Standing nearest the door were Fleur Delacour and Roger Davies, a male Ravenclaw student and member of their Quidditch team who knew by now Still dizzy, like he hasn't recovered from being hit by a pie falling from the sky.
He seemed to be in disbelief that he had such good luck, that he had been favored by Goddess of Fortune, that he could get a dance partner like Fleur, and he couldn't take his eyes off her.
Furong, on the other hand, showed a cold expression the whole time, and walked into the auditorium numbly, as if the boy beside her was a puppet without a soul.
"Hermien, you are so beautiful today!" Krum sincerely praised the girl in front of him, and at the same time marveled at his own eyesight. He did not expect that the girl he invited was so charming today. The messy brown hair was smooth and shiny, and was pulled into an elegant bun at the back of the head. She wore a gown of a flowing lavender-blue fabric, and somehow she had a different air—perhaps just by removing the twenty-odd thick books she usually slung around her. Bar.
"Thank you." Hermione politely responded to Krum's compliment.
The other Gryffindor students looked at the girl in front of them in shock.
"Hermione, you can hide really deeply." Fred looked at the girl in front of him in amazement, and was amazed.
"I might just have just happened to find a shampoo that suits me," Hermione said sheepishly.
"Weasley, come in quickly, don't dawdle!" Professor McGonagall's voice came from inside.
"It seems that I have to go, oh, I really look forward to what Ron will look like when he sees you." Fred said with a smirk on his face, and then followed George into the house.
After everyone took their seats in the auditorium, Professor McGonagall called the warriors and their dance partners to line up two by two, and followed her in. They filed in and walked towards the big round table where the referees sat at the front of the auditorium. The people in the auditorium applauded enthusiastically.
The walls of the Great Hall were covered with glittering silver frost, the ceiling was a starry night sky, and there were hundreds of garlands of mistletoe sprigs and ivy. Gone were the four house tables, replaced by a hundred small, lantern-lit tables, with a dozen people sitting at each table.
Ron was sitting at a small table, and when he saw Hermione approaching, his mouth immediately opened wide, and then he seemed to be controlled by the petrification spell, maintaining such a rigid posture.
It took the Weasley brothers quite a while not to laugh, it was so much fun watching their brother's expression.
After a while, Ron cursed in a low voice: "Look, our classmates for so many years have never seen her well-groomed, and now that the big Quidditch star comes, her messy hair It's straightened out!"
"It seems that everyone is here." Dumbledore at the guest-of-honor table said with a smile, looking very energetic, Mr. Karkaroff, the headmaster of Durmstrang, was very pale and looked a little weak, his eyes From time to time, he showed fear, and when he saw Krum and Hermione standing together, his face became even darker.
Madam Maxim frowned, and stared at Malfoy and Luna in front of her with some scrutiny. She wanted to see which girl Malfoy actually rejected her lover for.
Ludo Bagman sat on a side seat, clapping his palms enthusiastically. It can be guessed that in the first project, he made a lot of money again.
It is worth mentioning that Mr. Crouch did not show up. Sitting on the side was Percy from the Weasley family. It was said that he was sick and let him replace Mr. Crouch.
There was no food yet on the shiny golden plates, but a small menu was set in front of everyone, but there was no waiter in charge of serving, and Dumbledore quickly showed everyone the correct usage.
"Pork chops." Dumbledore said clearly after carefully reading the menu.
The pork chops came out right away. The others at the table suddenly realized that they followed suit and ordered their favorite food on the plate.
"Gordigan tea!" Luna whispered to the plate without looking at the menu at all, and then a cup of steaming green tea appeared in front of her.
"Oh, I thought I could order anything." Luna sighed in disappointment, the tea in front of her couldn't whet her appetite at all.
"Your father made it himself, right? How could the house elves here satisfy your request?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows a little bit dumbfounded, but said on the face: "Try other things, theirs The workmanship is pretty good.”
"Steamed Horned Snork!" Luna said in a daze, as if she didn't hear Malfoy's suggestion.
"Well, it seems to be true." At this moment, Luna rested her chin on her hands, looked at the empty plate, and truly believed that she could not order food other than the menu.
At least there were similar substitutes for the first tea, but the food for the second time was completely beyond the understanding of the house elves, so it didn't appear at all.
After realizing the reality, Luna randomly ordered a few ordinary foods, and Malfoy also ordered some. The students in the snow exhausted their physical strength, and it was not easy for him to consume his brainpower in the library. Errands also need to replenish some energy.
Fleur and her male companion seemed to be having a good conversation, but after she scanned the table between Malfoy and Luna, she found that the boy had no intention of looking at her at all, so she immediately shut up. Having said that, the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly cooled down. The poor Ravenclaw boy thought he had done something wrong and stammered to make amends, looking miserable, as if he had fallen from heaven to hell.
"Would you mind teaching me to dance later? I don't know how to do it at all." Luna swallowed a piece of buttered bread, letting the oil stain remain at the corner of her mouth, and asked Malfoy.
"Actually, I don't know much about it." Malfoy said with a smile, except that when Lucius forced him to hire a few etiquette teachers for him when he was young, he learned some perfunctorily, and he didn't know anything about it. What interests, not good at.
After eating everything, Dumbledore stood up and asked the students to stand up too. Then with a flick of his wand, some of the tables were whizzed up to the walls, leaving an open space in between. He conjured up a high stage, which was attached to the right wall, on which there was a drum kit, several guitars, a lute (harp), a cello and several organs.
"Would you like to try?" Malfoy got up at this moment, then bowed slightly, stretched out one hand to invite Luna, and pointed to the temporarily empty dance floor with the other hand.