The Bard at Hogwarts

Christmas.

A festival that should have little to do with wizards, God knows how, it has become the festival that wizards are most looking forward to.

As time enters the last week before Christmas, the castle becomes busier day by day.

Everyone was in a state of excitement because this year's Christmas dinner was different.

Not only were there rumors that Dumbledore ordered five hundred barrels of honey cider from Three Broomsticks, but there were also rumors that on the day of the dinner, the Weird Sisters and Eno sang on the same stage...

Of course, compared with these news, what makes people more excited and restless is the legendary Christmas Ball.

In fact, this is normal. Children in their teens and a half always yearn for an adult life, and the dance party just satisfies their yearning.

After all, according to traditional wisdom, those who can participate in dances are independent adults.

…

Breakfast is over.

At the Gryffindor table, Ron proudly told Harry that he had found a dance partner and had a decent men's dress custom-made.

"Dude! Listen to me, you better speed up or the good girl will get picked off."

Ron looked like he had come over before, and reached out to pat Harry on the shoulder.

"Well, maybe there's no need to worry!" Harry looked at the girl at the next table while eating.

"Ginny?" Ron looked a little weird as Harry looked at her.

It's like blessing, but also like being unhappy, and even more like a feeling that one's good things have been stolen.

At this moment, Ron felt an indescribable complexity in his heart.

And the other side.

Perhaps girls are naturally very sensitive to gazes, so when she noticed that she was being watched, Ginny quietly turned her head.

The moment she saw Harry, she responded with a gentle smile, while Ron beside her was subconsciously ignored.

As for Harry, he just stared at Ginny blankly.

"Okay, okay! Anyway, she has liked you since she was a child."

After discovering that the two of them were flirting in front of each other, Ron also sounded resigned to his fate.

…

No coincidence.

In the Great Hall, it was not just Gryffindor who was discussing the ball, but Slytherin as well.

But compared to the hustle and bustle of Gryffindor, the little snakes are much more reserved.

"What do you think of the dance? Granger is the cheaper one?" Daphne asked unwillingly at the dinner table.

Hearing Daphne's inquiry, Pansy raised her head calmly and said calmly:

"If you like it, you can go and pursue it! You really don't have to care about me."

After a short sentence, Daphne was like a cat with fried fur. She snorted coldly and said: "Humph! I'm doing you a favor, but I still don't appreciate it! This is your last chance. If you..."

Perhaps out of concern for her friend's feelings, Daphne didn't say the last words.

Hearing this, Pan Xi smiled brightly and said in a calm tone: "Then I thank you for your kindness! But I remember once saying that too many people break up because of graduation..."

"You're here again!" Daphne interrupted without hesitation: "There are many people who break up after graduation, but there are also many people who have children after graduation... Forget it, I don't care about you."

As if she was a little angry, Daphne stood up and walked out of the auditorium.

Looking at Daphne's angry back, Pansy still sat firmly on the stool.

Her eyes were moving, no one knew what she was thinking.

…

Slytherin dormitory.

Ino sat in front of the desk. The small table was covered with various dexterous tools, including not only chisels and files, but also various gemstone chips and ink bottles filled with unknown liquids.

The whole desktop looks a bit messy.

Straw ring.

Although he has accumulated a considerable amount of alchemical knowledge, this is still his second time making alchemical items.

Thinking of the staff that looked like a hiking stick, a smile appeared on Ino's lips.

One thing is that he wanted to imitate Gandalf at first, but later in Middle-earth, he didn't really use it.

It's a pity, but not entirely. But no matter what, Ino still planned to make the ring in front of her and strive to fully integrate the alchemy knowledge she had learned into it.

Thinking of this, he picked up the file again, humming a soft song while carefully polishing a piece of moonstone the size of an egg.

…

Time is like water.

Two days flew by.

As the organizer of the Triwizard Tournament, Hogwarts seems to be eager to impress its guests, and is even more determined to show the best of the castle to the other two schools.

Although there are still several days until Christmas, the Christmas decorations have already begun quietly.

The handrails of the moving stairs were covered with enchanted icicles, and the ceiling of the auditorium changed from its original transparent color to a deep purple starry sky.

Even from time to time, various light spots like stars fall down, which looks absolutely beautiful.

And that's not all the changes in the castle, including the armor that had been polished before, was now magically enchanted by Professor Flitwick himself.

Whenever someone passes by these armors, they always hum a couple of cheerful Christmas songs.

Of course, not every armor is like this, because some people have heard armor swearing.

However, the familiar voice made all the little wizards know that Peeves was hiding inside. However, the students at Hogwarts knew the reason, but it did not mean that Beauxbatons and Durmstrang knew.

This matter was brought to Professor McGonagall, and she became extremely angry at such a shameful thing.

Since then, people can always see Filch's neurotic figure.

He holds a sharpened mop stick, and every time he passes by the armor, he always knocks it habitually, and then mutters a lot of complaints to himself.

...

Eighth floor of the castle.

"Peeves, come out quickly! Don't let me poke you with a stick."

Filch pulled a piece of armor with both hands, looking at his weapon threateningly.

"Oh? Incompetent Filch! You actually want to hurt Peeves, it's just a fantasy!"

Although Peeves said it was a fantasy, his body naturally passed through the armor and disappeared into the wall.

Just when Filch thought he succeeded, Peeves appeared again in the air in the corridor, this time holding two large bottles of unscrewed ink in his hands.

Filch held the mop stick in one hand and closed his eyes in despair.

Suddenly, a calm voice sounded behind him: "Peeves, get out of here!"

"Boring! Boring! Boring!"

Although he said "boring" three times in a row, Peeves also walked through the wall and left alone, contrary to his usual behavior.

...

On the other side.

After waiting for a long time without seeing Mo Mo, Filch suddenly opened his eyes, and after seeing the person who helped him, he was also stunned on the spot.

He remembered the student in front of him. Four years ago, because the other party sprinkled snow in the corridor, they even had a grudge with each other. He didn't expect that he would help him today.

After hesitating for a moment, Filch whispered: "Thank you!"

"You're welcome!" Ino replied lightly.

Today, he came to give Hermione a straw ring, but he encountered this scene halfway and stopped it.

After that, Ino did not stop at all, and naturally walked past Filch and walked towards the portrait of the Fat Lady.

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