Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

"We are Hogwarts..."

The twelve school directors murmured to themselves, a school song, and four confessions, which brought them back to their student days decades ago.

Mrs. Malfoy raised her head and looked up at the stars to prevent tears from falling from her eyes.

The students in this castle have gained so much good things in their seven years of study and life.

At the same time, because of them, Hogwarts is more than just a school. It was established because of magic, noble because of dreams, and immortal because of love!

Dumbledore raised his glass: "To Hogwarts!"

Professor Snape was the first to stand up and said, "Mr. Headmaster, I must sponsor your glass of wine."

He picked up the goblet on the table and gently clinked it with Dumbledore's glass.

Many people laughed. They understood Snape's awkward character. This person did this to show that he accepted the gifts from the students and responded.

"Professor Snape is more arrogant than girls." Tonks chuckled in Moriarty's ear.

"It's our turn to dance, nymph." Moriarty squeezed his companion's palm.

Tonks stuck out her tongue: "Oh, I almost forgot."

Moriarty took her left hand and walked onto the stage on the right under the envious eyes of everyone.

The stage was brightly lit, with Moriarty in a silver robe, Tonks in a bright red dress, and even her hair turned burgundy.

Typical ice and heat, sanity and madness.

Moriarty put his hand on Tonks' soft and tight waist, and was slightly stunned.

He vaguely remembers that the first time he danced was at a noble manor in Wimbledon, England. At that time, in order to carry out an assassination mission, he sneaked into the dance scene and learned to dance by the way.

Time is like water, years are like songs, in the vicissitudes of the world, things and people have changed. The girls in Moriarty's arms have changed one after another, and Tonks has become the most special one.

Moriarty's handsome face was reflected in her bright eyes. She stretched out her left hand to support his arm, and her right hand joined Moriarty's right hand, interlocking their fingers.

Relaxing and cheerful music played, and Moriarty slowly spun in circles in order to let Tonks adapt to dancing. She hadn't danced in a while.

Gradually, Tonks regained her senses, and the corners of her mouth outlined a beautiful arc, spinning freely, and her fiery red skirt bloomed like a mandala.

With a spin, Tonks threw herself into Moriarty's arms. She pressed her face against Moriarty's chest: "Moriarty, do I dance well?"

"Beautiful as a fairy." Moriarty picked up Tonks and lifted her high above his head.

"How rare it is to hear you praise a girl." Tonks smiled coquettishly and stretched out her hand, holding onto Moriarty's shoulders and jumping down, dancing to his rhythm.

Moriarty smiled without saying a word and led Tonks across the stage. Social dancing was an indispensable skill for a pureblood.

Slytherin is the purest pure-blood family, and Black is the oldest pure-blood family. Moriarty and Tonks danced gracefully, and white and red waves soon rose in the wide hall.

At the end of the song, amid the exclamations and praises of the crowd, Moriarty and Tonks walked off the stage and sat back down.

They looked around and saw that except for Professor Snape, there was no one at the guest table.

Dumbledore danced with Professor McGonagall, Professor Sproutany danced with Professor Flitwick, Professor Sinistra danced with the vampire Professor Randy, Ludo danced with the Ancient Runes Professor Bathshedda Babblin

Started dancing...

Professor Nicol Flamel and Professor Perenelle danced softly. The professors stayed far away from them for fear of bumping into the two old people.

As the professors began to dance and the students entered the dance floor one after another, Moriarty saw a tall figure, Marcus.

He was dancing with another, taller figure, and their limbs were waving wildly, drawing a wide path on the dance floor.

The students hurriedly moved out of the way to prevent the two big men who couldn't dance but were still flying happily from bumping into them.

Tonks covered her mouth with both hands: "Merlin's Waltz! His dance partner is Hagrid! Marcus and Hagrid? Am I blind, Moriarty!"

Moriarty had a smile in his eyes. It was not unusual for boys to become dance partners with boys or girls.

In addition to Marcus and Hagrid, there are also Roman and Afro. I have to say that they really have a tacit understanding. Even the frequency of stepping on their feet remains surprisingly consistent. Listen -

"My captain, can you take your left foot away?"

"My dear teammate, before you make a request, please take your left foot off my right foot!"

"My left foot is stepping on your right foot? What about my right foot? Why can't I lift it up? Oh what the hell! It's being stepped on hard by your left foot!"

Their conversation aroused laughter from the people around them, and people gathered around to watch the "left foot stepping on the right foot" scene.

Completely opposite to them is the combination of Lilith and Gemma Farley on the other side of the dance floor.

Lilith is wearing a black robe, and Gemma is wearing a white skirt. Every dance step in the black and white combination falls on the rhythm of the music.

Their dance is like pulse, heartbeat, breathing, and the rhythm of life, making batch after batch of boys intoxicated.

Many boys looked at Slytherin's two roses with envy, but no one dared to stand up and invite one of them.

No one in Hogwarts knows that they are the founders of the "Forever Shine" fan group.

Although Moriarty already has a dance partner, but...

Who dares to ask more about Moriarty's feelings?

Even if we don't mention Moriarty, Lilith and Gemma's daily performance is enough to scare away most boys.

Except of course Jericho.

He may be as courageous as Godric Gryffindor.

But he didn't invite Lilith or Gemma, he had a girlfriend - he and Helena danced quite happily.

But when Jericho sat back and drank orange juice, he found Professor Snape sitting alone at the guest of honor.

According to Jericho's later recollection, Sri Lanka was motionless at the time, his eyes were dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Jericho thinks he's remembering Lily Potter?

The love rival's wife, Harry's mother, and his eternal sweetheart.

"You can't refuse to dance because of your love rival." Jericho's thinking is a typical American thinking. They are used to showing their strength in front of their sweethearts and love rivals.

So Jericho bravely walked towards Professor Snape.

"Brush!" Jericho stretched out his right hand towards the professor, "My professor? My dean? I want to invite you to dance with me."

Snape turned his head sideways, his face turned green, ignited with cold anger, and his eyes were full of murderous intent, staring at Jericho like this.

Jericho was obviously used to this kind of look - the teacher in the second level of the Dracula game regarded him as James Potter - that look was terrifying.

"My father told me that there are many ways to express goodwill, but the most effective way is to take the initiative. So, Mr. Dean, just think of it as a reward for me after winning the game."

Jericho raised his hand, a sincere smile on his face.

Snape glared at Jericho for a full five minutes. It wasn't until Jericho felt his smile freeze that Snape withdrew his gaze and his expression became calm.

He quickly stretched out his hand and patted Jericho on the shoulder, pushing him down the guest seat and pushing him all the way to Helena.

"Watch your little boyfriend."

Snape left behind a word, swung his robe and walked away. Helena said in surprise: "His back doesn't look like an old bat anymore."

Jericho touched his chin and smiled meaningfully: "It doesn't matter if you fail. Sooner or later, I will teach him how to dance and play Quidditch with him! Just wait and see."

Helena immediately fell into admiration for her boyfriend.

Moriarty, who saw everything in his eyes, was thoughtful. Just when he was considering whether to follow Snape, Tonks' voice came to his ears.

"Little brother, let's dance another song."

Moriarty was sure he saw the beauty in Tonks' eyes.

He agreed, and entered the dance floor with Tonks in his arms. They danced the last dance of the ball, the waltz, in tango steps.

In this November, which is heading towards winter, Tonks' smile is like a little sun, warming everyone in the castle.

And her love is like a blazing flame, burned into Moriarty's heart in the cold deep sea, and will always belong to Moriarty.

The end of November was spent in the residual heat of the dance party, and December came in a blink of an eye. Among the magic months, December is called the "last moon".

Professor Nico Flamel assigned each student a large number of alchemy homework, making the students look forward to the Christmas holiday.