[HPDHGSG] Subversion of parallel time and space

The front of the board is covered with a long piece of velvet.Behind the velvet-covered desks are five chairs, one of which sits Ludo Bagman talking to Rita Skeeter, Queen of the Press in a fancy magenta gown .

Viktor Krum, scowl-faced as usual, stood in a corner, greeting Draco and Harry as they entered.And Fu Rong looked very happy, she kept shaking her head, making her long silver hair shine with dazzling luster.A potbellied man was holding a large black camera that was smoking slightly, and he was watching Fu Rong out of the corner of his eyes.Harry felt that that person seemed to be the photographer who recorded the historic scene between Lockhart and Grindelwald in the Lihen Bookstore during the summer vacation of the second grade.

Bagman suddenly saw Harry and Draco, stood up quickly, and jumped forward.

"Ah, here they come! Braves of Hogwarts! Nothing to worry about, just the wand-testing ceremony, and the other judges will be here soon—"

"We must check that your wands are fully functional and in good condition, as they will be your most important equipment in the events to come," Bagman said. "The specialist is upstairs with Dumbledore. Then a few pictures. This is Rita Skeeter, and she's writing a little article about the Contest for the Daily Prophet..."

"Maybe it's not trivial, Ludo," Rita Skeeter said, her eyes wandering, and just when Harry was a little worried that she was going to dig his own lace, Skeeter actually walked over and stopped him. Fu Rong, pulled the latter into the broom.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that Ewell has warned Skeeter in advance, that's great...

After a while, Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Regulus, and Ollivander all entered the classroom. Bagman explained to them that Skeeter was interviewing Fleur alone in the broom, and Deng Baddo suggested that in order to save time, start wand testing with the warriors who are still here.Everyone readily agreed, and Harry touched his chin. It seemed that Mrs. Maxim thought that Skeeter's interview with Fleur alone would give her extra points.

"Mr. Krum, can you come first?" Ollivander sat on the table and asked gently.

Krum walked over and offered his wand. "Well," said Mr. Ollivander, "if I'm not mistaken, it's Gregorovich's product. He's an excellent wandmaker, though I don't quite know his style...but... ..."

He raised his wand, turned it over in front of his eyes, and examined it carefully: "That's right...hornbeam, which contains the heart tendons of a dragon, right?" He glanced at Krum—Krum Loom nodded. "It's much thicker than people usually see... very rigid... ten and a quarter inches... flying birds!"

The hornbeam wand thumped like a pistol fire, and a flock of birds flew out of the wand head, flapping their wings, and into the dim sunlight through the open window.

"Very tough," Harry repeated Ollivander's evaluation in his mind. Generally speaking, wizards' wands are a reflection of their character.Sure enough, it's Krum's personality...

While Harry was thinking, Draco had passed his wand, and Ollivander stroked Draco's wand and murmured, "This is my work... hawthorn wood, unicorn tail hair , ten and a half inches, not easy to bend, but bendable. Let's see..." As he spoke, he waved his wand, and a vision of a magnificent bird appeared on the tip of the wand, and Harry noticed that it was the same as Draco's Patronus was like, "Fine, fine, and it seems you've taken good care of your wand."

Draco thanked him and took the wand, and Harry handed him his own.Ollivander gave Harry a deep look before he began to check his wand: "Hollywood, phoenix feather, Mr. Potter, the day you came to the store to buy a wand is like yesterday to me..." He said again Waving the wand, an elegant leopard emerges from the tip of the wand, just like Harry's Patronus.Harry guessed it might be the soul expression of each wand - ask the teacher at night.

At this time, Fleur was released from the broom by Skeeter. She looked fine, Harry thought, eight out of ten because she didn't see what Skeeter's shorthand quill was writing. ...

When Ollivander inspected, he sighed that the core of Fleur's wand was Veela's hair. After that, the wand inspection was over, and the wizard with the camera quickly jumped up and cleared his throat.

"Take a picture, Dumbledore, take a picture!" Bagman shouted excitedly. "What do you think, Rita?"

Skeeter said she approves.But Harry bet everyone else didn't think so.It took a long time to take pictures.Madame Maxime blocked the others no matter where she stood, and the room was too small for the photographer to stand far enough to bring her into the frame; in the end she had to sit down and the others stood around her.Karkaroff kept running his fingers around his goatee, trying to curl it into a curl.And Krum, who Harry thought he was used to such things, was skulking behind everyone else—a withdrawn character, Harry sighed.The cinematographer seemed particularly motivated to get Fleur to the front, but Rita Skeeter always caught up, pulling Harry and Draco into greater prominence.Then, she insisted on doing solo photos of the Warriors one by one.It was a long time before they finally got out.

Harry and Draco finally left the room, and as soon as they were out of sight, Harry said, "Draco! You hurry up and bring in the Muggle camera! That guy's camera would choke to death for a picture!" !!"

—————————— I am the dividing line of the Triwizard Tournament—————————

Such a happy and relaxed life, Harry felt that life was wonderful!Skeeter didn't bother him, he didn't have to worry about competitions, he didn't have to write his homework perfectly, he made a lot of friends all at once, Professor Tolkien's writing is very good... oh, praise Vivian goddess!

That day Harry went to Hogsmeade with Ron and Neville, and met Sirius and Hagrid on the Three Broomsticks. When Hagrid mysteriously said to Harry: "At twelve o'clock tonight, come to me hut." At that moment, Harry showed eight small white teeth and said with a smile, "Thank you for your kindness, Hagrid, but I already know, so don't worry."

What is "Four Shockers", this is called "Four Shockers"... Ron, Neville, Sirius and Hagrid, as well as their little friends, were all stunned.

Sirius quickly reacted, lowered his voice, and said seriously: "Harry, this is no joke, a dragon, or a brooding female dragon! Don't be too confident! I'm worried about you."

Harry restrained his smile, looked at Sirius seriously, and said: "As a Gryffindor, we will be careless and informal, as if we don't care about anything, but we are very aware of this kind of thing that concerns our own safety and interests."— —Godric's original words, this is the warning of the lion ancestor.

So the two "clue characters" that Dumbledore kindly arranged for Harry were useless...

November 11th is coming soon, Harry suddenly feels a lot of pressure before that day, why?Because his Potions Maniac teacher told him to steal dragons as his source of potion ingredients, so that he and Salazar wouldn't have to go to Romania or something every time.

Merlin's Dragonhide Gloves!Harry wants to hit the wall, okay? !

After thinking hard all night, Harry finally came up with a solution. He didn't care that it was five o'clock in the morning, so he called Draco with a double-sided mirror and asked him to help him prepare something.

On the 24th, Harry walked into the tent next to the arena again.

"Well, now that you're all here—it's time to give you a briefing!" said Bagman cheerily. "When the audience is assembled, I'm going to pass this bag to each of you in turn,"— —He held up a purple silk bag and shook it at them—"From it you pick out a miniature model of the thing you're each going to face! They're different—well—kinds. I have another Something to tell you... ah, yes... your task is to pick up the golden eggs!" He smiled excitedly at the four warriors, as if it was easy, "ladies first," he said, putting the bag Pass it to Furong.

Fleur reached into the cloth bag with a trembling hand and pulled out a small, lifelike model of a dragon—a Welsh green dragon with a number tied around its neck: number two.Krum pulled out the bright red Chinese Fireball, number one tied around his neck.Without even batting an eye, he sat down on the bench next to him, staring at Harry and Draco who hadn't smoked yet.

Draco reached into his pocket and pulled out the silver-blue Swedish short-snouted dragon with the number three tied around its neck - Harry knew it was one of Draco's favorite dragon breeds. .Harry knew from his last life what was left for him, and he reached into his silk pocket and pulled out the Hungarian Horntail, number four.As he looked down, the little dragon spread its wings, revealing its tiny fangs.Harry lowered his head and grinned: Should he be proud of being the last one to make a shocking ending?

"Okay, you've all got it!" Bagman said, "You've all drawn the fire dragon you're going to face, and the number on its neck is the order in which you go to fight the fire dragon. Do you understand? Well, now I I'm going to leave you guys for a while, because I'm going to explain to the audience. Mr. Krum, you are the first one, you walked into that field as soon as you heard the whistle, understand?" Krum nodded, his face a little bit Pale—he was a little nervous.After speaking, Bagman left the tent and walked towards the referee's seat.Harry saw Percy and Regulus sitting there in the distance.

The whistle was remembered quickly, Krum literally jumped up, Harry and Draco looked at Krum, who noticed their gaze, and when he looked, Harry and Draco nodded at him Express silent encouragement.Krum also nodded in gratitude, then took a deep breath, stepped out of the tent, and faced the Chinese fireball dragon—maybe Mo Yan would be interested?

Krum used the Eye Sickness Curse as in the previous life, which was very effective, but the violent female dragon stepped on a few dragon eggs, and the flames spewed slightly burned the corner of Krum's robe.But overall it was good, and Harry believed that Krum could do better if it weren't for the restriction that he couldn't use black magic.

Next came Fleur, and she did pretty well.Draco was the third one. He used advanced transfiguration to transform the boulder on the field to attract the female dragon's attention, and took the opportunity to get the golden egg.

"The last one to play is the Hogwarts warrior, Harry Potter!"

Bagman's passionate voice echoed above the arena, Harry twisted his neck and walked out easily.

At the other end of the field, the Hungarian Horntail stood impressively.It crouched low, guarding its nest of eggs, its wings half-folded, its vicious yellow eyes fixed on Harry.It was a gigantic lizard-like reptile covered in scales.It violently twisted its spiked tail, leaving several meters of potholes on the hard ground.There was a lot of support from the auditorium, and there were two banners cheering for Harry, changing Harry's head and the image of a lion.

Harry first bowed to the referee's seat, and then asked slowly: "Excuse me, the referees, as long as the golden egg is reached, the task will be completed, no matter what method is used, as long as I only use the wand now, right?"

The referees discussed for a while and felt that there was no loophole in what Harry said, so Bagman finally replied, "Yes, Mr. Potter."

"That's good." Harry shrugged and waved his wand, "Here comes the bazooka!"

I saw an object that almost everyone present didn't recognize flew over from the direction of Hogwarts at a high speed. Harry stretched out his hand to catch it firmly, and before the referees could react, he aimed at the hapless Hungarian Horntail ,emission!

Of course, Harry wasn't that cruel, he was just trying to make a gesture. When the explosion happened, he activated the teleportation array he had prepared long ago, and teleported the Hungarian Horntail directly to a large Hogwarts underground. In the deep unknown chamber.

But all the spectators and referees heard was a terrible "boom" and a dusty chaos.When everything finally calmed down, everyone saw Harry standing by the dragon's nest, holding the golden egg in his hand, with an innocent look on his face.

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chapter.121 Christmas Ball: Preparations

It's been half a month since the first game, but Harry's shocking move is still the talk of all the talking people or paintings or ghosts at Hogwarts, as well as the power of that thing called the "Bazooka".However, at the end of a metamorphosis class, one thing Professor McGonagall said finally distracted the little animals a little.

"The Yule Ball is coming up - a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to mingle with foreign guests. Well, the Ball is only open to students from Year [-] onwards - but if you wish, A junior student may be invited—”

Lavender Brown let out a piercing smirk.Parvati Patil poked her hard and the muscles in Parvati's own face tensed as she struggled to keep from laughing.They both turned to look at Harry, and Harry suddenly remembered that he had forgotten his partner, but it didn't matter, he could invite Hermione or Mo Yan.If Viktor invites Hermione, and if Hermione agrees, then he will invite Mo Yan, but it's better to invite him earlier...

"Put on your dress robes," continued Professor McGonagall. "The ball will be held in the Great Hall at eight o'clock on Christmas night and will end at twelve midnight. Listen—" Professor McGonagall looked at the class calmly. "The Yule Ball definitely gave us a chance to—well—let our hair down and relax," she said in a disapproving tone.

As a result, Lavender laughed even harder, covering his mouth with his hand so hard that no sound could come out.Harry knew what was funny this time: Professor McGonagall's hair was always pulled up in a tight bun, and she never seemed to let it out.

"But that doesn't mean," continued Professor McGonagall, "that we're going to relax our behavior requirements for Hogwarts students. I would be very saddened if a Gryffindor student disgraced the school in any way." ”—Harry raised his forehead.

After class, Professor McGonagall stopped Harry and told him that he, as a warrior, needs to lead the dance. Harry said that he would find a dance partner and take part in the Christmas ball with his best posture to win glory for Gryffindor.Professor McGonagall seemed to be in a better mood after hearing this.

Ron was waiting for Harry outside the classroom, and he asked Harry with a pained face: "Who are you going to invite as a dance partner?"

"I don't know, tell me," Harry shrugged, "accompany me to find her? I'll tell you a few suitable candidates for you later, and then I'll accompany you to Hogsmeade to buy you a Christmas present."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief: "Great - can you dance, Harry?"

"It will be a little bit," Harry said, while slandering in his heart that during the summer vacation of the first and second grades, he learned several dances during the summer vacation of the first and second grades when he was taking the successor standard course at Potter Manor. Done……

After chatting, they arrived at the auditorium. It was lunch time, most people were here, and of course Mo Yan was also there. She was sitting in Hufflepuff's old place, chatting with Hannah Abbott.Harry and Ron walked over, and Ron looked more nervous than Harry.

"Hi, Yan." Harry stood beside Mo Yan and greeted him, as did Ron.

Mo Yan turned his head to see Harry and Ron, and said pleasantly, "Hi, Harry, Ron, I rarely see you coming to the Hufflepuff table. What's the matter?"

"Honorable Miss Mo," Harry bowed very standardly, "I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to attend the Christmas ball with me?"

It has to be said that at this moment, Harry and Mo Yan were more relaxed and natural than Ron and Hannah beside them.The girl Hannah covered her mouth and almost screamed, while Ron seemed uncomfortable all over.

Mo Yan looked at Harry, and burst out laughing, "Harry, when did you start doing this again?... But I regret to say, I'm sorry, I can't promise you, because I have already promised someone else." As she spoke, she shrugged, "If you're interested in who that is..." She motioned for Harry to listen to him, and when Harry leaned in, Mo Yan whispered a name in his ear, which really surprised Harry , but after thinking about it, it was very reasonable, so Harry patted Mo Yan's shoulder naturally, and smiled unseriously: "There are you, Yan, I support you, I believe Hermione has the same opinion as I do. "

"Fuck you!" Mo Yan smiled and pushed Harry, "You're as poor as him! Be careful I changed the words on the badge to 'Potter stinks'!"

Harry smiled and pulled Ron away, the laughter along the way made everyone around him puzzled, shouldn't it be disappointing to be rejected?

"Huh - okay, okay, don't run away." When he was almost at the gate of the castle, Harry stopped, panting with a smile, and Ron couldn't help but say, "Obviously you want to run away." Are you okay?", and finally said: "Come on, tell me who you think I should invite? Or tell me why you are so happy to be rejected?"

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you," Harry patted Ron on the shoulder, smiling brightly, "Go and invite Lavender Brown, she will agree, according to my observation, she likes you very much .”

"Me?" Ron pointed to his nose in surprise. "Will anyone like me?"

"Don't be so insecure, man," said Harry, putting his arm around Ron's shoulders, and the two of them walked out. "Most Gryffindor girls won't say no to an invitation if you invite it in the right way."

"Really?" Ron said, taking out the scarf in his schoolbag and wrapping it up, it was still quite cold outside.

"Really!" Harry said with a smile, and took out his red and gold scarf to put on, "I'll show you how to say it while drinking hot butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks later."

The weather in England in early December became very cold, and the surrounding hillsides were covered with hoarfrost and snow in a large gray area, which seemed to become a prismatic sculpture, even if the north wind kept blowing. The surface of the lake is as cold and hard as quenched steel, and a thin layer of ice has formed on the outermost layer.Looking out from the windows of the tower, the world seems to be shrouded in white mist, like a fantasy world of ice and snow, or a hazy white dream.

"Choose one, Ron," Harry said to Ron in a tailor shop in Hogsmeade, "but I suggest you choose brown or brown shades, it suits you better, black doesn't match your red hair .”

"Listen to you." Ron shrugged, walking up and down the dress area, looking for the dress he wanted - every dress here was a hundred times better than the one his mother gave him, and Harry gave him every Christmas present , birthday presents can be what he needs most, and surprise him every time, and this time is no exception, "Harry, don't you want to buy it?"

"Huh?" Harry looked up from another row of dresses, "No, Sirius sent me one."——in fact, it was Phil, the dutiful house-elf supervisor, who carefully selected ten suits for Harry. Harry chooses.

"Oh." Ron responded and went on to choose his favorite dress.

After Harry and Ron came out of the clothing store, they went to the Hogsmeade branch of the "Pioneer" game console contracted by the Parkinson family. They were surprised to find that the supporting software of the game console launched a set called "Three-hour Teach you to learn the basic dance steps" - the business sense is so good, I have to admit that Harry has seen many Hogwarts students who are willing to pay for this software in the store.

The Hogsmeade branch of the "Pioneer" game machine contracted by the Parkinson family was undertaken by Pansy Parkinson back then. Pansy would come to the store to check the situation on weekends. Harry and Ron happened to meet her, haha Li also knew Pan Xi, and chatted with her for a few words before leaving.

"Really? Parkinson built that store all by himself?" Ron asked Harry in disbelief on the way to the Three Broomsticks.

Harry was idly thinking about who he should invite as his dance partner and replied: "Yes, as the heirs of the nobility, they have a noble status, a transcendent status, and considerable power, all of which are seen by outsiders and envied in their hearts." , but few people know that for the sake of the family, they have no freedom, they must shoulder responsibilities, they must be deep and cautious, and they must be good at dancing. Their responsibilities are much more than ordinary little wizards. During the holidays, others are playing crazy, but they You have to study more courses. Ron, I know you have always envied Slytherin and their superior living conditions, but when you met Draco and Pansy, did you realize that everything is worthwhile? costly."

After Harry finished speaking, he realized what he had said, and it was over if he wanted to take it back. He looked at Ron, who was holding the wrapped dress and seemed to be immersed in thinking, and suddenly felt that it seemed impossible to say it. There's nothing wrong with it. Over the past few years, under the influence of himself and Godric, Ron is no longer as stubborn as he remembered from Harry's previous life.That's fine, that's fine, Harry thought, pushing the door open and stepping into the warm Three Broomsticks.

"Be polite, and make that girl feel valued and cherished, at least as I did to Yan just now, and be more formal. Yan and I are usually friends, so I didn't pay much attention to the wording... Be more beautiful, more attractive, well, it’s actually a bit vulgar, most girls like that, use words like: 'star-like bright eyes', 'satin-like long hair'...you can Go ask Ginny, she should know a lot... Gryffindor boys are not very good at this, so if you pay attention, you can get a good partner, for sure, I have confidence in you."

Harry held his butterbeer glass and babbled to Ron for a while before giving up. Ron's head went dizzy: "How do you know this, Harry?" he couldn't help asking.

"Ah? Well," Harry scratched his hair, "I figured it out from the eighteenth and nineteenth century Muggle novels I read, and what Hermione told me."

Ron looked at Harry and nodded in awe.

————————— I am the dividing line of Christmas—————————

Christmas is fast approaching and snow is falling on the castle and grounds.Beauxbaton's light blue carriage looked like a big frosted pumpkin in winter, and the little gingerbread house next to it was Hagrid's cabin; A layer of ice had formed and became smooth and translucent, and the rigging was also covered with a layer of hoarfrost.The house-elves in the kitchen below were too busy preparing piping hot stews and sweet puddings in a variety of flavours, and only Fleur Delacour, whose critters were almost unfriendly, could find an excuse to complain A few words.

"The food at Hogwarts is so greasy," she heard her say, frowning, as they left the Great Hall one evening. "I can't fit my robes!"

"Harry," Ron said seriously, turning his head to Harry, "you and Draco must beat that Beauxbaton's in the second round!"

Harry was taken aback by Ron's aura, but complied anyway.At this time Lavender and Parvati walked past them, Lavender blushed and smiled at Ron and walked away quickly-Ron invited her the day before yesterday, a very successful invitation, but the invitation The words were written by Ron asking Harry to help him.

As for his own dance partner, in the end Harry chose Luna, the girl whom the other house critters always referred to implicitly as "the crazy girl."Harry has always thought that this girl is very special, her temperament is ethereal, agile, and her focus is always very strange, so every time she says something, basically only Kitty Hawk in the same courtyard knows what she is talking about (but it is also very remote. That's it).In a sense, the eaglets are as arrogant as the little snakes, so when they are ridiculed as nerds, they don't know anything, and when they are called crazy, they don't bother to explain anything.When you have enough capital to walk with the kittens, you will find that they are actually very cute, and they are also very fond of jokes or pranks, but those jokes need to have a basic foundation to understand...

Although the teachers gave the fourth graders a ton of homework over the holidays, no one was in the mood for homework when term was over.The people in Gryffindor Tower were almost the same as before the holidays, and the tower seemed to have shrunk because the people living in it were noisier than usual.Fred and George's canary biscuits were selling well, and every now and then, during the first day or two of the holiday, someone would suddenly start to grow feathers all over their bodies.But soon the Gryffindors learned their lesson and were very wary of the food being handed, in case there was a canary biscuit hidden in the middle.George confidently told Harry that he and Fred were working on another new product.Harry told himself never to accept anything from Fred and George in the future, not even a single potato chip.He still hadn't forgotten about the Dursleys and Tongue Toffee.

Christmas came when Harry was holding "Lord of the Rings 3" for the second time. Although Godric and the others thought that the four apprentices would play crazy the next day, they played it earlier the night before, but Harry returned. In the dormitory, he read for a while before falling asleep, so for Harry, it seemed that he had to open his eyes as soon as he closed them—Christmas was here.

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chapter.122 Christmas Ball: Stunning Appearance

"Hi Harry, Merry Christmas."

Harry got up and saw that Ron had already put on the sweater knitted by Mrs. Weasley with a big "R" on it, and he yawned: "Merry Christmas, Ron... Neville and Seamus are still here." sleep?"

Ron nodded while unwrapping the presents: "Yeah, I have some fun tonight, so sleep a little longer... Leo went out early in the morning, and I don't know what to do."

Hermione gave Harry a set of hardcover "The Lord of the Rings Trilogy"; Mo Yan gave Harry an authentic Hanfu; Penknife, with gadgets that can open all kinds of locks and untie all kinds of knots; Hagrid sent a big box of candy, with all kinds of flavors: Bibi, Chocolate Frog, Blowing Super Bubble Gum , Zizi bee sugar.Mrs. Weasley sent her usual annual package containing a new sweater (green one with a dragon on it - Harry guessed Charlie had told her all about the Horntail), and a bunch of homemade meat pies.Luna sent the latest Quibbler Christmas Special; Neville sent a lovely Meebu Meebo - it's too small to spray dope; Ludwig sent Harry a copy of G History" - very thick; Cedric even gave Harry a brass compass on a broom.

Draco gave Harry a full set of the "Forgotten World" game that comes with the ultimate holographic version of the "Herald" game console - that is, the game of Middle-earth. There are more than a dozen large-scale games in the full set, and more than 30 peripheral derivatives. Small games, like Sindarin Scrabble or something.

Harry finally picked up what was clearly a gift from the Big Four, and opened the sizable gold and silver box when he was mentally prepared.After opening it, Harry actually got a small surprise, which contained a set of dresses designed by the Big Four for Harry, as well as matching jewelry.It's hard to imagine the Big Four spending energy on this, thought Harry, rubbing his chin - there must be a reason.

The daytime of Christmas was spent sharing the topic of gifts received, enjoying a large amount of roast turkey and pudding in the auditorium, playing wizard firecrackers, and having snowball fights. At about six o'clock, everyone returned to the He went to the dormitory to change clothes, and Harry was no exception. When he returned to the dormitory, he saw Godric who had been missing for a day. The latter quickly grabbed Harry's arm and said a few words. Harry looked at him in surprise. My own teacher finally happily agreed.

By the time Harry and Godric arrived on the first floor together—Ron and his partner, Lavender, at last—the hall was already full of students, all circling back and forth, waiting for eight o'clock to come, Then the doors of the auditorium will open.Some people want to meet their dance partners from other colleges, so they squeeze sideways through the crowd, looking for each other's figure.Harry found Luna easily. She was wearing a pale pink dress with a glass sheen overskirt, flaxen curly hair loosely tied into a bun, and her pale eyes were still dark. That light and lively breath.

"Hey, Luna, you look prettier than usual." - Truth be told, but every girl is prettier than usual tonight.

"Thank you," Luna said, blinking, "You're doing well today."

"Thanks." Harry grinned.

When the door of the great hall finally opened, the Slytherins appeared on the stairs on time. The one who walked in front was the head of the house, Salazar. The formal dress and robes of wizards and aristocrats gradually came into people's sight.Dressed in a pure black waist robe woven from the hair of extremely precious moon-crazed beasts, unicorns, and more dark magic creatures, and sewn with special treatment, except for the ones embroidered with precious silk threads The dark green lines of the magic circle reflect dark green light when walking alternately and flickering in the candlelight. The skirt, cuffs, and feet of the robe are also decorated with silver rune embroidered with mithril thread, making the robe not unsightly. Contaminated with a trace of dust, it is always clean and elegant.Black lace pleats, a collar made of white silkworm silk, a crystal-clear emerald collar button, gloves woven with unicorn tail hair and embroidered with silver dark patterns, and straight and silky The waist-length black hair is simply tied up at the nape of the neck with a simple dark green velvet headband and hangs down behind him, shaking slightly as he walks forward.The thin bangs on the front of the forehead were brushed away by Salazar casually by raising his hand, and slanted on the smooth and white forehead, revealing the handsome and heroic eyebrows. A diamond hairpin for the base tone.Those golden-green eyes have a charming color, but they are like thousands of years of ice blocking all the depth of emotion. Under such clear eyes, it seems that everything is seen through; under such indifferent eyes, everything seems to be hidden. It is the floating clouds that go away, and the legends of the ages are turned into dust and ashes one by one.Slightly pursing her thin lips with an almost imperceptible arc, exuding an air of absolute alienation and indifference; the light steps seemed to have been precisely measured, and the lengths were exactly the same, and the arm holding Rowena did not shake at all, standard and grace.

On the other hand, Rowena was wearing a sea-blue sky silk long dress with off-the-shoulder. The sea-blue outside was covered with a layer of milky white cicada-wing silk. As she walked, the long skirt fluctuated very regularly, looking Just like the deep sea, and the ever-unfathomable mist floating on the sea in the early morning