Chapter 649: So let's start today's dance party!

Everyone filed in and walked into the auditorium along the entrance hall.

Because of the Christmas ball, the place was well decorated. You can see the sky full of stars when you look up. There are hundreds of mistletoe sprigs and garlands of ivy hanging on the ceiling, and the flags of the three major schools. Swaying in the air in the wind, the walls were covered with shiny silver frost.

More than a dozen Christmas trees are scattered in the auditorium. The colored lights above are matched with candles to illuminate the dim interior. The long tables of the four colleges have disappeared without a trace. Instead, lanterns are lit. table.

"Ivan, Harry, come to the main guest bench!" Professor McGonagall, who was sitting on the faculty bench, hurriedly greeted when they saw the two come in.

Ivan nodded and took Hermione onto the big red carpet.

For a time, the two became the focus of the entire auditorium, and everyone's eyes were on them.

Ivan is a warrior who defeated the fire dragon. He himself has a high reputation. There are countless admirers. Hermione beside him is also astonished to the extreme, making countless people feel ashamed. Only Fleur who is a mixed-blood veil is enough to be able to compete with her. compared to.

In the eyes of countless envy and jealousy, Ivan stepped onto the guest seat and sat in the exclusive position of the warriors. Hermione was not stage fright at all, just tightly holding Ivan's arm.

They arrived early, and the seats on the main guest table were not full.

Ivan and Moody and Bagman who had arrived earlier nodded and greeted them. After a while, Fleur and Krum also walked up with their dancing partners.

"Hi, Ivan!" Furong greeted Yifan enthusiastically. She also dressed up carefully, showing her charm to the fullest, and boys were peeking at her from time to time.

And Fleur's dancing partner is Roger Davis, a senior boy from Ravenclaw. Ivan has seen him on the Quidditch court. He is tall and strong.

Only now it seemed that he was fascinated by Furong. Seeing Furong talking with Ivan, his face was angry, but when I thought of Ivan's performance on the field, the whole person went down again.

Ivan was uninterested in Fleur, and was about to deal with it casually, when Hermione next to him said first.

"Hello, Miss Delacour!"

Ivan knew that the little witch would be really angry if he continued like this, so he restrained a little, but he still had to ask for the dessert on Hermione's plate.

Hermione was a little unhappy at first, but couldn't bear Ivan's continued staring, so she cut off a plate of dessert while not many people were looking here, and stuffed it into Ivan's mouth.

"Can't you eat it yourself?" Hermione said angrily.

"What's the point of that?" Ivan chewed on the dessert and said vaguely. He always felt that the meal Hermione sent over seemed a little sweeter than before, and looked at Hermione again.

"Don't think about it!" The little witch shook her head resolutely, as many people had seen it just now.

Seeing that Hermione was shy, Ivan had no choice but to wave his wand on his own, calling out some meals, and enjoying it.

At the same time, Ivan's eyes swept across the auditorium, and there were witches and witches talking and laughing with each other everywhere.

Harry and Ginny were sitting in the seats not far away. Without the interruption of Ron and others, their expressions became much more natural.

The professors on the main guest table put down their former seriousness and wore exquisite and luxurious robes and talked and laughed freely. Only Snape still looked like a bitter hatred, which was incompatible with the eager atmosphere of the entire auditorium The big Hagrid seemed to be radiating his second spring, and he was happy to say something to Maxim. The wide robes looked very tight when worn on his body, and people couldn't help but worry about whether the button on the neckline would suddenly collapse. Drop.

The whole dinner lasted for nearly half an hour, and when it was eight o'clock in the evening, Dumbledore stood up slowly, cleared his throat, and spoke.

"Well, guys, I think everyone is already full and full, right?"

Dumbledore looked around the entire auditorium, and seeing that there was no objection, he removed the plates and food scraps from the table, and then motioned everyone to stand up.

"Then let's start today's ball!" Dumbledore's loud voice recalled in the auditorium, holding his wand high in his left hand and waving it lightly.

All the tables and chairs in the auditorium seemed to have received some guidance, and they automatically flew to the wall and piled together, leaving a large open space in the middle. Then a towering stage rises from the ground out of thin air, with all kinds of exquisite music placed on it...

(PS: It's still three shifts today.)