Before the dance officially begins, there is naturally a dinner party.

The warriors of the four schools and their dance partners were arranged to the same table as the principal and the two directors of the Ministry of Magic.

The mode of ordering at this dinner is different. Everyone has a menu around them. As long as you read the name of the dish to the menu, the corresponding food will automatically appear on the plate in front of him.

After the dinner began, the Warriors and their dance partners were chatting, and for some reason, Demstrong's principal Kakarov developed a strong interest in Lynn after the first game.

"I have such a high understanding of Transformation, why I haven't heard your name before I came here."

Lynn was whispering to Hermione, not wanting to pay attention to him, so he said perfunctorily.

"I'm just an ordinary student, and it's normal for Mr. Kakarov to not know me."

Dumbledore took Lynn's words and said with a smile.

"You should have heard of Lynn's name Kakarov. Two years ago, European newspapers had a news article about the youngest winner of the Order of Merlin's badge, and it was Lynn."

Kakarov thought for a moment, but Mrs. Maxim, who was beside her, began to think about it first.

"It's the student who defeated the basil monster in the Slytherin chamber? No wonder."

After hearing the principals' chat, several other warriors looked at each other. They didn't know that Lynn had obtained the badge of Sir Merlin.

Speaking of this, Lynn also narrowed his eyes. He cut the steak from his plate and looked at Piqueli, who had not spoken much at the beginning of the dinner.

"Not only the basilisk, but also the ghost named Fontanado who came to Hogwarts to make trouble. I wonder if Ms. Piqueli is familiar with this name?"

Everyone on the table could hear what he seemed to be hinting at, but no one except Dumbledore understood what the deep meaning of his question was?

Piqueli shook his head with a plain face.

"There is a family of Fontana wizards in the American magic world. I have never heard of a ghost named Fontana, and I will come to Hogwarts to make trouble."

She remained unchanged from beginning to end during her speech, making people unable to see any special thing. She was obviously a veteran who talked lies with her eyes open.

Lynn chuckled, and did not continue to be aggressive.

Soon, everyone finished their food and the dinner ended, which meant that the dance party was about to begin.

Dumbledore stood up and asked his classmates to stand up too. Then he waved his wand and flew some tables to the wall, leaving a clearing in the middle.

He formed a high stage again, and attached it to the base of the right wall, with a set of drums, a few guitars, a poem guitar, a cello and a few organs on it.

Then the famous quirky sister group of the magic world walked onto the stage, and the audience burst into thunderous applause. Their body hair was particularly thick and they were wearing black robes that were deliberately torn to pieces.

Hermione's face looked a little surprised, and she leaned into Lynn's ear and said.

“I always thought that the members of the weird sister group were all women.”

Lynn shrugged: "This is called rebellious. They are a group of rough men, but they take feminine names. Their clothes are contrary to tradition. Most of the songs they sing are non-mainstream. They are considered new wizards in the magic world."

At this time, the lanterns on other tables were extinguished. Lynn stood up with Hermione's hand, and the other warriors also held their dance partners' hands and came to the center of the dance floor.

The quirky sisters played a slow, sad music, and 4 pairs of warriors and their partners, and as the music sounded, they began their own dance.

Lynn held Hermione's waist with one hand and held her fingers with the other. In the middle of the auditorium, following the music, changing his pace gracefully and briskly.

At the beginning of the dance, they caught everyone's attention.

They have never practiced together, but they cooperated extremely harmoniously, like a heart-to-heart relationship. Every pace, every turn, and every shift are like a match made by heaven.

The girls at Hogwarts were all staring blankly, and the remaining three teams of warriors seemed to have become their green leaves.

No one was jealous of Hermione anymore, because they were together like a natural couple at this time.

"When did you learn to dance?"

Hermione and Lynn were very close, so even though he spoke very quietly, Hermione still heard it clearly.

Her white and tender face turned intoxicating redness, her mouth kept curling, and her eyes seemed to have a shiny light.

"My mother taught me when she was a child. She said girls always have to know how to dance, otherwise when the boy she likes invites her to the dance, she will not be able to agree."

"Then I have to thank Mrs. Granger. If she hadn't taught you how to dance, I wouldn't have invited such a beautiful dance partner tonight."

"Oil cavity smooth."

At this time, the other students also entered the dance floor. Lynn and the others passed by Cedric. Cedric happily squeezed his eyes when he looked at him.

And when she was passing by Furong, she looked at Lin En, still proudly snorting.

Hermione also heard Furong's humming. She pouted, holding Lynn's hand tighter, and then asked in a low voice.

"I haven't asked yet, what happened to Furong and you? Why did she invite you to be her dance partner?"

Lynn said inexplicably.

"I don't know either. She and I had a communication before Game 1, and the communication process was not very pleasant."

"Hmph, this is just your saying in front of me. Who knows what you and her secretly talked about behind the scenes?"

"Hey, hey, why are you jealous? Now I am just dancing in front of everyone, holding your hand?"

Hermione said quietly.

"They only know that I am your dance partner now, and they don't know that I am your girlfriend."

Lynn blinked when he heard Hermione's words, and suddenly stopped his dance.

"It seems that what you said is, and I really need to prove that you are my girlfriend."

Hermione turned her head and looked at the mistletoe twigs and wreaths of ivy hanging on the walls of the auditorium, and asked as if nothing had happened.

"So how do you plan to prove it?"

Lynn did not speak, but reached out to straighten Hermione's face, then wrapped her hands around her slender waist in the middle of the dance floor, staring at her brightly.

He looked at Hermione's slightly trembling eyelashes and slowly lowered his head.

The two of them were getting closer and closer, and they could even feel each other's breathing, and finally their lips were gently pressed together!
Chapter completed!