[Comprehensive] Road to Trench

The second level of the Goblet of Fire is three months later, and the clues to the specific content are in the tokens obtained by the warriors in the first game.

"Everyone's keepsake is different." Edward Moissan looked at the levitating cloak following behind him, and then at the other three. Harry Potter's was an oval that exuded warmth in his palm. Carnelian, Mikhail Grindelwald’s golden egg, and Alexandra Barnes a cat bell with a bow that looks like something for cats.

"Oh, you'll have to find out for yourself!" Ludo Badman blinked at them, pretending to be mysterious.

But before the second game, one more event awaits them.

"The Christmas ball is coming soon-this is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament, and it is also an opportunity to communicate with foreign guests." Professor McGonagall called Harry and Alex after a certain class, "The dance It is only open to students above the fourth grade, if the lower grade students want to participate, they need to be invited by the senior students as dance partners - but you, as warriors, must participate - you need to lead the dance."

When the expressions of the two children changed at the same time, Professor McGonagall said something that made them feel like they were about to challenge a group of dragons: "You need to prepare a dress and a dance partner."

When Professor McGonagall walked out of their field of vision, Alex leaned against the wall of the castle corridor as if he had lost his strength: "Why is there such a ghost link? It turns out that Fred's book list That's what the dress is for."

Compared to Alex, Harry's face was paler: "Alex, I...I can't dance...I've never danced..."

This is not difficult, Alex patted Harry on the shoulder in relief: "It's okay, I didn't dance...probably." Thinking of her lost memory, she made it up with some uncertainty.

More importantly, who to turn to teach them how to dance?

The two children looked at each other and saw the same candidate in each other's eyes:

"Sirius!"

"Tony!"

Alex Harry: "..."

An awkward silence.

"Cough..." Alex cleared his throat, trying to forget the suffocation incident that just happened, "Let's prepare a dress first!"

Tony Stark had seen the game video of the first level of the Triwizard Tournament through the special channel that Alex had opened up for him. When he learned that the two little warriors were preparing the dresses needed for the ball, this Stark The young master immediately snapped his fingers, called the fashion stylist he had befriended, pointed to the two 12-year-old children sitting on the opposite sofa, and said, "Design a dress for the two of them! It's for the prom—the two of them One has to lead the dance."

——The two little guys who ran out of Hogwarts through Alex's mage tower hadn't reacted yet, and were taken aside by the designer with explosive power and began to measure their body data.

Harry, who was being manipulated like a clothes hanger, asked his little friend in a low voice: "Are the dresses of the wizarding world and Muggles the same concept?"

He thought about what he had seen and heard over the past year, and he always felt that the dresses of the wizarding world should be the exotic clothes in the eyes of Muggles—and vice versa, it was the same for Muggles.

Alex pursed his lips and motioned Harry to look at the outfits of several designers who were discussing on the other side of the room: "The cutting-edge trend of fashion styling basically has no sense of distance from exotic clothes."

Looking at those cutting-edge fashion stylists with colorful hair and colorful eye shadows dressed up to scare off Halloween ghosts, Harry found himself unable to refute.

"Anyway, no matter how bad it is, Sirius will still check it out!"

There is one more thing to consider besides the dress.

"We... have to find a dance partner first."

Harry and Alex walked towards the auditorium while chatting.

"I... I don't know who to invite..." Harry said despondently, "Why don't you, Alex, be my dance partner - so we don't have to find someone else!"

"It's okay... Oops!" Talking to Harry without noticing the front, Alex accidentally bumped into the person coming out of the corner, but the person reacted quickly and helped her up.

"Thank you, sir..." Alex looked up, and found that the person who supported her was the wizard who seemed to be related to Mihail—that is, the person whose head was thrown into his arms.

"It's okay, miss." The blond wizard's voice was low and sweet, and the silver-haired little witch was reflected in the same dark blue eyes as Mihail's, "Are you... Miss Alexandra Barnes?" He then looked at the boy next to him, "Mr. Harry Potter?"

The two children nodded.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to—but I just overheard a bit of your conversation," the blond wizard gently apologized first, "are you going to invite each other as dance partners? Maybe I'm being nosy when I say that , but I think, maybe you should invite your classmates as dance partners - for example, Mr. Harry Potter, your assistant is a junior student like you, if no one invites her, she can't do anything Participating in this rare ball. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, which should be given to one's friends, isn't it?"

It seems that it makes sense?

Seeing the satisfactory answers on the faces of the two children who couldn't hide their thoughts, the blond wizard smiled and said goodbye: "Then, please do your best."

So, that afternoon, when Mikhail pretended to be calm and casually asked Alex if he wanted to be his dance partner, the silver-haired little witch suddenly showed a embarrassed expression: "Sorry, Mikhail... I have already invited someone else." .”

Michael: "..." Who!Who is ahead of me!

(The generation of demon kings who made an obstacle to his nephew and waved his hands without leaving a trace of cloud happily enjoyed the afternoon tea and were not disturbed by sneezing.)

Although he was very angry, Mihail, who was not angry at Alex, tried to calm down his tone: "May I know who it is?"

Regarding the identity of the dance partner, Alex answered straightforwardly: "It's Hermione."

"Oh yes... huh? Hermione!?"

The time goes back to the lunch break at noon. Alex always spends this time in the library. Except for the senior students who are facing the college entrance examination like a flower planter, the only one who has a similar choice with her is Hermione who loves to study and loves to read. little girl.

It's just that Hermione seemed depressed today.

Taking a peek behind him, and making sure that the big devil in the library is not nearby, Alex hugged the thick magic book and rubbed against the little brown-haired witch: "Hermione, what's the matter?"

Hermione was immersed in her own thoughts, when she suddenly heard movement around her, she looked up and saw Alex, she was silent for a while, and said the reason sadly.

At noon, Harry asked her to be his dance partner in the common room, but Hermione refused.

"Why?" Alex didn't quite understand, "Don't you want to go to the dance?"

"I want to participate." Facing Alex, who was also a girl, Hermione honestly expressed her thoughts, "However, I didn't prepare a dress."

There is no dress item on the student's book list. Hermione is from the Muggle world. According to the homework time of the Muggle tailor shop, it is impossible to find a suitable dress in less than a month. As for the wizarding world—— Mrs. Malkin did not open the owl shopping service, and all her customers had to come to the store for tailor-made orders.

Alex couldn't help poking the little brown-haired witch's forehead: "Hermione, why do you always lose the chain at critical moments? Look at me, what did you think of?"

Hermione looked blankly at her smiling friend, thought for a while, and hesitated, "... Hufflepuff?"

Alex: "..."

Alex really wanted to take a picture of the book in his hand, but after thinking about it, he couldn't do it. What if Hermione was taken out?

So she picked up the shell necklace hanging around her neck, and specially shook the shell-like pendant to Hermione's eyes: "Look at me and say it again!"

Hermione's eyes wandered back and forth between the shell pendant and Alex, as if thinking of something, she suddenly realized.

Seeing that she understood, Alex smiled triumphantly.

——There is no Mrs. Mojin store in the UK. We can still order dresses from magic tailor flagship stores in other countries on Taotao.com!

But soon, Hermione became frustrated again: "But... I have rejected Harry..."

There is no point in preparing the dress now.

"What does that matter!" Alex felt that this was not a problem at all, "Come be my dance partner! Anyway, I haven't invited anyone else yet!"

Hermione froze.

"—No one stipulates that I can't invite girls to be my dance partner!" Alex nodded affirmatively after comparing the heights of the two, "No problem, I can do men's steps when the time comes—and I think men's formal clothes Super handsome!"

Mihail's face turned black after getting the clear process from Alex - of course, it turned black after saying goodbye to Alex.

He didn't want to slump in front of Alex, what if Alex misunderstood?

Even if it was a one in a billion chance, he didn't want to try it.

The sullen blond boy found the little black-haired wizard who was playing on a broomstick by the lake: "Harry."

Harry, who heard the voice, controlled the broomstick to come down from the sky and landed next to Mihail: "What do you need from me, Mihail?"

Because of Alex's relationship, Harry and Mikhail are considered familiar now, and this is the first time seeing Mikhail with a dark face.

"You haven't found a partner yet, have you?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Harry immediately became frustrated: "I wanted to invite Hermione, but she rejected me..."

He couldn't think of anyone else to invite besides Hermione.

"Just right." Mikhail twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a sneer with white teeth, "You don't need to look for it, you come to be my dance partner."

Harry: ? ? ?

—Mihail, what arouses you! ?