The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Loren's senses seemed to be magnified by magic, and he could clearly feel the feedback from every inch of nerves.

Suck gently, and the slightly sweet taste of the light wine aroma is constantly exchanged and tasted between each other...

Loren hugged her tighter and tighter, almost rubbing her into his body, feeling that this delicate body gradually became limp, as if it was about to melt into a puddle of liquid, and the hands around his neck changed from stiff at the beginning to softness.

The song ended and the two slowly separated.

Loren looked at those rippling eyes and rested his chin on her forehead. He was extremely convinced that this was not the first time they kissed, and it would not be the last time, but even if it took a few decades, he would Will still remember this time.

"Hermione?"

"Um."

"Still dancing?"

"I want to rest for a while."

"Go back to your seat and have something to eat?"

Hermione shook her head, her ears trembling slightly: "Go outside and get some air."

"Listen to you."

Loren held her hand, left the dance floor, walked through the seats, and came to the courtyard. The cold wind blew in the outside air, which was cold and fresh.

The front door was open, and at the foot of the steps lay a rose garden, surrounded by low shrubs, ornately decorated winding paths, and huge stone statues. Fairy lights shimmered all over the garden.

Loren and Hermione were walking along the path and could hear the splashing sound of the magic fountain.

"I took out the biggest pumpkin in Hagrid's pumpkin patch and made a pumpkin carriage to pick you up." Loren squeezed her soft little hands.

Hermione smiled: "Winky told me that Professor McGonagall banned the pumpkin carriage from entering the castle."

"Damn it, there's no such thing in the school rules."

"Actually, there is. It is prohibited to bring large magical equipment into the campus without permission..."

Loren glared at her: "Which side are you on?"

Hermione didn't answer, she raised her face and smiled brightly, her eyebrows were curved, her slender and curled eyelashes trembled slightly, her fair face reflected the brilliance of the snowy moon.

Loren was stunned for a moment.

At this time, I happened to walk out of the trail, and there was a wide open space in front of me. The heavy snow that had fallen for several days finally stopped.

The crescent moon was in the sky, and clear bright silver was flowing on it, lengthening the shadows of the two people on the snow.

Loren murmured softly: "Between the moonlight and the snow..."

"What?"

"I also remembered a poem."

"Then read it."

"I say, Miss Hermione Granger, I like you."

Recite a poem, recite a hammer!

Loren lowered his head slightly and stared into her eyes. At this time, he could clearly see the light blooming in those eyes. He grabbed her hand and pulled it forward, hugging her into his arms again. He lowered his head slightly, and then again Captured her lips.

The wine is slightly sweet and has a light aroma. You can't help but indulge in it and you are already tipsy.

The shining fireflies light up the endless romance, and the wild roses and love grow freely.

…

Castle Auditorium.

"Ginny, shall we sit down?"

"But, Harry, this piece of music is very nice!"

"Then, let's have another dance."

"..."

"This one is the most popular right now!"

"..."

"This one is in praise of Gryffindor!"

"..."

Why do the men's steps in these fast-paced songs have so many more moves than the women's steps?

Harry wondered.

Others danced for a while and rested for a while. He was pestered by Ginny and danced more than a dozen times in a row. Now his hands and feet felt sore and weak, and he could hardly walk.

Harry leaned half of his body on Ginny and waved his hands with a tired look on his face: "No, even if this song is to praise Dumbledore, I have to take a rest now."

"Oh fine……"

Ginny said with pretense of regret, then pinched the corners of her mouth that were almost unable to hold back, and silently made up her mind to dance a dozen more dances.

The two exited the dance floor and walked towards the table where Ron and Lavender were sitting. On the way, they carefully avoided Hagrid and Ms. Maxim's waltz. They danced so unrestrainedly that people around them moved out of the way. To avoid being knocked off the dance floor.

Harry sat down next to Ron. Ginny and Lavender looked at each other and their eyes met. They quickly found a common topic and started chatting next to each other.

"How does it feel to have my sister as your dance partner?" Ron asked sinisterly, handing over a bottle of butterbeer.

Harry sighed: "Ginny is fine, but a little uncomfortable."

"Nonsense, you obviously danced happily!"

"..." Harry was silent for a moment, looked around, and then searched around the dance floor. He was a little confused, "Why don't you see Loren and Hermione? Where are they?"

"We've already gone out to play."

"Wise choice……"

Fleur Delacour, who was sitting not far away, withdrew her gaze and once again refused a boy's invitation to dance. She looked at Roger Davis next to her: "Sitting next to Harry Potter, the red-haired That’s Ron Weasley, right?”

"Yes, it's him."

"Tell me about him."

"My talents are mediocre and my grades are mediocre. I have been in the limelight at the year-end banquet before, but those were all my achievements following Harry Potter. There is nothing I can show off."

Roger Davis spread his hands and smiled: "I heard that he invited you to be his dance partner in the hall, right? There are many people like this, and they don't know how to look in the mirror and look at the freckles on his face. Look. Look at his old-fashioned dress, don’t pay attention to them.”

Fleur glanced at him lightly: "I would like to invite him to dance. Do you mind, Davis?"

"What?" Davis looked shocked.

Before he could say anything more, Fleur had already stood up and walked over. As the only female warrior and the most beautiful witch in the room, her every move attracted the attention of many people.

Harry and Ron did the same, watching blankly as she slowly approached.

"Merry Christmas, Harry, Ginny, thank you for taking care of Gabrielle for me." Fleur said softly.

Harry nodded cautiously: "Merry Christmas, Miss Delacour."

"You're welcome, Gabrielle and I are friends." Ginny replied solemnly, the vigilance mirror in her heart whistling.

Ron's face turned red, but he didn't dare to look directly at that beautiful face. The memory of that day was playing in his mind uncontrollably. Now he just wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in it. .

Fleur laughed: "Ron Weasley, I wanted to accept your invitation that day, but you ran away without waiting for my reply."

"Ah, uh, this..." Ron's pupils shook, and he was dumbfounded.

Is this a dream... No.

Wouldn't that be a loss to the Muggles?

"To thank you for taking care of Gabrielle, now, Ron Weasley, can I ask you to dance?" Fleur held out her right hand, which was flawless and white, as if it was glowing.

Ron put his hand up slightly tremblingly, holding the chair with his hand before he reluctantly stood up.

Fleur held back her hand and pulled him straight to the dance floor.

Facing the envious, jealous and hateful looks of the boys around him, Ron's hands and feet were trembling with excitement. He only had one thought now:

Long live Loren Morgan!