Teenage years are a wonderful time.

Mag looked at them, and her own appearance when she was fifteen or sixteen years old seemed to be reflected in her eyes.

She was most pleased with the change in Harry.

Wearing a formal suit, with his hair combed smoothly and looking gentle and refined, he looked like the best student at Hogwarts. His previous appearance made her feel that Harry was more like an excellent knight, and it would not be out of place to put him together with the armor decorations in the castle.

So did Hermione.

She looks cute, but doesn’t like to dress up. We are really the same type of people.

Snape was standing in the corner. He couldn't see Harry's face. He was looking at him from behind and to the right with gentle eyes. He looked at the person next to Harry, and a figure of fifteen or sixteen years old was reflected in his eyes.

The other students walked into the auditorium led by their professors.

Unlike in the past, there were no longer four long tables in the hall, but round tables. After all the students were seated, Professor McGonagall walked in with the three warriors and their dance partners.

Under everyone's gaze.

They stepped onto the red carpet and walked slowly, to the tune sung by the Sorting Hat.

George and Fred, holding their female companions' arms, leaned their heads forward, eager to try. They really wanted to hum that extremely famous piano piece at this moment.

But I dare not.

This would definitely get Harry and Hermione hanging and whipping him.

They walked to the end of the auditorium, where there was a larger round table where the judges and professors sat around it. There were six empty seats in the most conspicuous position, obviously reserved for them.

"Warriors, please take a seat." McGonagall walked to Dumbledore's side, where her seat was.

Harry took the lead and took Hermione's hand and sat down in the seat farthest from Karkaroff. Fleur lamented that her high heels made it harder for her to move around as easily as Harry's, so she had to leave her dance partner behind and take the third farthest seat.

Karkaroff wasn't having a good night.

Even Fawkes gave him a claw when they met, burning the sleeve of his dress - the repair spell couldn't fix it, and he could only use Transfiguration to barely piece together half of it.

And the smell of poultry feces on his body has not dissipated yet.

Even if he kept waving his wand at himself and chanting "clean up", he could only remove the filth that was in the way. He didn't know how Crookshanks and Hedwig did it.

Everyone at the table disliked him.

The little lions have even started spreading the rumor that "Karkaroff likes to sleep in the chicken coop."

Dumbledore stood up and talked a lot of nonsense. He was particularly nostalgic for his youth tonight, and it took him longer than usual to announce the start of dinner.

The Hufflepuffs and Ron couldn't wait any longer, but the table was empty and no food appeared. Only a small golden menu suddenly appeared and was placed next to the little wizards.

Dumbledore picked up the menu and thought carefully for a while before preparing to speak.

Mag interrupted him ruthlessly: "Please don't mention the cockroach pile. Don't let such a thing ruin the mood at the Christmas ball."

Dumbledore sighed, thought for a while, and then reluctantly said a word: "Pork chop."

A steaming fried pork chop immediately appeared on his plate.

This made the Hufflepuffs and Ron's eyes light up.

You can order food tonight and no longer have to look for what you want to eat among the food on the table!

The auditorium suddenly became lively.

"Harry, you look great tonight," Dumbledore said, praising him. "You should have done this earlier."

Mag nodded in agreement.

"Too much trouble." Harry said expressionlessly, ordering himself a mediocre steak, "I wasted more than an hour today, just for this."

"Even if it doesn't have to be so formal," Furong interrupted, "Can you at least dress up on ordinary days?"

"You both are, especially Miss Granger. I have to admit that you are indeed beautiful."

Harry shook his head. "Not suitable for fighting. I feel like my clothes will tear if I tumble over, and I can't even resist a single spell."

Fleur was startled, and Krum also looked over with surprise in his eyes.

Why would you consider fighting?

This is at school.

McGonagall looked a little uncomfortable. She coughed lightly and said, "Hogwarts is very safe. Mr. Potter just feels a little insecure."

Harry nodded: "Professor McGonagall is right."

Karkaroff pouted and Maxim grinned.

The meal was relaxing, and after a few glasses of gin, the four young people chatted happily - Fleur and Krum's dancing partner were almost invisible, and they seemed a little out of place at this table.

Krum introduced Durmstrang to them, and Fleur also introduced Beauxbatons.

As they were talking, the two of them started arguing, both thinking that their own school was better.

Dumbledore was telling jokes to the professors, the kind that people joke about. Hermione finally realized what Dumbledore wanted to say that day. She glared at the disrespectful headmaster and then looked at Harry. He was the better one, he was serious and wouldn't talk nonsense.

The dinner ended with the Hufflepuffs exclaiming in amazement.

Dumbledore asked the students to stand up, and with a wave of his wand, the tables immediately became decorations on the dance floor.

The teacher's seat was raised and turned into a stage, and the wizards' most famous band, Weird Sisters, came on stage - although the eight members of this band were all male, and unlike the band's name, their performance style was very quiet.

The dance music is quiet, flowing out like a stream.

Harry held out his hand to Hermione, who shyly placed it in his.

The two of them walked onto the dance floor.

Krum and Fleur seemed to react and politely called their dance partners to join them on the dance floor.

The skill of dancing is outside of Harry and Hermione's skill trees.

Even though they had been instructed several times by Professor McGonagall during this period, they were still very unfamiliar with the dance. Hermione was still wearing high heels and a dress that looked a bit cumbersome. They hugged each other and danced unsteadily, not as naturally as the other two warriors.

But almost everyone's eyes were on them.

Fleur and Krum were too polite. They danced just right with their partners, and one could even see that they were a little reluctant.

Only this pair of them, even though they are young and immature, seem to become one in the dance music. They enjoy this time and also enjoy this clumsiness.

Wait for the dance to end.

Hermione complained slightly, but her face was full of smiles: "Harry, I'm so bad. I stepped on you several times."

"Luckily it was the upper, not the heel." Harry nodded.

Hermione pounded his chest gently. "The heels aren't the long, thin ones. I can't walk in them."

Ron came over excitedly, but stopped halfway, retracted his steps, waited for the second dance to start, and danced with Lavender.

Until the third song is finished.

Hermione was so tired that she felt weak. With the help of Harry, she sat down aside.

Ron hesitated, then walked over and sat down with Lavender.

"You danced so well." Lavender praised excitedly before Ron even opened his mouth.

Hermione smiled faintly and shook her head: "We are very clumsy."

"That's the feeling." Lavender shook her head, her eyes sparkling. "Professor Trelawney predicted that you two were a perfect match, and it turned out to be true."

Ron couldn't help but said, "I don't think anyone would fail to notice."

"But Professor Trelawney had already made a prediction." Lavender turned around and looked at Ron.

Ron shook his head: "We only started Divination class in our third year."

Lavender looked back blankly, looking at Harry and Hermione in confusion. Before the third year, they were like this?

Fleur was still unwilling to give up. Seeing Hermione sitting down, she came over to invite Harry, but was decisively rejected.

Other witches and wizards came one after another. Most of them wanted to invite Harry, and a few who had escaped wanted to invite Hermione.

Ron hadn't even been able to talk to them properly.

Harry leaned his head close to Hermione's ear and asked, "How was your break?"

"Not bad." Hermione blushed, nodded slightly, and secretly moved her head closer, "Want to go out for a walk?"

Harry nodded, took out his wand, and tapped it on Hermione's shoe.

High heels instantly turn into comfortable flat shoes.

They walked out of the hall hand in hand, and Ron tried to follow, but was dragged back to the dance floor by Lavender.

George and Fred also tried to persuade their younger brother earnestly.

The courtyard outside the auditorium has also been transformed. Roses bloom in the garden against the season, sparkling with a faint star-like luster. Clusters of low bushes have the texture of oil paintings.

"Professor Sprout's magic?" Hermione moved closer curiously, and a bunch of light purple roses immediately bloomed for her.

"Fairy Rose." Harry nodded. "The professor named it that. It's a very strong plant, and it blooms in different colors depending on the owner's attire."

He walked over too.

A bunch of flower buds swayed, as if in a dilemma. After a while, a small half of them opened into golden red, a small half opened into emerald color, and the rest all opened into amber.

"It's amazing." Hermione's eyes sparkled.

Harry pulled a small pocket out of the Sorting Hat and covered her eyes with it.

"What is this?" Hermione turned around and looked at him in confusion.

"Fairy rose seeds." Harry smiled and said, "Professor Sprout gave it to me. I've never raised it before. Maybe we can try to raise it together from now on."

"Of course." Hermione agreed crisply.

They continued down the path.

Harry suddenly stopped.

Hermione crashed into his arms.

"Anyone?" Hermione lowered her voice.

Harry nodded, took out the Invisibility Cloak and put it on, "Professor Snape and Karkaroff."

Hermione was stunned, remembering the information Rita brought not long ago.

Snape used to be a Death Eater, and so was Karkaroff. What was the plan for them to get together now?

They crept over quietly.

"Severus, why are you still so relaxed!" When they approached, Karkaroff's gritted teeth and somewhat anxious roar came into his ears, "I have invited you several times, why do you always refuse?"

Snape's tone was cold: "Meeting the person who reported me? Mr. Karkaroff, I am not that magnanimous."

"It was just self-preservation, and I know full well that you'll be fine." Karkaroff's tone softened.

Snape sneered: "Clear? Did you know then that Dumbledore would save me because of my identity as a potions master?"

Karkaroff turned his head away awkwardly: "None of this matters now, Severus. I don't know why you can still be so confident and pretend that nothing happened, but you can't ignore it. It has become more and more obvious in the past few months since the Quidditch World Cup..."

Snape's face changed: "It?"

"That man's mark," Karkaroff lowered his voice. "You don't have any..."

As they were talking, they turned a corner.

Snape stopped, raised his wand and waved it towards a place not far away.

The rose bushes parted, revealing two white figures.

"Fawcett! And Stebbins!" Snape's tone was terribly cold. "This is Hogwarts, put on your clothes and go back to the castle!"

"And, ten points deducted from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff!"

Holding their scattered clothes, they fled in panic into the darkness.

Hermione blushed and she hugged Harry's arms tighter.

Karkaroff took a deep breath, his face pale, his voice trembling: "Did they hear it?"

"Not everyone is Potter." Snape turned around casually and spoke meaningfully.