Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 367 All of You

"Warriors, please come over here."

She was referring only to the warriors who had passed the first round of the project.

Professor McGonagall changed into a red plaid woolen robe. Unlike what she said, she did not untie her hair, but instead wore a hat.

The brim of the hat is decorated with a wreath of rough artichoke grass.

Harry met Fleur. After the last incident, she was said to have become mean towards Hogwarts.

From time to time, he would mutter to himself, comparing this place with Beauxbatons.

For example, people complained that the food at Hogwarts was too oily and sugary, the corridors were too dark, and the castle was stuffy in winter.

However, this situation did not last long.

It seemed that as soon as her anger subsided, it disappeared.

He also saw Cedric and Qiu Zhang, who were standing together, looking very intimate and outstanding.

And Flint, the partner standing next to him, was that Kelly? The fifth-year Slytherin who Draco had said was open and polite.

After everyone was seated in the auditorium, the space in front of the foyer became a little more spacious.

Professor McGonagall began to call the warriors and their partners to line up and follow her in.

After a while, a group of people came in one after another and walked towards a long table below the guest of honor seats.

The walls of the auditorium were covered with glittering silver frost, and the ceiling was a starry night sky, hung with hundreds of garlands of mistletoe sprigs and ivy.

Instead, there are dozens of small round tables, with about ten people sitting around each table.

"Well, it's like getting married." Harry didn't know who he heard complaining.

The warriors came to the front of the guest of honor, and Dumbledore smiled happily.

But Karkaroff's expression was normal, and his signature fake smile with big yellow teeth was gone.

Ludo Bagman, who was wearing a bright purple robe with big yellow stars on it tonight, clapped as enthusiastically as his classmates.

Madame Maxime had shed her usual black satin uniform and was wearing a lavender flowing gown, and there was Mr. Cleveland from the Ministry of Magic, who was dressed simply, as if the fun here had nothing to do with him.

"Where's Professor Jones?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

It's very strange. Harry was also thinking about this question. Logically speaking, Uncle Moon is indeed not the referee, but everyone knows that he is dominating the championship to a certain extent. Why isn't he sitting here?

As he thought about it, he looked towards the small round tables on both sides.

Soon, Harry found Professor Flitwick, Professor Sinistra, and Professor Snape. Um. Why is he looking at me with that murderous look again? Not only at me, but also at Hermione. How strange.

After waving to Hagrid, Harry looked away in confusion.

He still hadn't found Uncle Mu En.

The warriors and their partners walked to the table and began to sit down.

Dumbledore picked up the menu and demonstrated how to order. He pointed to his plate and said, "Pork chop."

With a whoosh, a pork chop appeared on the plate in front of Dumbledore.

This again meant an increased workload for the house-elves, and Harry seemed to have anticipated what Hermione was about to say.

However, Hermione simply picked up the menu and ordered an order of yokan.

Then she put down the menu and said with a smile: "Those little guys are starting to try new things."

"Good news." Harry smiled. It seemed that Hermione had given up her short-term, extreme expressions.

While eating, everyone was happily talking to their dance partners. Harry heard Fleur's voice. She was talking about the ice elves at Beauxbatons' Christmas.

Harry actually didn't like talking while eating. Usually, he and Draco or others would wait until the main meal was over and then talk during the snack portion.

But today, for some reason, he was in a very talkative mood.

The same goes for Hermione.

But what they were discussing was really boring to the people around them.

"The Koch Snowflake Magic Sequence is getting harder and harder. I can't make them reincarnate again. I feel like I'm not strong enough."

"You've surpassed me by a huge margin." Hermione said, "I think we should use the power of magic itself."

"Perhaps that is the case."

Draco suddenly turned his head and said dryly, "Can you discuss something else? For example, winter, or your childhood when you caught grasshoppers and chased puppies before you were ten years old. In short, discuss something else."

"Well, before I was ten, I was the one who was caught and chased." Harry said awkwardly.

"That's okay." Draco's words were filled with embarrassment and apology for touching on someone else's embarrassing spot.

But there was none on his face.

"Asshole." Harry smiled.

Soon, they finished eating. Dumbledore stood up and waved his wand. All the things were pressed against the wall, leaving an empty space in the middle.

He then conjured up a tall stage and attached it to the right wall. On the stage appeared a drum set, a violin, a cello and an accordion.

At this time, the auditorium was opened again.

Several people from Hogwarts walked in, all of them dressed in attire appropriate to tonight's party.

Although they didn't know what was going on, everyone followed the professors and applauded.

Mu En also showed up.

Several students quickly took their seats, and Harry said, "It seems like we should get ready to dance."

"It seems so." Hermione grabbed Harry's sleeve nervously.

Then, the sound of a violin appeared.

The lanterns on the other tables also went out.

Bright light gathered in the open space in the middle of the auditorium.

Harry heard it, and he and Hermione looked at each other in surprise. A scene from the movie they had watched together before appeared in their minds at the same time.

A scene where a blind lieutenant colonel dances with a beautiful lady in a restaurant.

"Por Una Cabeza, one step away," Harry said, holding out his hand.

The two walked into the dance floor hand in hand. Fortunately, it was not too bad.

He practiced secretly in his box.

He admitted that this delayed his studies a bit, but he couldn't convince himself that "this dance is not important."

The warriors' dance steps flowed slowly along with the music. Time passed and inexplicably, Harry loosened his hands on Hermione's waist. He felt that time passed a little too fast and the music was indeed a little too short.

But soon, the second song came.

Harry had heard that when Uncle Moon hummed this tune, Mr. Lucifer would say, "Miss Sophie likes this tune best."

Then Uncle Muen responded: "This is originally their song."

Harry also learned the name of the song.

“Life’s merry-go-round.”

By the second song, more people joined in the dance and the Warriors were no longer the center of attention.

After mustering up his courage several times, Hagrid invited Madame Maxime to the dance floor, where she became the most eye-catching presence.

Professor Snape had disappeared, and it seemed that the only reason he came here was to eat.

Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore were dancing hand in hand, which was quite a match, Harry said, for they were both taller than normal people.

"Look over there." Hermione whispered in his ear, and then took the initiative to turn around with Harry.

Harry saw it too.

Uncle Mu En was standing alone on the stage, enjoying the music.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked confused.

Then, he was taken around by Hermione again.

Soon, through the gaps in the crowd, he saw a light green translucent figure.

Sindel was sitting on the ridge above the doorpost, quietly looking at the dance floor below.

Today she changed herself into the green long dress that was most commonly seen in the paintings.

Like a meadow in spring.

Then she turned her attention to the stage.

Mu En pursed his lips, and after thinking for a while, he showed a peaceful smile.

Then, he slowly raised his hand.

Above the porch, Sindel covered her mouth and chuckled, then she tiptoed and flew lightly over there.

As if descending from heaven.

Mu En stood on the stage, leaning forward slightly and raising his hands a little higher.

After a moment, under the attention of everyone, the two hands were gently placed together.

"I still can't dance." said Mu En.

"Neither can I." Sindel chuckled.

Harry had to admit, this was more eye-catching than the combination of Hagrid and Madame Maxime.

Because this combination is really special.

and also

Why do these two people dance so naturally, as if they have practiced privately for a long time?

"Well!"

Harry heard a muffled groan, and Fleur fell to the ground in the middle of the dance floor.

She sprained her ankle, but it was obvious that her eyes were not on her foot, nor on her dance partner who looked concerned.

She just looked at the dance floor in surprise and disbelief.

Harry wanted to comfort her, so he and Hermione casually passed by the two of them and whispered, "They have known each other for four years."

"Okay." Furong stood up dejectedly and moved around the dance floor again with her partner.

After the dance, Mu En let go of his hand on Sindel's waist and returned to the stage again.

Came to the piano.

"I haven't done this in a long time. I have to say, I'm a little nervous." Mu En smiled.

"Professor, you can do it. I believe in you." A young man next to him encouraged him with what Mu En had said before.

Mu En also laughed.

Sindel came to the piano, leaned against it, and looked at Mu En quietly.

Then, the fingertips began to dance.

The soothing piano music sounded again.

After a moment, Mu En spoke slowly.

“What would I do without your smart mouth”

Harry and Hermione danced happily again.

He felt that today was truly incomparably lighthearted.

Tonight might be perfect fuel for his future Patronus Charm.

He promised.

And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright

My head's under water

But I'm breathing fine

As the lyrics progressed slowly, Harry inexplicably felt his steps slow down.

You're my downfall, you're my muse

My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues

I can't stop singing, it's ringing, in my head for you

Mu En's singing did not stop, even though some people in the dance floor had stopped.

Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Hermione suddenly thought of what Harry had said just now, outside the hall.

It's the one where Harry used the moon to represent front teeth.

"Perfectly imperfect." She muttered softly, looking at the boy in front of her who put his hands on her waist.

Draco was not far away, scratching his nose with his hand.

"So hesitant." he said.

"What?" Astoria didn't understand what Draco said.

"Nothing." Draco smiled, "Let's dance again."

With that, the two returned to the dance floor again.

Then, the two of them spun around, gradually approaching Harry and Hermione.

"Villa Vito—" Draco said softly.

There was an imperceptible movement behind his dress.

Then, Draco and the other man continued to dance and gradually approached Harry.

Meanwhile, Harry and the others were unaware of the impending "danger".

They just looked at each other, and Harry didn't even know what to do now.

Why did he suddenly stop dancing and just stand in the middle of the dance floor?

Why are they suddenly just looking at each other without saying anything?

What to do now?

How to break this deadlock?

"Well." Harry tried his best to relax.

It was this relaxation that made him about to speak.

His head seemed to be suddenly pressed down hard by someone.

Immediately, he became annoyed and wanted to see who had attacked him on the dance floor.

However, this thought only came to his mind for a moment, so short that his body couldn't even react and make corresponding movements. His head was simply forced to lean forward.

The next moment, his brain froze.

There is no other reason.

Just because of that moment just now, his face was just pressed against it.

There was a fleeting warmth on my lips.

Then, Harry's head seemed to start buzzing alarms.

The faces of both of them warmed up quickly, like red persimmons covered with snow and frost in winter.

Draco and his dance partner Astoria floated past them.

He seemed to be still immersed in the music.

"Um" Harry had to say: "Um, how about we go get a drink? Are you feeling a little tired?"

Hermione nodded silently.

Harry hurriedly took his hand and ran off the dance floor.

Afterwards, Harry poured himself a glass of butterbeer and Hermione grabbed a glass of apple juice.