HP Dawn Night

"The clothes Aunt Margaret chose for you are very suitable." Pansy looked at my dress enviously - this set of dress robes produced by Mrs. Meyer is undoubtedly the best in terms of style and material.

"Oh, that's about it." That's all I could say.An uncomfortable feeling rose from the bottom of my heart.The feeling intensified when Pansy unfolded her dress and spread it out on the bed.

"I think we can refer to the method above." I suggested to Pan Xi, "We can cut off the sleeves and modify the back..."

Pansy made up her mind to do something with the unsatisfactory dress.I think assuming we can trim the excess fabric as we wish, the dress will be fine.

"These ugly ruffles won't come off," Pansy said angrily, snapping the scissors.

"Oh, don't mind it," I reassured, "You've come up with too much makeup. I think people's eyes will be on your face instead of your dress."

"I hope that damn eyeshadow doesn't make me look like I'm at a Halloween ball," Pansy grumbled angrily. "My damn dress would go perfectly with Weasley's robes."

"Don't think so. His style is much older after all. By the way, do you want to try on the hairstyle first?" I tried to distract her.

"Okay, if you'd like to help me."

With the help of magic tools, getting a good hairstyle is not so difficult.

"That looks good." I fetched the mirror so Pansy could see how I looked.

She examined her face like a discerning treasurer. "I want to make my hair look darker." Pansy unscrewed a bottle of disposable hair dye. "Hopefully that will improve the effect, wish me luck."

Now it's me tossing my hair in front of the mirror.

My gown is a deep violet color that matches my name and my eyes.To achieve a harmonious effect, I decided to wear a ribbon of the same color, embroidered with a light gold pattern.I looked at the renderings in the book, that should be good.

"Hey, how do you see the effect?" Pansy came out with a new long dark flaxen hair.

"Brilliant!" I glanced in the mirror and praised, "If you make curls at the ends, it will be perfect."

"That's good." As she said, she sat down and helped me with my hair.

With our mutual cooperation, the efficiency has improved a lot.

"We'd better change into our dresses first, because we still have time to put on makeup." Pansy looked at the clock anxiously, "It's already five o'clock? Merlin, we should have left more time."

"It took some time to change the dress and get the hair done," I reassured, and Pansy looked a little panicked. "At least we've chosen our accessories. There's still plenty of time."

At this time, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Daphne Greengrass walked in listlessly, and when she saw us she gave a curt hello.

"Isn't Burstrod with you?" Pansy asked.

"She's in the library." Daphne shrugged and sat down and began to apply makeup on her face. "You know, it's actually quite embarrassing for her tonight..."

When she articulated that, Pansy and I could no longer pretend that Bulstrode was just going to the library to study.

"It's okay to go to the ball alone, but she is a girl after all. What's more, she is the only Slytherin without a partner." Daphne complained as if talking to herself.Pansy and I looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"Is your sister going to the dance today?"

The corner of Daphne's mouth twitched slightly: "Oh, obviously not." At this point, she couldn't help but looked at me curiously, "She invited Malfoy, but was rejected."

"Oh, maybe that's because Draco already has someone he likes." Pansy replied following Daphne's wish.

I had to pretend that I wasn't what the two of them said: "Didn't Knott invite Astoria?"

"He invited a Hufflepuff girl." Daphne said a little proudly. Astoria's successive defeats seemed to make Daphne feel that her wish had been fulfilled from a certain angle.

"That's not bad." Pansy responded perfunctorily, and then greeted me, "Come on, Vio, help me with this thing."

Time passed quickly.Through the glass in the ceiling, it can be seen that the water of the Black Lake has become very dark-which means that it is also dark outside.

"Ah, it's already seven o'clock. I think it's time for me to go to the hall and meet Boote." Daphne screamed, and hurriedly put on her shoes, "See you later."

"See you."

"We should hurry up too." Pansy stood up hurriedly, turned around, looked at herself in the mirror, "What do you think I look like?"

"Very good." I looked at her.The revised robe reveals Pansy's arms and graceful back. The dark linen hair is tied into a simple bun, and the remaining curls are naturally scattered. The crystal ornaments on the ears and wrists are shining.Her makeup was slightly exaggerated but not ostentatious, which made Pansy reveal a charming temperament for the first time.

She showed a charming smile: "You are also great."

"Don't laugh like that," I warned, "unless you want to steal someone's soul."

"That's horrible." She pulled back a little, but it didn't take away from her brilliance.

Looks weird in the common room.The people inside are no longer all black robes, but are wearing colorful ceremony robes.

I saw Draco waiting at the bottom of the stairs, wearing a black velvet high collar, with Crabbe and Goyle standing to his left and right like two bodyguards, both in green.Blaise is nowhere to be found, and he has probably gone to meet his dance partner.

"Draco!" Pansy yelled happily as he sprinted down the stairs.When Draco turned his head, his eyes went wide.

"I've got your princess," Pansy said to him cheerfully. "I've got to find my partner, and Vio will leave it to you."

Draco didn't say a word, just looked straight at me.

"Hmm..." I walked in front of him and cleared my throat, "I remember I didn't read the Imperius Curse for you, did I?"

"No no," he murmured, "You're beautiful."

"I'm so glad it took you all these years to realize that." I curled my lips and put my arm around Draco's, almost blinded by the beauty of the common room.

"Let's go up, to the hall, shall we?" Draco seemed to be speaking less fluently, and he pointed to the stone door, from which the Slytherin students were walking out in pairs.

The foyer was also full of students, all circling back and forth waiting for eight o'clock.I saw Fleur Delacour, and beside her was Roger Davies, the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain, stunningly beautiful in a silver-gray robe.

Potter and Weasley stood together, and their dancing partners turned out to be the Patil sisters, who looked equally beautiful.It's just that Padma doesn't seem very satisfied with Weasley as a partner.

At this time, Karkaroff walked in with Krum and other Durmstrang students.Next to Krum stood a beautiful girl in a blue gown—

"That's Granger!"

But she didn't look like Granger at all.I'm sure she must have used a dozen spells to get her hair smooth and shiny.

When she greeted people she knew, almost everyone stared at her with undisguised suspicion—even Potter didn't know it for a moment.

"Don't you think she's a different person tonight?" I looked up to ask Draco's opinion, and he shook his head abruptly:

"well enough."

I blinked. "Please tell me you're not intimidated by my outfit tonight."

"Actually, I can't take my eyes off you, Miss Snape." He whispered in my ear, his breath making my skin goosebumps.

"Ah, dear Mr. Malfoy," I replied with a smirk, "you were just as stunning tonight. But can you get your head around it? It's time for us to enter."

Professor McGonagall wore red tartan robes with a thistle garland on the brim of his hat.She came and called the warriors away.

The oak doors were thrown open, and the walls of the Great Hall were covered with gleaming silver frost, and the ceiling was a starry night sky, garlanded with hundreds of sprigs of mistletoe and ivy.Gone were the four college tables, replaced by a hundred small lantern-lit tables, each of which could seat a dozen people.

Draco led me to one of the tables where we were joined by Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise and the Durmstrang girl, Nott and his partner, and Daphne and Boot.After everyone was seated in the auditorium, the warriors filed in.

There was warm applause in the auditorium.The warriors came to the table of honor.Ludo Bagman wore a rich purple gown with large yellow stars printed on it; Madame Maxime wore a flowing lavender dress; Crouch was absent, replaced by Percy Weasley.

At this point Draco seemed to have finally returned to a more normal state.

"It is said that Crouch has been out of shape since the Quidditch World Cup, because his house-elf was found in the woods, clutching a wand that had just cast the Dark Mark..." Draco explained to me Looking at the reason for Percy Weasley's coming here, "Crouch has also been affected by this. I heard that he has a lot of daily affairs handed over to Weasley."

"That's really bad." I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Crouch. His career in the Ministry of Magic must have been greatly affected. "Then can he still come to the second competition?"

"It's still a few months away, I can only say maybe." Draco said, picking up a small menu on the dinner plate, "It seems that they have adopted a new way of ordering."

I looked at the menu carefully.There are many dishes on it that I have not tried.That means the house-elves at Hogwarts are working double the labor for tonight's dinner.

"It's delicious, it's a pity we can't eat too much." Daphne whispered to me as she sat to my right, "We'll be dancing later."

"You said it, not to mention that we are still wearing dresses." I ordered a pan-fried dragon fish.Then I looked up at the teacher's seat, but unfortunately there were too many people blocking my view.

"Are you looking for the godfather?" Draco asked me.

I whispered to him, "I just wonder if he's still wearing the black robe tonight."

Draco glanced at the teacher's table: "Well, your father is the only one in the teacher's table who is dressed the same as usual."

I try not to let a snicker ruin my image tonight: "Well, well. I should have thought of that."

—I was going to have a dance with my father later, but now it seems very unlikely.

"If you go to invite the godfather to dance, I'm afraid he will use his eyes to make your life worse than death." Draco said as if he could see through my heart.

I glanced at him in surprise: "You know what I'm thinking?"

"Your expression has betrayed your heart." He happily raised his wine glass—of course, it still contained non-alcoholic drinks.

After everyone finished eating one after another, Dumbledore stood up and asked the students to stand up too.With a flick of his wand, all the plates disappeared, and the tables and chairs flew up to the walls, leaving a space in between.

He conjured up a high stage, which was attached to the base of the right wall.On it was a drum kit, some guitars, a lute, a cello, and organs.

At this time, the Weird Sisters rushed onto the stage together amidst the warm applause of the audience, wearing deliberately ripped robes.They picked up their instruments, and the lights on the other tables went out at once.

"The warriors are about to dance."

The four warriors stood up one after another and walked onto the dance floor with their partners.I noticed that Potter didn't dance very well, mostly relying on Parvati to guide her.The rest of the three warriors and their dance partners were clearly well-versed, and Granger's dance moves looked good, too.I noticed that Weasley was looking at her with displeasure, while Padma next to him had already put on an obvious expression of displeasure.

At this time, other people also entered the dance floor, including the professor and the guests.The Warriors are no longer the focus of attention.

"Want to dance?" Draco asked me.

I smiled. "I spent a lot of time practicing."

This is a slow, sad piece.Of course there will be no snowflakes in the auditorium, but apart from these, and the extra people around, this scene is exactly the same as when we practiced dancing on the hillside for the first time.

"I must say, your dance moves have improved significantly." Draco led me around in a circle.Passed by Pansy.She was having a good time with the Beauxbatons boy.

"At least you can walk away tonight with a pair of shoes that don't have holes," I tease.

"Did you take my words seriously? Oh, no, of course I have confidence in you, dancing is obviously not a problem for you, is it?"

"Fortunately, you said that, then I forgive you."

The organ quivered to the last note.The Weird Sisters stopped playing, and the auditorium erupted in applause.I clapped my hands and looked for Dad, who was standing not far from the dance floor and watching.Of course, I didn't have the guts to go up and invite him.

"The house-elves at Hogwarts are going to be really busy tonight," Draco said suddenly.

"What?" I turned around.At some point, the table that Dumbledore had piled aside just now was put back at this time, and it was filled with various drinks and snacks.But no one noticed their appearance.

"A good house-elf is one that doesn't let its master know it's there," I said.The Weird Sisters play another tune, this one at a much faster tempo, "I love this tune."

"Everything is according to your will, my honorable lady." Draco imitated the voice of the house-elf strangely.I laughed silently.

This fast dance is more in line with people's wishes, and the movements are much more exaggerated than the previous one.I have to be on my toes when I'm dancing so I don't get bumped by someone who's too involved.

"I wish Hogwarts had such a banquet every night." Draco picked me up and twirled in the air. I thought it must be very spectacular to see from the sky above the auditorium at this time - imagine, colorful skirts The pendulum unfolds like a flower.

"That's not okay," I said, forced to raise my voice over the music, "I can't bear to dance in high heels every day."

The Weird Sisters hit a crescendo, with everyone on the dance floor bobbing wildly to the beat.There was even a group of daring Ravenclaw students who used the atmosphere to lift Professor Flitwick over his head under the booing of a group of people.

"I can't believe what it would have been like if something like this happened to my dad." I watched as the teachers around me backed away, clearly not intending to stop the students' occasional whim, but also not participating.

"The one who takes the lead will surely die a miserable death," Draco said.

The music ended, and poor Professor Flitwick was finally able to return to safety on the ground.His face was flushed with blood, but he was obviously not very angry.

"Would you like a drink?" Draco suggested as we left the dance floor, "An ice cold butterbeer somewhere."

I fanned it with my hand: "It's just a little hot, thank you."

Draco opened a bottle for me: "Do you want to go for a walk?"

I cut my hair.After taking the bottle and taking a big sip of the cold drink, I finally felt that the heat was not so hot: "Okay."

The author has something to say:

This is really a long chapter【Wang Tian

The following is the introduction of Tian Ge’s colleagues - not a copy, but just released to warm up hahaha

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This is a dark age, this is a light age.

This is an age of sin, this is an age of purity.

This is an age of lust, greed, and hatred. It is an age of sacrifice, holiness, and love.

In this era there is war, there is oppression, and there is resistance.

In this age there is redemption, betrayal, and loyalty.

Some people die in this era, and some people die here.

Some people are annihilated in this era, and some people rise here.

This is a special era - there are too many opposites coexisting here, and too many contradictions are deadlocked here.

This is an ordinary era-some people meet here, and some people leave here.

The curse shot across the starless night sky like an arrow, and dark clouds hung in his heart.

For a person, this is the best time.There is something to love, something to pursue, and something to cuddle with.

But this era will eventually end.Someone returns to Taoyuan in a dream, winter is coming, there are bright stars in the sky, and the dark mountains bury old news.The arrow fell suddenly, and the fire burned the scars in my heart.The hounds break free in the burning summer night, Sirius will rise before dawn.

The lamps in the porch of the old house were quietly extinguished, the flames in the fireplace were exhausted, the silver was rusting, the wood was rotting, and the silk satin was gone.The breeze rolled up the curtains and dust, and the pendulum beat out of tune. The people in the portraits could no longer tell what year and month it was.

The dark ages are over.