the influence of magic.

The ivy garland hangs naturally and sways slightly whenever someone passes by, as if to welcome guests.

The moment they held hands, a faint silver light spread upwards along Hermione's arms, and her nervousness was calmed and relieved after a moment.

At the top of the Christmas tree are candles burning in different shapes. The dim light produced by hundreds of candles echoes the stars above.

The old furnishings originally placed in the auditorium have been moved away, especially the four long tables that have remained unchanged and represented the college, and have long since disappeared without a trace.

Feeling Hermione's nervousness, Ian naturally held her hand, interlocking his fingers and holding it tightly: "Don't care about them, that will be very tiring. Besides, it doesn't take a quarter of an hour for them to change their sights."

Each snowflake is more than an inch in diameter, so it's more like flying ice-blue elves than snowflakes.

"I've been practicing for several days, but I'm still not very good at it. You can slow down your dance in a while and just take me with you."

In fact, Ian still overestimated the time. As he and Hermione sat down, within a few minutes, the little wizards in the auditorium stopped paying attention here and turned their attention to other things.

"There's really no way to teach you this little trick. It's not a magic spell, and it can't be released by just waving hand gestures and reciting the right spell."

"Yeah, yeah! It's settled." Seeing that his delaying strategy had taken effect, Ian also breathed a sigh of relief, and then changed the subject: "Hermione, can you dance?"

Although the effect is very simple, it is indeed the exclusive ability of the Soul Awakening Wizard. It is the power to realize whatever you want. Currently, only four people in the magic world are known to be able to do it.

Just like when he forcibly changed the taste of Bibi Dou Beans on the train last time, this ability has reached the wizard's ceiling.

Ian was speechless and didn't know how to explain. The little trick just now was purely a product of distorted reality.

Of course, with the blessing of such fantastic special effects, this place has also become the focus of the auditorium.

Then, two feet above Hermione's head, pieces of crystal clear light blue magical snowflakes slowly fell.

Optical refraction, reflection, fusion... in short, make the auditorium beautiful.

He is too experienced in facing this kind of gaze projection. He knew when he was working part-time at Madame Magic Gold's Robe Shop that any heat will dissipate over time, especially today, it is this kind of grand dinner and dance, and everyone is wearing it. Came with a purpose.

After thinking for a long time, Ian could only use a delaying strategy first. He underestimated the lethality of special effects magic on the girl, and he dug a hole for himself.

Looking at Hermione's eyes full of curiosity, he was quite helpless.

After the song ended, as the three warriors exited the stage, the middle of the dance floor was already overcrowded.

"It's so beautiful... It's like a wonderland in a fairy tale." Hermione's eyes widened, and she was stunned by the sight in front of her.

"It's a little trick that won't cause trouble." After saying that, Ian waved his wand and cast the spell silently. A white stream of light passed by, flew to Hermione's head, and then disappeared quietly.

But there was still a blush that had not dissipated on her cheeks, and her shy expression looked particularly alluring against the backdrop of the white dress.

<divclass="contentadv">"Let's find a place to sit down first. Trust me, it will take a while until they get used to it." Ian raised the corners of his mouth slightly and whispered in Hermione's ear.

"Stop making trouble and get rid of it quickly." Facing everyone's gaze, Hermione said angrily.

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"Okay, it's settled. You won't be able to refuse at that time." Hermione agreed without thinking.

"Dancing?" Faced with the sudden change in painting style, Hermione was stunned for a moment. After she came to her senses, she said with some embarrassment:

"I'm a princess, but I'm not a prince. At most, I'm just the enchanted frog."

The warriors of the Goblet of Fire perform the opening dance, a centuries-old tradition.

In their place are hundreds of small round tables, each topped with a miniature Christmas tree.

Especially when Professor McGonagall and several other judges appeared, everyone focused their attention on the stage.

"You can only learn this magic after you successfully release the Patronus Charm. This is a prerequisite."

"Since this is a fairyland in a fairy tale, do you want to be a princess in a fairy tale?" Ian joked.

The music started playing, and under the spotlight, the three warriors stepped onto the dance floor as scheduled. Their arrival pushed the atmosphere to a climax.

After a long while, not hearing the reply she wanted, Hermione raised her head and asked in disbelief: "You... can't dance either?"

"What are you doing...don't cause trouble, otherwise Professor McGonagall will be mad." Hermione was a little anxious, but she knew how much Professor McGonagall had paid for this dance.

"It's magic, but..."

Faced with Ian's remarks, Hermione obviously planned to buy it, and immediately retorted: "So, isn't it magic? If it is, then why do you think I can't learn it?"

"Then give my princess the treatment she deserves." After Ian said this, he took out the lined wand.

Ian also sighed. It can be seen that the Hogwarts professors have put a lot of effort into today's decoration and decoration.

On the chairs next to the auditorium, unlike others who focused on the dance floor, Ian was having an academic discussion about magic with Hermione.

The magic spell on the ceiling should be from Professor Flitwick, the mistletoe and ivy on the wall are from Professor Sprout, and small decorations such as the Christmas tree are from Professor McGonagall's transfiguration.

"Ang! No." Ian nodded decisively and admitted, it's just that he can't dance, and it's not something to be ashamed of.

"Huh...well, it looks like we'll have to sit here tonight."

Hermione also gave up the idea of ​​entering the dance floor at this moment. She didn't want to go up and embarrass herself under the spotlight.