Chapter 298 Warriors Enter
The door of the auditorium opened on time at 8 o'clock, and the students crowded in the lobby with their dance partners. The comfortable partners chatted with each other, while the uncomfortable partners said stiff words of praise to each other, and glanced around more often, hoping that an acquaintance could save them from embarrassment.
After all, a school with so many people is not made up of lovers who like each other. Most people want to find a dance partner so as not to be alone. It would be too embarrassing to be alone.
And Ron, unfortunately, was one of the few people who was alone tonight.
At 7:30, when Harry was wearing his black suit in the dormitory, Ron, who was wearing the floral dress his mother had chosen, sighed and complained to him, "We are good brothers, but you quietly became a dance partner with White. Now you are recognized as the most beautiful girl in Ravenclaw."
"How can you say it quietly?" Harry looked in the mirror at that time, his face not very excited, his mind still thinking about the truth of Cynthia's amnesia, he retorted, "I invited you to practice dancing with me and Cynthia, Ron, can't you hear that it means dance partner?"
"She has such a strange personality, you must explain it more clearly!" Ron said rather unreasonably, and he desperately cut the pleats and lace on the flowered robe, trying his best to make his clothes look less like a pair of old-fashioned middle-aged ladies' pajamas.
Seeing his pitiful look, Harry let him off with words. After saying hello, he went to Ravenclaw to pick up his dance partner. Ron then sent Seamus, Dean and Neville away one after another. He dithered until he could no longer go to the hall. Unfortunately, he still didn't manage his time well and still had to wait for the hall to open.
There were couples everywhere around him, and Ron awkwardly found a spot against the wall to stand, with his head lowered as if trying to cover up his ears and stealing a bell. It seemed that if he didn't look at others, others wouldn't be able to see him either. This shame reached its peak when Ron saw Crabbe and Goyle, who also didn't have partners.
He actually fell to the same level as those two idiots!
Ron felt that this was simply a form of execution. However, his good brother, Harry, who had the good fortune to date the most beautiful girl in Ravenclaw, pressed down the knife that was going to execute him.
"Hey, Ron," Harry, who didn't know how to communicate with Cynthia, greeted Ron as if he had seen his savior, "There you are!"
"..." Ron looked up at his good brother whom he wanted to give a wand to at the moment, his whole neck was shaking, this subtle feeling of shame and anger reached its peak when he saw Cynthia in a gorgeous red strapless dress behind Harry.
Red can give people a visual impact at any time, let alone such a large area of bright red. In addition to the eye-catching color, Cynthia's dress also has multiple layers of ruffles and exquisite embroidery, and the unusually wide skirt also increases its eye-catchingness.
Cynthia, with her bright eyes and white teeth, looked even more beautiful in this dress, and almost everyone's eyes had to be cast on her several times.
It's so beautiful! Harry is so lucky!
At this moment, Ron had completely forgotten what happened in the Shrieking Shack half a year ago. He was simply jealous of his good brother's good fortune.
"Ron?" Harry called out again after getting no response for a long time, only to receive a condemning glare from Ron. Before he could ask further questions, there was another commotion. Harry turned around subconsciously and saw Della walking with Draco. The students crowded in the hall made way for the two of them.
It was an ordinary road to a ball, but Della walked it like it was the coronation road of a queen, glorious and lonely.
Harry looked at the classmates who avoided the area out of fear and felt sorry for Della. Ron next to him muttered, "Look at how smug that bitter person is. Sigh, when will Della wake up from the drug that Malfoy has given her?"
"Yes... uh..." Harry, who habitually agreed, thought about the scene of Draco walking away from Della, and found that Della had become a completely different person at that time, and he was suddenly speechless.
The door to the Great Hall had not yet opened, and Ron's shame had not yet ended, but the warriors were summoned, and Professor McGonagall's voice rang out, "Warriors, please come over here!"
So Harry also felt the feeling of his classmates making way for him, and he and Cynthia walked over. The chatter along the way seemed to be all about admiration for Cynthia's beauty.
"How boring! They always say these things, why do they have to say them so many times?" Cynthia whispered to him quietly, "Once, twice, three times is fine, but the fourth and fifth times should make them impatient."
Harry shuddered, remembering that when he first met Cynthia today, he also politely praised her for being beautiful. Then he comforted himself, because this was the first time he praised Cynthia for being beautiful, and it should be within her tolerance range.
Before the opening dance, Harry finally squeezed out a little space in his mind to be nervous while thinking about Cynthia's current situation. He was afraid of being embarrassed by his poor performance in the dance, and he was even more afraid of making Cynthia unhappy and leaving him and bringing shame.
However, the tension that had just risen up was soon driven away by shock. When Harry saw Hermione, who was wearing a flowing light purple blue-light fabric robe and had an elegant bun, and who didn't look like Hermione at all, appear with Krum on her arm, his mouth opened in surprise.
Dmitry's dance partner was also amazing. She was Natasha, the little girl who was not even as tall as Dmitry's legs. This also made Dmitry's style the most different among the five couples. There was no nervousness in his eyes, only a kindness that was not in line with his age, like a father taking his children out to play.
In comparison, Fleur Delacour, the stunningly beautiful half-Veela in a silver-grey satin robe, caused Harry the least emotional fluctuations, although he almost jumped out of the stands for the Veela when watching the Quidditch World Cup.
Harry walked into the Great Hall where he had come every day during his four years of school. He was dazzled by the walls covered with silver frost. He marveled at the hundreds of mistletoe branches and ivy wreaths on the walls. When his eyes finally let go of the walls he had worked so hard to decorate, he discovered that the four long tables were gone, replaced by countless small tables with lanterns.
The warriors followed McGonagall to the guest of honor seat. Dumbledore smiled happily, and Madame Maxime raised her wine glass to them gracefully. Karkaroff's expression was a little ugly when he saw Krum and Hermione together, but Harry clearly saw that Karkaroff's eyes turned into a deliberate false friendliness after passing through Della.
Hmm? Where's the principal of Kodosdoriz?
Just as Harry was thinking of Mikhail, Mikhail arrived late with his dance partner Sadolin, looking apologetic, with two children hanging on his shoulders. "Sorry, I really couldn't refuse them, so I brought them along. Don't worry, they will sit on my lap, and I won't let them disturb others."
Except for Dmitri, all the students in Kodosdoriz are little kids. Normally they are a group of well-behaved children. The classmates all like these foreign children. Maybe the occasion today is too exciting, so it is normal for children to behave a little bit out of line.
The adults did not bother with the childish children. Instead, they took good care of them. Harry continued to observe the people at the table. Ludo Bagman, who was wearing a bright purple robe, was clapping enthusiastically. The former female headmaster, Aryan Lind, smiled at them gently and kindly. Mr. Crouch was serious... Mr. Crouch was not there, but Percy Weasley was.
Harry was a little surprised, and then he saw Percy pulling out the chair beside him and looking at him with sharp eyes. Harry understood and took Cynthia to sit next to Percy.
"I've been promoted! I'm Mr. Crouch's personal assistant now! I'm here on his behalf!"
Percy's smug voice reached Harry's ears before he completely sat down on the stool, and looking at his smug look, Harry immediately regretted his decision to sit here. He listened to Percy's endless description of Mr. Crouch's physical condition and his secret boasting about his own abilities, and felt that he might fall into the hell of the thickness of the crucible that Percy often talked about during the summer vacation at any time.
"Hush!" Cynthia on the other side of him suddenly raised a finger to Percy to make a silencing gesture. Harry's ears immediately became quiet. He heard his partner say in a gentle and unkind voice, "You noisy society person disturbed me from watching the lovely children."
"Uh...ah? You--" Percy was a little at a loss for what to do after being interrupted, but Cynthia interrupted him mercilessly with another "hush". In the end, Percy could only blush and pretend to pick up the menu in front of him.
Harry tried his best to suppress the laughter that was rising in his throat, the corners of his mouth moving up and down, and he secretly gave Cynthia a thumbs up.