The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

This Christmas, neither Cyrus nor Hermione came home, no one wants to miss this Christmas ball...

After Hermione wrote the letter to her parents, it was tied to Mercury's leg along with the envelope Cyrus sent to her father, but after that, she sneaked to the owl shed to send a separate letter. letter.

Of course, that letter was written by Hermione to Mr. Crane...

"Coincidentally, you're here too?" Hermione, who had just bounced around at the door of the shed and stepped on a series of footprints, found Cyrus. Almost instantly, she returned to her usual calmness.

"Ah...I...I sent something to the British Prime Minister, but I forgot to send it to Mercury before." Cyrus calmly raised the letter.

This is the truth~

In fact, Cyrus also came to send letters to the Grangers alone. The purpose of coming to the Owl Shed this time was exactly the same as that of Hermione, except that the letter from the Prime Minister was also included.

Half-truths, more convincing...

"Cough...then I'll go back and get ready first, the dance will start in a few days." Hermione hid the lower half of her face behind the scarf, and hurried back alone, afraid that Cyrus would see something.

Not shy, it's just... weird.

After all, this was the first time she had written serious Christmas cards and wishes to Mr. Klein, which only existed between family members and friends. This made Hermione feel a little unspeakable.

It seems that the heart is covered with golden, fluffy hair.

Hogwarts has also been dressed up from beginning to end, perhaps in order to highlight the style, in addition to the grass rings made of mistletoe in the past, various ice sculptures have also been added.

As if this is a magic school on some ice field...Dream back to Siberia.

The interior of the entire castle was as crystal clear as a crystal palace. Professor Flitwick and Dean Sprout placed ice sculptures that would not melt on the side of the road and in the center of the auditorium, especially under the Christmas tree.

On the day of the dance, every classroom and club room was empty, and a large group of people gathered in the hall, courtyard, and outside in the snow, discussing their respective dance partners excitedly...

George and Fred led a group of people to have a snowball fight at the gate to pass the time before seven o'clock in the evening.

"Merlin is on top!!"

The exclamation of Mandy, Padma, and Lisa made the portrait of Merlin far away in the British Museum of History sneeze, and the source of all this was because Hermione's dress was really amazing.

It's like another Queen Padmé Amidala stepped out of the book...  

And Cyrus on the other side was not much better. He just came out of a small circular door in the lounge. Cedric seemed to have seen some rare species of magical animal, and took a closer look.

"Unbelievable...is this your dress?"

"To be precise, Hermione prepared it for me"

Cyrus pushed away Justin's hands fiddling with his clothes, and pulled the golden braids behind his ears to his shoulders, his blue eyes sparkling with starlight.

The brown dress was redesigned by Hermione who secretly took the clothes of the Jedi Council and ran to the Kingsman (Kingsman) tailor shop. The robes in front of the shoulders and behind the shoulders had pale yellow tulips.

Maybe it was that strange tailor, Cyrus always felt that Agent Jin deliberately made this dress a certain type of bulletproof?

"Let's go! Don't keep your Qiu Zhang waiting!!" Hannah was wearing a plain dark yellow robe. I heard that it was left to her by her mother, Mrs. Abbott.

"Let's go ~ Hufflepuff champions..." Zacharias whistled in a unique sharp voice, jumped between the two, hooked Cyrus and Cedric's shoulders, behind him It was the other Quidditch players.

"How?" Summers asked.

"Triumph! Come back triumphantly!" Wayne squeezed to Cyrus's side and shook his hand, "Don't neglect Hogwarts, tell Beauxbatons and Durmstrang... Gwartz is the winner!"

After all, Summers, Sharpie and the others ignored their screams and roars, and carried them towards Ravenclaw's tower. Unfortunately, they ran into Dean Sprout on the way.

Cyrus and Cedric looked at each other, their eyes were blank, and they were carried to the tower by the gang of cronies...

Hermione and Qiu Zhang were chatting in the lounge, and Penello, who had just left the door, came back again, and she waved her hands excitedly and out of breath.

"Come... come!" Penello's voice alerted Mandy, "Hufflepuffs are here!"

"Who's Hufflepuff?"

"A lot of people!!" She thought for a while, trying to read out the noisy crowd as much as possible, "Hopkins, Justin, by the way, your little white-faced Cedric, and Hermione's golden hairball... ..."

Hermione caressed her chest lightly, watching Rowena Ravenclaw in a daze until Qiu Zhang, who couldn't wait, pulled her up. Every time Hermione took a step, the heartbeat in her chest would speed up slightly.

Cyrus lowered his head amidst the whistle, raised his head amidst exclamation and shoving...

The Force was with him... Cyrus saw a beautiful, stunning figure in an elegant blue embroidered dress that went from bottom to top, gradation from violet to azure.

The Jupiter pendant on the chest sparkles against a blue fabric background...  

This layer of tulle extends from the chest to the back to form a small flowing cape. The brooch on the chest is the first time Cyrus officially expressed his heart and sent it at the Halloween ball. Both the cape and the top are embroidered with twining agaves.

The whole dress hangs from the neck band, covering the bare shoulders, and it is the same color embroidered tulle.

The entrance of the auditorium was already full of people, and Harry's dance partner was Ginny... She smiled gratefully at Hermione and Hannah through the crowd, and Professor McGonagall waited until the warriors had arrived before opening the door.

Six warriors walked in with their partners in their arms, and many people formed a semi-circle around the crowd. Malfoy, who was wearing a black velvet turtleneck robe, and Pansy, who was wearing a frilly patterned robe, tightly hooked his arms .

But they were left behind by the chaotic crowd.

"Couldn't you just walk faster... what's going on?" he asked the Slytherin ahead.

"Uh...ah~ it's the 'Warrior' who will go first, and it will be soon." The little snake stood on tiptoe and looked over, lying, Malfoy didn't know that he was actually a member of a certain club.

Fred hurried over leading Angelina, and he was carrying a big black bag.

"See you later...I'm looking forward to your performance~" Angelina covered her mouth, her smile was full of anticipation, "George seems to be waiting for you in front...Of course, I will wait for you in the most conspicuous place "

George's partner is Stitch?Of course not....he just kept the 'mascot' from being swept away by the crowd.

"Look here! Smile!!" Colin picked up the camera, and Padma was beside him. The joy on his face might be because his dancing partner was the most beautiful girl in Gryffindor's whole year.

"Smile?" Cyrus hooked his partner's arm.

Hermione raised her hand and put it on top of her head to block the small snowflakes that kept falling from the ceiling, so Cyrus pulled up her robe to cover her head, and the girl turned her head and smiled.

What kind of smile is that?

It's like the bright flame in the lighthouse at Cape Tal in winter; it's also like the hope that people have for the future of infinite possibilities in the best age...

'Love' is the smallest dose of human beings, the smallest unit of communism.....

When the warriors walked to the center, Dumbledore began to announce the official start of the ball. Interestingly, Polyarco's dance partner was Fleur's sister Gabriel, but he was as happy as ever.

It seems that being selected as a warrior is enough for him to be happy.

The table was empty, and many people were waiting for the elf to serve, each holding a small menu and unable to start, but Principal Dumbledore just cleared his throat and read aloud:

"A serving of tonkatsu! Thank you!"

At this time, the wizards suddenly realized, and followed suit one after another. An alternative form of buffet?

But this is just a small episode, the whole process of the dance is to have fun and play, the warriors go up to lead the dance, and the rest of the people have almost eaten, so they can also go up for some activities.

Hermione looked at Stitch's glittering Elvis costume as he walked back and forth among the crowd.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Hermione saw the Weird Sisters swarming onto the stage.

The Weird Sisters are dressed like a crazy deathcore band, their clothes are deliberately ripped and ripped, but the music they play is sad and slow.

Stitch on the side, wearing star-shaped sunglasses, shook his head in disgust. His cute appearance made Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall laugh.

"No hurry... my dear." Cyrus saw George and Fred quietly touching the classroom seats, and even boldly ran under Professor Dumbledore.

Not knowing what to say, Hermione looked at Professor Dumbledore's eyes very energetically at her small round table, showing some surprise and absurdity from time to time.

It was as if he saw Professor Binns under the Christmas tree, and suddenly, like Peeves escaping, he exploded into a cloud of fog on the spot.

Cyrus didn't rush to pull her up to dance, and didn't say anything, just chatting occasionally as usual, he was just getting closer and closer to Hermione under the mistletoe garland...

"Ahem...be quiet, the two Weasleys from Gryffindor just volunteered to show you some new songs..." Dumbledore apologized after waiting for the weird sisters to finish playing the long song saluted them.

After Poliako said "I'll go down to rest", he and Harry walked down together, leading their respective partners.

Angelina and Alia moved to the place closest to the stage. Just as Hermione was angrily tearing at the petals in the bottle, Cyrus got up, with 'I hope she believes' in his eyes Emotions.

Lupine and Moody sat together, watching with interest what was about to happen.

Even Snape stopped eating, straightened up a little, and examined Cyrus with warning and critical eyes.

Stitch played a solo, which swept away the original melancholy atmosphere. Then Fred sat in front of the drum kit, played a part along with the rhythm for practice, and winked at Angelina who was at the front.

"Viva LaVida (Long Live Life)!"