Chapter 650 Then Let’s Start Today’s Dance Party!

Everyone filed in and walked down the foyer into the auditorium.

Because of the Christmas ball, the place was well decorated. When you look up, you can see the sky full of stars. Hundreds of mistletoe sprigs and garlands of ivy hang diagonally from the ceiling. The flags of the three major schools Floating in the wind in mid-air, the walls were covered with shining silver frost.

More than a dozen Christmas trees were placed sporadically in the auditorium. The colored lights on them combined with the candlelight provided lighting for the dim room. The dean tables of the four universities disappeared without a trace, replaced by tables with lanterns lit. table.

"Ivan, Harry, come to the guest of honor seat!" Professor McGonagall, who was sitting at the teacher's seat, greeted the two people after they came in.

Ivan nodded and led Hermione up the bright red carpet.

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

Ivan is a warrior who defeated the fire dragon, and he has a very high reputation. He has countless admirers. Hermione next to him is also extremely stunning, making countless people feel ashamed. Only Fleur, who is a mixed-race Veela in the entire venue, can compete with her. compared to.

Amid countless envious and jealous eyes, Ivan stepped onto the guest seat and sat in the seat reserved for warriors. Hermione didn't show any stage fright at all, she just held Ivan's arm tightly.

They arrived quite early, and the seats at the guest table were not full.

Ivan and Moody and Bagman, who arrived first, nodded and said hello. After a while, Fleur and Krum also came up with their dance partners.

"Hi, Ivan!" Fleur greeted Ivan enthusiastically. She also dressed up carefully, showing her charm to the fullest. From time to time, boys around her were peeking at her.

The dance partner next to Fleur was Roger Davis, a senior boy from Ravenclaw. Ivan had seen him on the Quidditch pitch. He was tall and strong.

It's just that now it seems that he is fascinated by Furong. When he sees Furong talking to Ivan, a scowl appears on his face, but when he thinks of Ivan's performance on the field, he gets scared again.

Ivan was not interested in Fleur and was about to deal with it casually when Hermione beside him spoke first.

"Hello, Miss Delacour!"

Hermione stared at Fleur tit for tat, her words revealing deep alienation and hostility.

Ivan immediately shut his mouth and said nothing.

"Hello, Granger." Fleur chuckled a few times, then turned around and sat down in the exclusive seat of the Beauxbatons Warriors. Roger Davis also quickly followed. Compared to his dance partner, his movements were more Like a little follower.

Krum sat down in his seat without saying a word. Next to him was a Slytherin senior girl, who was quite pretty, and she was talking to him from time to time.

But Krum had no intention of responding and seemed absent-minded. His eyes looked at Hermione from time to time, showing a faint expression of surprise. When he invited Hermione to the ball before, he never expected that she would be so stunning.

Of course, Ivan also noticed Krum's gaze and was very dissatisfied, but he didn't feel comfortable doing anything in public.

The most important thing is that Ivan recalled that the content of the second game of the Triwizard Tournament was to rescue the hostages. Hermione would most likely be placed at the bottom of the lake as his most beloved treasure waiting for rescue.

But what if Krum arrives at the hostage rescue area first? Will he abandon the person he should save and insist on taking Hermione away?

Although this possibility is very low, it must be guarded against.

And how to ensure Hermione's safety at the bottom of the lake is also a problem.

It seems that I need to plan carefully for the second game...

"Leave him alone, Ivan! It's a dance now..." Hermione pulled Ivan's arm and said comfortingly. She noticed that there was something vaguely wrong in the way Ivan looked at Krum, and she was very worried about Ivan's presence. Take action at the venue.

"Okay, then I won't look at him anymore. What do you think?" Ivan turned his head jokingly, focusing on Hermione, looking at the girl's delicate face.

"You can watch it if you like!" Hermione blushed and deliberately turned her head away from him. Instead, she tapped the plate in front of her with her wand, called out some desserts, and ate them in small bites while playing with her knife and fork. stand up.

Ivan continued to stare motionless, and Hermione became a little restless. The blush on her face gradually spread to her neck, becoming more and more touching under the candlelight.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Hermione finally couldn't help but turned around and stared at him.

Ivan knew that the little witch would be really angry if this continued, so he restrained himself a little, but he still pushed forward and asked to eat the dessert on Hermione's plate.

Hermione was a little unhappy at first, but couldn't bear Ivan continuing to stare, so she cut off a piece of dessert on the plate when not many people were looking and stuffed it into Ivan's mouth.

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

"What's the point?" Ivan chewed the dessert in his mouth and said unclearly. He always felt that the meal Hermione sent would be sweeter than before, so he looked at Hermione again.

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

Seeing that Hermione was so shy, Ivan had no choice but to wave his wand, summon some meals, and start enjoying them.

At the same time, Ivan glanced at the entire auditorium, where there were male and female witches talking and laughing with each other.

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

The professors at the guest of honor table had all put aside their usual seriousness and were talking and laughing freely in their exquisite and luxurious ceremonial robes. Only Snape still looked bitter and resentful, which was incompatible with the eager atmosphere of the entire auditorium.

The big Hagrid seemed to have regained his second youth. He was talking happily to Maxim. The large ceremonial robe looked extremely tight on his body, making people worried whether the buttons on the collar would suddenly collapse. Lose.

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

"Okay, everyone, I think everyone has eaten and drank enough, right?"

Dumbledore looked around the entire auditorium. When he saw no one objected, he removed the plates and food remnants from the table, and then motioned for everyone to stand up.

"Then let's start today's dance!" Dumbledore's sonorous voice echoed in the auditorium. He raised his wand in his left hand and waved it slightly.

All the tables and chairs in the auditorium seemed to have been guided by something, and they automatically flew to the wall and stacked together, leaving a large open space in the middle. Then a towering stage rose from the ground out of thin air, with various exquisite musical instruments placed on it...

(PS: It’s still the third update today.)