The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

The reason why I say that Furong was half right is because she did attract everyone's attention when she first appeared.

Hibiscus's skirt fluttered with her steps, bringing with it a faint fragrance. The fair skin revealed inadvertently by every gesture caught the eyes of the boys. As for the girls, they cast jealous glances at her silver hair: Does such smooth and shiny hair really exist? This isn't magic!

Of course Fleur knew that she had become the center of attention. She didn't feel any discomfort with those eyes that were either fiery or jealous - she was already used to being the center of attention. On the contrary, she enjoyed this feeling very much.

This is decent! Fleur felt satisfied. Even without an excellent male partner like Tom, she was still the most dazzling girl at the ball based on her own charm.

That little boy? Let him play house with his little girlfriend!

After being ruthlessly rejected by Tom, Fleur wanted to invite Cedric, but Cedric also had a goal. In the end, she had to settle for the next best thing and invite Roger Davis from Ravenclaw House. He retired as Captain Ridge, and after Tom retired, he became captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.

It's just that this captain is a little embarrassed: since becoming captain, he has not led the team to participate in a game, not even one!

As for the other warrior Krum, Fleur never considered inviting this rude guy from beginning to end. She felt like siding with him would make her look like a cheap cheerleader.

After seeing Krum's female companion Luna, she strengthened her belief.

Krum, what kind of aesthetics is this? ! If I become his dance partner, wouldn't it mean... Fleur thought this and couldn't help but shudder.

Roger could hardly believe that he could invite Fleur to be his dance partner, but the scent of the beauty beside him reminded him that it was all true. He was so happy that he couldn't take his eyes away from Furong. At this moment, he saw Furong shivering, and he thought she was frozen by the cold wind of winter night.

So he asked diligently: "Is it cold? If it's cold, you can wear my robe."

Fleur wanted to roll her eyes, but taking into account her own image, she could only hold back. She said seriously: "No need, I'm not cold."

"Really? You're welcome—"

"Listen to me, thank you, but it's really not necessary." Fleur felt that the smile on her face must be stiff. She felt that Roger must have lost his mind and gone crazy. Why should she wear his robe? Then what should he wear? Besides, he wouldn't wear such ugly clothes even if he killed himself.

When most of the people were in the foyer, Professor McGonagall appeared, wearing a red tartan robe with an ugly wreath of thistles on the brim.

"Warriors, please come here!" Professor McGonagall planned to let the students enter the auditorium first according to the plan, and then let the warriors enter after the ordinary students were seated.

This time the Christmas dance was still held in the auditorium, but the venue was not limited to the auditorium, a lawn in front of the castle was also decorated. Since it's already December, the lawn has been transformed into a grotto, filled with twinkling fairy lights - meaning there are hundreds of living fairies inside. They sat among magical rose bushes or flapped their wings on the statue of Santa Claus and his reindeer. This gives the cave a strong sense of fantasy.

Just as the warriors and their dance partners stood next to Professor McGonagall, a commotion broke out in the foyer, which had been quiet due to Professor McGonagall's appearance.

The source of the commotion was the marble staircase at the entrance to the foyer - Hermione and Tom had arrived.

The two people arrived a little late, which actually gave people the illusion of being the finale. Their appearance shocked everyone present.

The girl is wearing a white gauze robe, like a pure forest fairy, and the boy is wearing a dark blue wizard robe, like a sage coming out of a magic book.

The moment they saw the two of them, one word came to many people's minds: talent and beauty.

After being struck by the beauty of the two, everyone gradually realized that the ridiculously beautiful girl was actually Hermione!

Hermione was not known for her appearance in the past. Although she was very beautiful in Tom's eyes, her classmates paid more attention to her talents and her high-quality homework. When it comes to the school beauty of Hogwarts, some people will say Qiu Zhang, while others will nominate Parvati, Padma, or even Ginny. No one has ever thought that Hermione is the school beauty.

If someone had said before that Hermione was as beautiful as Fleur, it would have been regarded as ridicule.

But now, here, if someone asks the little wizards at Hogwarts who is the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts, they will definitely pronounce Hermione's name in unison.

Looking at Tom and Hermione slowly walking down the stairs hand in hand, Cedric showed a hint of envy, while Krum was looking at Hermione infatuatedly. As for Fleur, her face was almost distorted. .

She's going crazy! Why can these two people be so good-looking? She is obviously a mixed-race Veela!

Many people looked at Hermione with suspicion, and they still felt a little incredible at this time. But Tom and Hermione ignored these glances and walked hand in hand into the Great Hall.

The auditorium also changed drastically. Under the starry night sky, there were hundreds of small tables lit with lanterns. The tables may be large or small. The large ones can seat more than ten people, while the small ones can only accommodate two people. As for the glittering silver frost on the walls, mistletoe sprigs hanging from the ceiling and garlands of ivy, there are many other decorations.

"Dumbledore really worked hard." Hermione sighed as she looked at the decorations in the auditorium that seemed to have taken a lot of thought.

Tom just smiled. He felt that it was most likely not designed by Dumbledore.

Since the lantern was the only source of light in the auditorium, it seemed a little dark, but this was just right for a couple like Tom and Hermione. They found a small table for two in the corner and sat down, a sprig of mistletoe hanging just between them.

"Hermione, do you understand what kissing under the mistletoe means?" Tom fiddled with the mistletoe on his head and looked at Hermione with a half-smile.

Hermione's face turned red and she nodded. After a few seconds, the shame on her face spread from her cheeks to her ears, and she muttered: "But... please don't do it in the auditorium..."

Among the Christmas customs, there is such a wonderful legend: if two people stand under the mistletoe plant, hug and kiss, they will be happy.

Of course, there is also a somewhat overbearing rumor - women under the mistletoe are required to accept kisses from men, and if they refuse, it will bring them bad luck.

Of the two statements, Tom prefers the former. The latter always made him feel like a villain who bullied men and dominated women.

After taking their seats, the two quietly waited for the party to begin. Due to their low profile, everyone gradually shifted their attention to tonight's dance.

After all the students were seated, the warriors lined up and walked into the auditorium. They held hands with each other and walked to the guest seat under the gaze of everyone. Sitting on the seat were the judges of the Triwizard Tournament. Karkaroff was still absent, but no one cared.

Tom noticed that Fleur seemed a little distracted when she entered. Hermione's appearance just shocked her, making it difficult for her to concentrate on the ball at hand.

Amid warm applause, the dance began.

Before the dance begins, everyone can have something to fill their stomachs. After Dumbledore's demonstration, everyone discovered that today's food serving mode at Hogwarts has undergone tremendous changes. In the past, a lot of food appeared on the plate out of thin air, and students helped themselves to it. Now you order from the menu, and the dishes you order will automatically appear on the plate.

Just listening to the noisy ordering sounds around him, Tom knew how much pressure this would put on the house elves in the kitchen. This complicated ordering method means more labor, just like converting a cafeteria into a regular restaurant.

However, the house elves never disappoint the wizards. They accurately deliver the dishes ordered by the wizards to the correct table, down to every plate.

Tom glanced at Hermione, "Is there anything you want to eat?"

"Well..." Hermione tilted her head, "How about something simple? How about pizza?"

Eating pizza on Christmas Eve was undoubtedly perfunctory, but Tom and Hermione didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

"For the main course, I'll have beef roasted mushroom pizza. For snacks, I'll choose vanilla anchovy shrimp and crispy fried squid. For dessert, I'll have a creamy tiramisu. What else do you want?"

Hermione added a chicken and mushroom soup and ordered two cups of lemon tea. Suddenly the table was filled with delicious food.

Before the ball started, Tom and Hermione enjoyed the delicious food and chatted.

"There seems to be no record of Durmstrang Castle. We don't even know how many floors it has - do you think it could be the ship?" Hermione picked up an anchovy shrimp with a fork and started chatting. The most famous magic school in the world.

"Just ask one of the Durmstrang students. I don't think Karkaroff gave them a gag order - at least he can't control it that much." Tom picked up a bite of pizza and handed it to Hermione first. mouth, gesturing for her to taste it.

"Um...thank you! That's not necessarily true. I mean there is that kind of magic that makes it impossible for people to tell secrets..." Hermione took a bite of the pizza and said vaguely: "This pizza tastes good."

"Of course." Tom took back the pizza that Hermione took a bite of and ate it happily.

In front of the guest of honor table, Luna was telling Krum the story of the Snorlax, and Krum actually listened with interest.

Luna becoming his dance partner was a complete surprise.

That day, after Tom held a grand fireworks display, Krum instantly understood that there was no way he could invite Hermione as his dance partner. The boy named Yoder was already one step ahead of him. Krum didn't feel much jealousy towards Tom, he just regretted that he didn't get to know Hermione earlier.

It was strange that no one wanted to pursue such a good girl. He had already had a hunch.

But as a warrior, he needs a dance partner after all. This is the rule. So he walked into the castle and wanted to find the first girl he met as his dance partner. Habit drove him to walk to the library, and then he met Luna halfway, who was looking for the harassing fly.

Krum originally just wanted to find a show-off, but he didn't expect that what this girl said was quite interesting. It sounds absurd at first, but if you think about it carefully, the logic is actually self-consistent. So the two of them chatted more and more enthusiastically, talking very happily.

Fleur gradually stepped out of the shadow brought by Hermione. She looked at the decorations of Hogwarts with disdain, making it clear that they were far inferior to the Christmas decorations of Beauxbatons.

In view of Beauxbatons' wealth, what Fleur said is probably true. It's difficult to conquer Krypton!

Faced with Fleur's step-and-push behavior, Roger of course... agreed. At this time, he was completely controlled by Furong and played with by her.

But after seeing the mistletoe above his head, Roger suddenly remembered the legend, and his heart beat rapidly.

If he invites Fleur for a ceremonial kiss, will she refuse?

"So is that mistletoe?" he ventured, pointing to the ornament above his head.

Fleur understood his intention in the blink of an eye. She scratched her hair and said, "Who knows? Maybe it's basil—maybe it's mistletoe."

Roger's mood went up and down like a roller coaster.

Although it is winter, there is always a breath of spring in the auditorium. The teachers were no exception. Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim chatted very happily. Mrs. Maxim often burst into laughter because of Hagrid’s words. The opal decoration on her body shone under the candlelight.

After everyone had finished eating, Dumbledore stood up and moved the table to the corner, freeing up a large space. Then he created a stage and invited the Weird Sisters Music Group, who had been waiting for a long time, to the stage.

All the lanterns on the table were extinguished at once, leaving only hundreds of candles burning on the edge of the stage. The warriors performed the first dance of the night in a slow-paced song.

"Please." Tom bowed and stretched out a hand, formally inviting Hermione.

Hermione accepted with a smile, and the two of them floated onto the dance floor.

Hermione's hands had never been so soft, and she had never been so beautiful. Tom was so mesmerized that he felt like she was the only scene left in the world.

Tom's dancing skills were very poor, but fortunately Hermione knew better, so she took the initiative and controlled Tom to spin around on the dance floor.

The organ trembled and sounded the last note, and everyone stopped and applauded the Weird Sisters for their outstanding performance.

Tom breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to go back and sit down, a new, much faster tune was played.

"This music is very nice!" Hermione looked directly at Tom.

No one could refuse her, so Tom hugged Hermione and merged into the increasingly excited dance floor.

This time, the two of them were closer, almost touching each other.

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Two chapters in one of four thousand words!

Good night and sweet dreams~