[HP] Hogwarts students

There was no one else in the lounge, and the fireworks in the fireplace were still crackling, and the torches hanging on the stone wall of the domed lounge delivered a dazzling light, and the orange fire light shone on his curly hair like a black lion's mane , he looked confused and angry, as if he didn't understand how I could ask such a question.

"What is that?" said Harry. "I distinctly remember you having two skirts."

"But I like this one." I pursed my lips and looked at him with some embarrassment, "I know you don't want to be too noticeable—"

He's a boy who yearns for the ordinary, and I've always known that.But on such an important night, I also hope to dance the opening dance gracefully. If I choose another heavy and tight dress, it will be difficult for me to last until the end of the dance.

"You don't understand," Harry said uncomfortably, "it's not the question..." He looked up at my pale face, and added, "I'd love to do the opening dance with you. I'm Say, I've been waltzing with Neville in my dormitory for weeks."

"Neville?" I was a little surprised, but also a little bit want to laugh, "Where is Ron?"

"He's not interested in dancing, let alone dancing." Harry grumbled and complained. "At least Neville is serious. He stepped on mine before stepping on Ginny's foot at the dance."

"Anyway—" he seemed to muster up a lot of courage, and whispered, "I just think this skirt...the chest slit is too big, if you dance, it will definitely fall off."

I'm a little surprised, he rarely expresses his thoughts directly, and sometimes I need to investigate and guess like a detective to know if he is unhappy.No one spoke for a long time, and Harry's expression began to be regretful and a little angry, but his lips still moved, refusing to budge.

"Okay—" I sighed resignedly, and if this stalemate continues, we will definitely miss the opening dance, "I don't have another dress, but we can go to Dobby and ask him to fix this seam for me, what you think?"

"It couldn't be better." Harry finally laughed.In order to catch up with the ball, we ran all the way from the Gryffindor Tower to the kitchen door, sweating under the light of the torches in the corner, and when we entered the kitchen, we found that all the elves were inside.

They divide labor and cooperate, refine the process, and reasonably distribute the tasks of washing vegetables and meat to each elf. The long table in the kitchen also follows the Christmas atmosphere into a small red and green round table. There was an elf standing there, staring at the menu on the table, as if waiting for something.

"Dobby!" Harry yelled hastily, drawing surprised glances from a crowd of elves.Amidst the whispering discussions of many elves, Dobby walked out proudly with his chest upright, and said excitedly, "It's Harry Potter and his friends! Sir, miss, can I ask Dobby for anything?" ?”

I told him that I needed help changing the dress, and Dobby banged his head in embarrassment, and said in a high-pitched voice, "Dobby's incompetent! Dobby doesn't know the sewing spell... But miss, Let Dobby recommend Winky to you, her sewing spells are excellent!"

As he said that, he turned around and pulled out an elf hidden behind the shelf. Shining looked very tired and sad, looked at me with sad eyes, and respectfully invited me to their lounge, with a skilled wandless stick The spell changed the front cloth for me.

"Wow, you are amazing!" She handed me a broken mirror. From the mirror, the upper body of the dress has been sewn together, and there is no trace of thread or splicing at all. Tube top-like top.

"Thank you Miss for your compliment..." Winky sobbed with tears in her eyes, "But Mr. Crouch doesn't need Winky to help mend clothes anymore..."

Several empty butterbeer bottles rolled out from under her feet, and she lay on the edge of the bed again and began to cry.

"Uh——" I patted her on the head lightly in embarrassment, but she shook off my hand, "Mr. Crouch should also come tonight, let me ask for you, okay?"

"Really?" Winky raised her head suddenly, with tears and snot all over her face, "Will the kind lady really help Winky to do this—but, but, this is really too much, Winky shouldn't ask for such a thing wizard!"

Harry started knocking on the door, and I quickly gathered the spread of the tulle skirt, opened the door and walked out, turning around and saying before leaving: "Don't worry, Winky—I'll ask for you!"

Thank God and Merlin!When we held hands and ran desperately outside the auditorium, it was only a quarter past eight.The other students had already poured into the auditorium first, and sat down at the small round table according to the small circle. Professor McGonagall stood outside the oak door, with a group of warriors and their dance partners standing behind them.

Seeing us coming up out of breath, Professor McGonagall gave us a stern look, and then let us line up behind Viktor Krum and Hermione.

"Are you—" Harry's jaw almost fell to the floor as we got closer, "You're Hermione?!"

"Hello, Harry!" Hermione smiled and nodded gracefully. "Hello, Kelly! You're a little late."

I had just finished greeting Fleur, and Cedric and Cho both smiled and waved to us—they were such a good match today.Klum also nodded to us with a thick accent: "Hello, Kelly, you look beautiful today."

Harry glanced up at them, and secretly tightened his arms, almost crushing my hand in his.

When the time was almost up, Professor McGonagall led the warriors in two pairs. The walls of the auditorium were covered with glittering silver frost, the ceiling was a starry night sky, and hundreds of sprigs of mistletoe were hung. and ivy garlands.Everyone's eyes were on us, and Harry and I followed Hermione as quickly as if we were being followed.

We were led to the guest table, where sat Dumbledore, Headmaster Karkaroff of Durmstrang, Headmaster Maxim of Beauxbatons, Minister of Sports Ludo Bagman and——

Ah oh, after I was seated, I realized that Mr. Crouch was not sitting here, and was replaced by Percy Weasley in a navy blue dress robe. He noticed my gaze and puffed out his chest triumphantly , and pretentiously arranging his bow tie.

"Hello, Percy," I greeted, "Mr. Crouch..."

"Mr. Crouch is unwell, so he appointed me—his personal assistant who has just been entrusted with important duties to come to the banquet." Percy said proudly, and I noticed that Harry just opened his mouth, and he was pulled by him again To tell the story of Mr. Crouch.

"Well, that's nice. I mean, he must be perfectly at home for Christmas now, after all, and he's got a sweet elf to take care of him." I ordered a herb-baked tuna and absentmindedly used the knife The fork sliced ​​open the fish, but his eyes stayed on Percy.

"Oh Kelly, how long has it been since you read the paper?" Percy tried to say in a well-meaning but still condescending tone, "Mr. Crouch has now fired that little elf, Winky, because she Misbehavior... Well, don’t mention these things, you know that he is also a hard-working poor man, fortunately he has a trustworthy subordinate like me.”

Poor Shiny, I was chewing on the juicy fish without appetite, and Harry ordered a plate of Hungarian goulash. The delicious smell penetrated into my nostrils, and I felt a little hungry after not eating much all day.

We exchanged a little bit of food, and I spoke highly of his beef: "Sweet and tangy... a little vinegary, and rosemary on top?"

"I think so." Harry ate up my fish with a troubled expression. "This one has no taste, but the soup is very thick."

Krum and Hermione had been chatting, and they talked very speculatively and enthusiastically. Krum danced and danced and told her the story in Durmstrang. Hermione listened very carefully until Karkaroff came out. interrupted them; Fleur was still picking on the Hogwarts decorations with her dance partner Roger Davies, ho - French.

After eating, Dumbledore stood up and asked the students to stand up too.Then with a flick of his wand, all the tables whizzed away to the walls, leaving an open space in between.He also conjured up a high stage, attached to the base of the right wall, on which stood a drum kit, some guitars, a lute, a cello, and several organs.

Then the wildly popular eccentric sisters, all extra thickly haired and in deliberately ripped black robes, jumped onto the stage.When they picked up their instruments respectively, the audience burst into thunderous applause.

The lights dimmed, and only the center of the dance floor was the most dazzling. The other warriors had already led their dance partners into the dance floor. Harry stood there awkwardly, rubbing his hands against his dress robe, and then stretched out his palm The upper hand said, "Can I invite you to dance?"

I snickered and put my hand up, shook hands with him, and rested lightly on his shoulder with the other.We never danced together, but when we did, a wordless rapport spread from our fingertips to our steps on the lyrically slow tones of the Weird Sisters.

Harry held my waist with his hands, and lifted me up to the passionate tune from time to time, waiting for my legs hidden in the shiny gauze skirt to draw a semicircle in mid-air and then put it down.After hearing this song, I followed the light dance steps and hummed the tune softly in his ear. Harry's expression became more solemn and unnatural, but his dance steps were still regular and well-timed.

It looked like he and Neville had been practicing well during this time, because as time went on, other people also slid onto the dance floor in pairs, and I caught a glimpse of Neville and Ginny dancing together out of the corner of my eye, and he kept Looking down at the dance steps, but never stepping on her.

When there were more people on the dance floor, Harry became more and more comfortable. He began to avoid my winding skirt more accurately, and actively pulled me to move and dance all over the dance floor.Perhaps the overhead light was too strong, and we were both laughing like crazy, and if we hadn't made the last move just in time, we'd have nearly crashed into Moody.

"Hey! Be careful!" said Professor Moody in a nasty voice, wearing his curved wine bottle in the opposite direction and skipping a few beats, while his partner, Professor Sinista, nervously dodged with his wooden prosthetic leg.

Harry couldn't help laughing, I glanced at the wine bottle, and then at the professor who terrified me, curiosity inevitably arose in my heart.But then the Weird Sisters changed another song, faster and more lively, and Harry changed a dance, pulling me away from them again.

We danced the whole three pieces, and maybe we would have danced the whole night if Harry hadn't suddenly noticed Ron sitting alone near the guest of honor.

"What a treat!" We exited the dance floor holding hands and sat next to Ron, Harry opened a bottle of butterbeer and handed me, and he didn't allow me to drink anything else with alcohol.And I noticed Ron sitting behind him with his dance partner—a girl with blonde hair braided, eyes bulging as if she'd seen something startled, brows so shallow they were almost invisible.There were tiny, thin carrot drop earrings in her ears, and a necklace of Butterbeer corks around her neck.

Her gown surprised me, too, a cropped, messy-coloured dress that hung loosely over her thin body, looking utterly inappropriate.

She noticed my eyes, showed me a misty smile, and said in a light voice: "Hello."

"Hi, my name is Kelly." I quickly withdrew my strange eyes and said politely, "What about you? Which college are you from?"

"Her name is Luna Lovegood, from Ravenclaw." Luna opened her mouth, but before she could make a sound, Ron interrupted her in a hurry, said roughly, and then cast his eyes on the center of the dance floor , where Hermione is dancing with Krum.

I glanced at Harry, who shrugged resignedly, opened a bottle of butterbeer for himself, and we both clinked our glasses and took a swig.

Luna talked like she was singing, in a trance that made me think she was drunk, but she was very friendly, and praised the vitality and beauty of the sprouts on my head with warmth and kindness.

"Thank you." I said proudly, "Your too."

"Do you know what she's talking about?" Harry asked, leaning closer.

"I don't know." I shook my head innocently, lowered my volume, and gave Luna a smile when she looked over.

"Then why are you talking?" He was a little speechless.

"Please, if someone compliments me, the most appropriate courtesy is to compliment me back. Who cares what sprouts are?"

I nonchalantly took a swig of the butterbeer.