Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Unlike the usual old-fashioned and rigid image, Professor McGonagall specially wore a red plaid robe today, with a beautiful thistle wreath on the brim of his hat.

This made her seem decades younger, and she could vaguely see her once charming demeanor.

"Warriors, please come here!" Professor McGonagall shouted again.

Hermione adjusted her bracelet and smiled broadly.

She and Clark said "see you later" to Neville, Ron and the others, and then walked forward, a passage was flashed by the chattering crowd to let them pass.

There were other warriors who stood up with them, and Clark only saw Bruce Stewart at this time, and the female companion who followed him was a sixth-year Slytherin girl who was quite pretty.

Professor McGonagall arranged for four teams of men and women to stand by the door and let others go in first. After the students were all seated, they lined up and walked into the auditorium.

Fleur Delacour and Roger Davis stood closest to the door, and Davis still had that smirk on his face, barely moving his eyes away from Fleur.

From the looks of it, it seemed that he would be Fleur's marionette for the whole ball.

Everyone lined up and entered the auditorium in front of the warriors one by one. Everyone who passed by would look at them curiously, as if they were visiting.

Clark and Hermione had to keep smiling all the time, and sometimes they had to cooperate with nodding when they saw acquaintances. It really looked like a young couple welcoming guests at the door before the wedding.

Five minutes later, when everyone was seated in the auditorium, Professor McGonagall asked the warriors and their dance partners to line up two by two and follow her in.

They filed in and walked towards the big round table where the referees sat at the front of the auditorium. The people in the auditorium applauded enthusiastically.

The decoration in the auditorium today is more beautiful than ever before, the walls are covered with shining silver frost, the ceiling is a starry night sky, and hundreds of mistletoe sprigs and ivy are hung. into a garland.

Gone were the four long college tables, replaced by a hundred or so small garden tables lit with lanterns, and a dozen people sat at each table.

Clark carefully supported Hermione in case she, who didn't wear high heels much, accidentally tripped.

Hermione was quite happy, and she gave everyone a big smile, which made them really look like the golden girl.

The warriors came to the front of the guest table, and Dumbledore sat in the middle, smiling happily.

On his left is Durmstrang's headmaster, Karkaroff, who didn't put on his gown tonight, but was still dressed as before.

Madame Maxime, who was on Dumbledore's right, took off her usual black satin uniform and put on a lavender flowing gown. At the same time, Clark also noticed that all the gemstones and jewelry on her body were also changed. Got a new set.

Beside Madam Maxim, Ludo Bagman was wearing a bright purple exaggerated robe with big yellow stars printed on it tonight, and he was clapping his hands as enthusiastically as his classmates.

As for Mr. Barty Crouch, Clark didn't see him. On the fifth seat at the table, sat another younger person - Percy Weasley.

He is wearing a brand new navy blue dress robe today, it doesn't look cheap.

The long-term working experience in the Ministry of Magic has also made him calm down a lot. His face is calm and he can't see the slightest emotion, but he is almost similar to Mr. Crouch.

As the warriors and their partners approached the table, Percy pulled an empty chair beside him and stared at Clark.

Clark understood what he meant and sat down next to Percy.

"I've been promoted," said Percy before Clark could speak. "I'm Mr. Crouch's personal assistant now, and I'm here on his behalf."

His tone was very flat, it seemed that promotion was not a big deal for him.

"That's really congratulations, it seems you've done a good job in the ministry," Clark said with a smile, "By the way, why didn't he come?"

"Well, I'm sorry Mr. Crouch is not doing well, very badly."

When he said this, Percy had a sad expression on his face, but Hermione who was on the side saw it clearly, and there was still a hint of a smile in his eyes.

"It's no surprise - the ministry is so hard and he's not as young as he used to be - although, of course, he's still very good and his mind is still as sharp as ever, but his energy is clearly greater Not as good as before.

Especially since what happened at the Quidditch World Cup, he's been a little off.

The house elf in their family, named Winky or something, behaved badly, which greatly stimulated his personal emotions.

Naturally, he fired her right afterward, but—well, as I said, he's getting old and needs to be looked after.

Since the house-elf got kicked out, I think he's found the comfort level at home has plummeted, and sometimes I even have to go to his house to babysit him. "

Hearing this, Clark couldn't help but said, "That proves that Mr. Crouch has already regarded you as his confidant, but when you go to his house to help, you have to be careful. It's always right to be careful."

Percy froze for a moment, took a deep look at Clark, nodded, and continued:

"Relax, I know.

But Mr. Crouch is really exhausted. We have to prepare for the Triwizard Tournament and deal with the funeral of the World Cup. That nasty woman named Skeeter is spreading rumors everywhere.

Alas, poor man, he is having a quiet Christmas, and he needs rest so badly. "

"That's why you're here." Clark laughed.

"I would rather not come. This at least proves that Mr. Crouch is in good health. As a subordinate, I still hope that there is such an elder who can continue to protect us from the wind and rain." Percy said with a sad face with.

"People always have to grow up, leaving teachers, parents, and bosses. Only in this way can we spread our wings and have our own sky." Clark's words are full of vigorous fighting spirit.

Percy seemed to be moved by him, and said with a smile, "It seems that our Clark has grown a lot recently and is a big boy."

As he spoke, he winked at the beautiful Hermione beside him.

Clark quickly changed the topic amidst laughter, "Why hasn't the food been served yet? I'm hungry."

He looked in front of him, there was no food on the shiny golden plate, but everyone had a small menu on hand.

When Clark picked up the menu, he saw a variety of dishes written on it, and it was also thoughtfully accompanied by pictures.

I saw Principal Dumbledore not far away looked at his menu carefully, and then said very clearly to his plate: "Pork chops!"

A grilled pork chop that was golden brown, dripping with sauce, and steaming immediately appeared on his plate.

The others at the table suddenly realized that they followed suit and ordered their favorite food on the plate.

The atmosphere in the auditorium suddenly became lively, and everyone was happily chatting and tasting delicious food.

Viktor Krum was telling his girlfriend about his school, but his eyes flicked to Hermione from time to time.

"Ah, we also have a castle. I don't think it's as big or as comfortable as this one." He said to the beautiful girl. "Our castle has only four floors, and we can only light it when we cast magic. But our The venue is bigger than here…”

"Okay, okay, Viktor!" Karkaroff said with a smile, but there was no smile in his cold eyes, "Don't reveal any more secrets, or your charming Friends will know where we are!"

Dumbledore smiled, his eyes sparkling, "Igor, keep the secrets so strictly... People will think that you don't welcome others to visit."

"Oh, Dumbledore," Karkaroff grinned, showing yellow teeth, "we all want to protect our private domain, don't we? There are some things we can share, but some things left by our ancestors, Don't we need to guard it carefully? After all, every school still has a little secret."

Clark heard the meaning of his words. The headmaster of Durmstrang is the most conservative existence in the joint project of European magic.

He stubbornly controlled the rights and interests in his hands, and he was unwilling to let go at all, and he always encouraged France to stand on the same front with him.

Fortunately, Mrs. Maxim still has a clear understanding of the situation. Although she also has her own ideas about the distribution of rights after the alliance of the three families, she also understands that the fundamental reason why this matter can go forward lies in Dumbledore. .

Without this prestigious old man making the Poseidon Needle, the establishment of the European Union of Magic will not be established even if it is discussed for another hundred years.

It is simply impossible to expect someone like Karkaroff to succeed.

At this time, Dumbledore also understood the meaning of Karkaroff's words, but he just said kindly, "Oh, I dare not say it even in my dreams, I know all the secrets hidden in Hogwarts in the past, eh? Gore."

"However, I know exactly what is happening at Hogwarts now.

We have no way of knowing the past; we cannot predict the future. Only now - is in our control, we can choose the way we want to go!

including death!

After all, I am already an old man who is about to die. "

Karkaroff was completely speechless.

Clark on the side also secretly smiled at the plate of Hungarian goulash in front of him. Sure enough, ginger is still hot, or in other words, the older he is, the less he takes life seriously.

While Dumbledore and Karkaroff were having a verbal exchange, Fleur Delacour was criticizing the Hogwarts decor to Roger Davies.

"It's nothing," she said contemptuously, looking at the starlit walls surrounding the Great Hall. "At Beauxbatons Castle, our Great Hall is filled with ice sculptures at Christmas time. They don't melt, of course... Like giant diamond statues, shining in the auditorium. The food is also superb...”

Roger Davies watched her talk with a look of ecstasy on his face, and several times he held his fork askew, poking food up his nostrils.

When Furong got angry, she patted the back of the table impatiently.

Davis also hurriedly responded, imitating Fleur's appearance and patting the table with his hands, "That's right! It's like this, that's right!"

He didn't listen to what Fu Rong was saying at all.

In addition, Clark also noticed that Hagrid was sitting at another staff table. He put on that ugly fluffy brown suit again, and was looking up at the guest table.

Clark saw Hagrid waving his hand. He turned his head and found that Madam Maxime was also waving to Hagrid. The gemstone ring on her hand was shining in the candlelight.

After more than half an hour, the food was finished, Dumbledore stood up, clapped his hands and asked the students to stand up too.

Then with a flick of his wand, some of the tables whizzed away to the walls, leaving a space in between.

Then he turned into a high stage, which was attached to the right wall, on which there was a drum kit, several guitars, a lute (poetry), a cello and several organs.

"Merry Christmas, I wish you a wonderful evening." Professor Dumbledore left the stage.

Amid thunderous applause from the audience, the Weird Sisters rushed to the instruments together.

They had long hair that was deliberately left unkempt, and they wore ripped black robes on purpose, with weird bone necklaces on their wrists and necks, full of wild magicalism.

Everyone watched them pick up their musical instruments with great interest. The next moment, the lanterns on the tables were all extinguished, and in the dim auditorium, several beams of spotlights shone down from above their heads.

"We should dance!"

Clark said softly, took Hermione's hand and helped her up, and several other warriors and their dance partners also stood up.

The Weird Sisters played a slow, sad tune in unison, Clark took Hermione's hand, walked into the brightly lit dance floor with the other warriors, and began to dance gently.

The four warriors dance at varying levels, the best being Fleur and Roger Davis.

The two of them looked very experienced, Davis with an ecstatic look on his face, staring at Fleur and dancing to her steps.

Beside them, Bruce and the Slytherin girl danced a bit unsatisfactorily. The two should be unfamiliar with each other, and their cooperation was very jerky.

In contrast, Krum and his partner were a little stronger. Although Krum's movements were uncoordinated, he was worthy of being a Quidditch player, and his reaction was very quick.

Compared with these two pairs, Clark and Hermione, who were dancing to the rhythm, at least danced in style.