The brightly lit dance hall is covered with flowers, and the huge blue crystal lamp hanging above it looks very dreamy, combined with the shining floor and the velvet blue curtains hanging low around the dance hall. The roof is filled with the illusion of the starry sky on the top of the Harry Tower Sensing Room and the Ravenclaw Public Lounge. Countless stars rotate in the dark night, and meteors flash by from time to time. The entire dance hall gives people a dreamy and blurred color.

The fairy band appeared on the performance stage and pulled out a clear and cheerful dance music.

The wizards began to wave their wands and aimed at Albert and Furong's heads in the middle of the dance floor. A large piece of silver stars fell on them, circling around their bodies that were tightly embracing each other.

Unlike the luncheon that was too particular but gave people a little depressing, the atmosphere is now cheerful, and many people applaud, and the balloons floating above people's heads exploded: the bird of paradise and the little golden bells flew out from it and floated in the air, so the noise of the audience added bird calls and bells.

Many male witches began to invite female companions to join the dance floor like the ocean, like countless intertwined shadow rainbows. The skirts of female guests fluttered and rotated, and the heels of male guests stepped on the smooth floor with a crisp sound. Phoenix Anka, standing on the relief, shook its bird's head and looked around. Unexpectedly, Alan seemed a little disappointed. It had not been dancing with the Phoenix Alan for several days. It had developed the idea of ​​"I, Anka, also want to be a great dancer" in the atmosphere of human music. Then, with a flame that seemed to burst out from sight, the phoenix began to flap its wings back and forth, and began to dance alone as the music enjoyed itself.

The ghosts also briefly danced a few dances over the dance floor of the living people, and then, led by Ms. Grey Helena, into the basement of their banquet venue.

Around the dance floor, there were trays, and white-clothed waiters in white with various wine and snacks, walking carefully and respectfully among the crowd, taking care of the guests in a comprehensive manner. Around the dance floor, some wizards who were keen on socializing did not participate in the dance floor. In this occasion where celebrities gathered, they held wine glasses to expand their connections and maintain their relationships.

In the small reception room on the second floor, the atmosphere was serious and solemn. Mr. McMillan walked out of it and let out a long sigh. He put down a little of the burden in his heart. Just now, although the answer he got was not what he wanted most, it at least ensured the safety of the McMillan family. Harris promised not to liquidate their family in the future. After graduation, his son Ernie could directly get a good position in the Magic Law Enforcement Division or the International Magic Cooperation Division. All McMillan needed to do was to no longer oppose Harris' educational reform plan.

After paying attention to McMillan going downstairs, he temporarily handed over the task of protecting the Muggle Prime Minister to others, took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, then looked up at Irving. Irving and Morgan LeFey were bringing the Granger and the Crivats who were Muggles together, along with some close wizards, and were surrounded by a group of people in the middle and chatted and greeted each other warmly.

Changyan and Irving's eyes collided. When he found that Irving nodded slightly to him, he looked a little impatient and socially exchanged greetings, and suggested: "Minister, it's rare that everyone has the time to get together, let's go and play cards."

"Vladimir, you're good at saying this, let's go." Grimson, with a red nose, came to his heart, and then subconsciously touched his hat and looked at the dance floor with a little frightened look. Then he exhaled a breath, "Ladies don't have to accompany us..."

"Vladimir?" Mr. Krivat's eyes were withdrawn from the dance floor and looked at the long-eyed expression of confusion in front of him who was the contact of the Prime Minister.

"Oh, sorry Flipe... Christopher Lee is just my pseudonym." Long-eyed smiled apologetically, "My real name is Vladimir Birdlowsky... You know that the Muggle World Britain is not too relieved to the Russians..."

"Ladies, since these gentlemen are going to leave us to play cards... Let's find some entertainment for ourselves..." Morgan Lefay enthusiastically invited, "Leave the dance floor to the young people, let's go to the garden to enjoy afternoon tea... I think there are so many outstanding ladies today that there must be endless stories, and the tea party will be very successful..."

The ladies responded more intensely than the men - after all, playing cards with their boss is not a good job, and as Muggles, Mr. Granger and Mr. Crivat were very worried about what magic would be used in the wizards' card game, which would make their Muggle identity a little embarrassed if they didn't make it right.

"So let's see you at dinner, my dear." Owen walked over and gave his wife a kiss, and greeted the two Muggle fathers enthusiastically, "It's very interesting, not difficult at all. You can get started with a few moves. Then we will teach the rules we don't know... Come on, let's chat while we are fighting."

Seeing that the other party agreed, Morgan LeFey, who was Allen's mother, breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at the living room upstairs quietly. Now Hermione and Penelo were pulled upstairs by Allen to meet the pure blood families. She and Irving could take their parents to carry out some entertainment activities without any scruples, without worrying that the other party noticed the messing things her son did.

Everything went smoothly, but unlike what Irving originally expected, as a conservative suppression, Mr. Granger learned quickly, but Penelo's father was always absent-minded. Irving noticed that the other party always turned his attention to the witch who was wearing a sun-colored robe and a marshmallow-like hair in a blue dance floor, and was Luna's father, Shanofilius Lovegood. This made Irving worry if he lost several times to the old man Grimson because of some exposure.

Under the influence of champagne, Shanofilius, who was already drunk, lost his image as a TV station director, and completely let go, he returned to his crazy crazy again. Like his daughter, he deliberately wore a bright yellow robe for the wedding, raised his hands high on the dance floor and danced around his head with his arms, just like trying to drive away mosquitoes.

Luna, dressed up next to him, was similar to her father's movements. The father and daughter closed their eyes intoxicatedly. As the music circled, the lights were reflected by their clothes so that it made people feel uncomfortable. The witch beside the Lovegood family was shaking to the point of dizziness and spitting out all the snails she had eaten before and was patted on the back by a female dance partner.

Mr. Krivat narrowed his eyes and grabbed his bearded man anxiously. The more he looked at this weirdo, the more familiar he felt. In the face of such crazy actions, he did not feel as unbearable as he had seen others as usual. Instead, he felt a sense of intimacy - but Mr. Krivat looked around for his memory, and he could not see the existence of this person in his memory.

Also anxious were Sirius and Tonks in front of the living room upstairs, sitting side by side in chairs.

Sirius looked up at the closed door of the living room from time to time, and looked down at the unmoved and disappointed: "We should have come here earlier."

"It's not easy to get rid of Remus..." Tonks sighed and leaned on the armrest. She was usually wearing leather boots and was a little uncomfortable with high heels. "And Daisy is looking for me too..."

"Sirius!" At this time, Harry's voice suddenly sounded, and the Gryffindor New Iron Triangle came out of the stairs panting.

"Harry? What happened?" Sirius asked in surprise.

"Silirius, what do you want to do with Tonks?!" Ginny pursed the strand of red curly hair that had just fallen on her temples because of running. She looked around carefully, and found that there was no one, then she stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

Sirius and Tonks looked stagnant. The things they were about to say to Allen were not suitable for Harry and the others to know that they needed to keep it confidential before the truth was revealed.

So Sirius said in a stiff and rough tone: "Ginny, this is not something you kids should care about. Go and dance downstairs with Harry, that's your stage."

Tonks also jumped up from the chair with his usual movements, but almost fell because he was not used to high heels. She put her hand on Ron and pushed him into a staggering and falling to the ground: "Ouch!"

Tonks forced a stern face. In order to maintain her decent appearance, she continued to sway her arms and make a false push: "Go quickly, go quickly, let's talk about anything later."

Harry was rudely driven down the stairs by Tonks and Sirius. When he turned around, the door of the living room had already opened. The two of them looked at each other and began to trot towards the reception room.

At the stairs, several heads suddenly appeared like mushrooms after the rain.

"They two have gone in! What does that room do?" Ginny asked in horror, and her mind was involuntarily wandering around the plots from the witch novels.

Harry, who was standing beside him, had his fists tightly pinched. He knew that he should tell Professor Lupin in this situation, but he was his godfather after all. If he had told him about the friendship between Sirius and Lupin, it would have been a failure... But if he didn't say it, it would be too unfair to Professor Lupin.

"The two of them even closed the door!" Ron added with his mouth wide open.
Chapter completed!