Chapter 190 Put on your clothes quickly

Being a teenager is a wonderful time.

Mag looked at them, and his eyes seemed to reflect his appearance when he was fifteen or sixteen years old.

Harry's changes satisfied her the most.

Wearing a dress, with smooth hair, and a gentle appearance, he looked like the best student at Hogwarts - his appearance before made her feel that Harry was more like an excellent knight, and he and the castle

The armor decorations inside are not out of place when placed together.

So does Hermione.

She looks cute, but she doesn't like to dress up. She's really a traveler.

Snape was standing in the corner. He couldn't see Harry's face. He was looking far away from the right rear. His eyes were gentle and he looked at the person next to Harry. His eyes also reflected a figure of fifteen or sixteen years old.

Other students walked into the auditorium led by professors.

Different from the past, there were no longer four long tables in the auditorium, but round tables. After the students had all sat down, Professor McGonagall walked in with the three warriors and their dance partners.

Under everyone's gaze.

Harry nodded, took out his wand, and tapped Hermione's shoes lightly.

They stepped on the red carpet and walked slowly, to the tune of the Sorting Hat.

Klum and Fleur seemed to have just reacted and politely called their dance partners to join them on the dance floor.

Dancing is outside of Harry and Hermione's skill tree.

The Hufflepuffs and Ron couldn't wait for a long time, but the table was empty, no food came out, only a small golden menu suddenly appeared and was placed in the hands of the little wizards.

Fleur and Krum were too polite. They and their dance partners stopped dancing, and it was even possible to see that they were a little resistant.

And the smell of poultry manure never went away.

The two of them walked onto the dance floor.

This is a world with magical and extraordinary power.

Even though they had been tutored by Professor McGonagall several times during this period, they were still very unfamiliar. Hermione was still wearing high heels and a dress that looked a little troublesome. They hugged each other and danced stumblingly, far less than the other two.

Warriors are so natural.

Even if he kept waving the wand at himself and saying "clean up", he could only remove those unsightly things. He didn't know how Crookshanks and Hedwig did it.

Karkaroff wasn't having a good night.

Mag interrupted him ruthlessly: "Please don't talk about the pile of cockroaches. There shouldn't be such a disgraceful thing at the Yule Ball."

Harry reached out his hand to Hermione, and Hermione shyly put her hand into his.

They were the only couple, even though they were young and immature, they seemed to blend into each other in the dance music. They enjoyed this time and also enjoyed this clumsiness.

Snape stopped, raised his wand, and waved it not far away.

"Not bad." Hermione blushed, nodded slightly, and moved her head closer, "Do you want to go out for a walk?"

Snape sneered: "Clear? Then you knew that Dumbledore would save me because of my identity as Potions Master?"

Ron couldn't hold it back: "I don't think anyone can't see it."

"You guys danced so well." Lavender praised excitedly before Ron could say anything.

Harry nodded: "Professor McGonagall is right."

Snape was once a Death Eater, and so was Karkaroff. What is their plan when they get together now?

They sneaked over quietly.

"Warriors, please take a seat." McGonagall walked to Dumbledore, where her seat was.

Karkaroff curled his lips, and Maxim grinned.

"Harry, you looked great tonight." Dumbledore said, complimenting him, "You should have looked like this a long time ago."

High heels instantly turn into flat shoes that fit your feet.

Harry suddenly stopped.

He also walked over.

Harry nodded, took out the invisibility cloak and put it on his body: "Professor Snape and Karkaroff."

Wait for the dance to end.

"That's the feeling." Lavender shook his head, his eyes sparkling, "Professor Trelawney predicted that you two are a match made in heaven, and it is indeed the case."

The teacher's chair rose up and turned into a stage, and the Wizards' most famous band, the Weird Sisters, took the stage - although the eight members of this band were all male, unlike the band's name, their performance style was very quiet.

Ron walked forward excitedly, but stopped suddenly in the middle, retracted his steps, waited for the second dance song to start, and danced with Lavender.

"But Professor Trelawney had already made a prediction." Lavender turned back and looked at Ron.

Karkaroff took a deep breath, his face turned pale and his voice trembled: "Did they hear it?"

"And ten points from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff!"

"It's amazing." Hermione's eyes sparkled.

Hermione complained slightly, but with a full smile on her face: "Harry, I was so bad, I stepped on you several times."

Harry did his part, holding Hermione's hand, and sat down in the seat farthest from Karkaroff. Fleur regretted that the high heels she wore were not as convenient as Harry's, so she could only leave her dance partner and seize the third place.

Far seats.

After a relaxing meal and a few glasses of gin, the four young people chatted happily - Fleur and Krum's dance partners had almost no presence, and they looked a little out of place at this table.

A cluster of flower buds swayed, as if in trouble. After a while, a small half opened into golden red, a small half opened into emerald-like color, and the rest all opened into amber color.

George and Fred also tried hard to persuade their brother.

Why would you consider fighting?

Hermione gently hit his chest: "The heels are not the slender kind. I can't walk in those shoes."

The dance music is quiet, and the water flows out like a small river.

"Even if it doesn't have to be so formal." Fleur interrupted, "Why don't you dress up in normal times?"

Hermione smiled and shook her head: "We are very clumsy."

They walked to the end of the auditorium, where there was a larger round table. The referees and professors were sitting together, and there were six empty seats in the most conspicuous positions, which were obviously reserved for them.

"Fairy rose." Harry nodded, "That's what the professor named it. It is a plant with strong vitality, and it will bloom in different colors depending on the owner's clothing."

The dinner ended with the Hufflepuffs amazed.

They hugged their scattered clothes and fled in panic into the darkness.

"Professor Sprout's magic?" Hermione leaned over curiously, and a light purple rose bush immediately bloomed for her.

The little lions have even begun to spread rumors that "Karkaroff likes to sleep in the chicken coop".

Harry shook his head: "It's not suitable for fighting. It feels like your clothes will tear if you roll around, and you can't resist any spell."

This is in school.

They held hands and walked out of the auditorium. Ron wanted to follow, but Lavender dragged him back to the dance floor.

McGonagall's face looked a little unnatural, and she coughed lightly: "Hogwarts is very safe, Mr. Potter is just a little insecure."

Harry put his head next to Hermione's ear: "How was your rest?"

"You are both, especially Miss Granger. I have to admit that you are indeed beautiful."

"The seed of the fairy rose." Harry said with a smile, "Professor Sprout gave it to me. I have never raised it before. Maybe we can try to grow it together from now on."

Fleur was startled, and Krum also looked over with surprise in his eyes.

Even when Fox met him, he gave him a claw and burned the sleeves of his tuxedo - the repair spell couldn't repair it, so he could only use the transfiguration spell to get half of it out.

"That person's mark." Karkaroff lowered his voice, "You don't have any."

This made the Hufflepuffs and Ron's eyes light up.

They continued walking along the path.

But almost everyone's eyes are on them.

You can order tonight, so you don’t have to look for what you want on the table full of food!

The auditorium suddenly became lively.

"What is this?" Hermione turned back and looked at him doubtfully.

"Fawcett! And Stebbins!" Snape's tone was terrifyingly cold, "This is Hogwarts, put on your clothes and go back to the castle!"

Hermione was stunned, remembering the information Rita brought not long ago.

Dumbledore was telling jokes with the professors, like little white rabbits. Hermione finally realized what Dumbledore wanted to say that day, gave the old and disrespectful principal a fierce look, and looked at Harry again. It was still him.

Okay, I'm serious and won't talk nonsense like this.
To be continued...