The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Maybe they should have wondered why Lockhart was idle?

Unlike the skeleton dance troupe invited by Dumbledore, Lockhart did not dance strange and humorous dance steps with those skeletons, but was more professional,

Coupled with that vampire dress, it is indeed more pleasing to the eye to a certain extent, so Lockhart watched his eyes refocus on his body, a little carried away, and swayed some fluorescent powder from time to time

While everyone was applauding the skeleton and Lockhart's dance, Cyrus and Hermione were immersed in another small world.

The candles on the table were originally emitting blue flames, but as Cyrus turned his fingertips, those blue flames changed into other colors and exploded continuously. Some sparks gathered or continued to explode under his guidance

A dining table for two is like a miniature firework show.

"Did you overthrow the home of some magical creature for this...?"

Hermione held up the beaded curtain brooch pinned to her collar, which shone abnormally blue in the light of the fireworks

"It's just a little ordinary mineral spar, I can get it later..."

"No need, diamonds are no different from ordinary stones to me." Hermione put down the brooch, and curiously touched the silky feel of the velvet

This dress looks very simple in appearance, even simpler than Pansy's lion cat dress in terms of pattern, and it doesn't have too many decorations, but it matches Hermione quite well.

Hermione wore a loose hood, chocolate eyes and a high-ranking temperament, so that Cyrus did not notice her approaching body

Arms wrapped around Cyrus' waist, and the voluminous robe also covered his legs, Hermione moved her head slightly closer,

“I love it except it's too long”

"Want to dance?" he invited

Terrible dancing session!Hermione, who has no dance skills, of course doesn't want to participate in this project. It would be too embarrassing if she accidentally stepped on someone else's foot.

The music changed from the funny maracas and saxophones at the beginning to the quiet and melodious violin. Hermione frowned slightly, her heart tensed instantly

"It can't be that someone can't dance?"

"Huh? I can't?! What do you think I'm practicing every day!" Hermione got up and took his wrist with one hand, "I hope you don't step on my foot"

They walked to the edge of the stage and waited until Lockhart, who was tired from dancing, went down and began to eat on his own, before the two went up with others.

Colin, surrounded by Mandy and other seniors, took a camera to take pictures of everyone,

The previous photos were for life, but now they are for ideals.

Cyrus, who took off the mask, gently held her hand, lingering around Hermione's fingertips, interlocking her fingers, Hermione stretched her arms apart, and the distance between the two became closer

It wasn't until dancing that Hermione realized that her clothes were loose enough to completely cover her clumsy feet, and the hem of the clothes would spread out like a butterfly when it turned

"When did you learn it?" she asked in a low voice, and the two slowed down to the sound of the music

"Maybe watching you practice, I will too..." Cyrus grabbed the girl's waist,

It was actually just what Padmé had taught him before, just some republican dances that she always said would come in handy one day.

"Is that so? I thought you learned it on purpose so that you could dance with the girl you like."

Hermione buried her head in Cyrus' neck, the heat flow slipped through the gap in the armor to the collarbone, Cyrus swallowed, and glanced at Wayne and Foster on the other side

Obviously, Hermione's attack was a little foul on him.

"But I'm dancing with the girl I like now..."

"Really~"

"Yes, and for sure"

Hermione pursed her lips, and looked at the cat that she had raised by herself by the candlelight. She flipped through the dictionary in her heart, but no words could describe her mood at this moment.

If I had to describe it, it would be like:

On the wall of an old house, countless vines and geckos spread on the wall, twisting each other tightly, entwining the stone wall and locking it step by step

And at the same time with a passion that can almost be described as the indulgence of youth

"And you? Didn't you learn to dance to dance with me?"

Cyrus poked his head and gently rubbed against her ear, Hermione came back to her head and put her head in front of his face,

she is so beautiful~

Hermione's interlocking fingers rubbed against the skin between his knuckles. The ambiguous atmosphere was so intense that their faces began to turn red.

"I'm just dancing with my cat, aren't you?"

"I can be if you want"

The exaggeration of the atmosphere made their noses touch each other, and Cyrus found that his heart rate was not normal tonight.

Mandy, Lisa and other single sisters could only sit next to each other, looking at the bustling crowd with juices in their hands, and the two who were close together, they uttered 'wow'.

The door of the auditorium was pushed open again, and this time it was Stitch, who came to the banquet after playing with Smaug just now,

"Pirate? Good decision!" George looked at Stitch's attire, his eyes lit up.

Stitch, wearing a pirate suit and holding a ukulele, jumped on the table and sneezed at the sound of the violin in disdain, and then began a violent rock

While frantically sweeping the ukulele, he also shuttled through the food room of the long table.

Back in the corner, Cyrus and Hermione were busy calming down, but had no time to care about it, so Stitch became the brightest one in the audience

I saw it kicked away the skeleton playing the violin, and stood in front of the drummer and began to perform selflessly. Stitch's violent music made the atmosphere gradually warm

"Isn't that our prank mascot?!" Fred gave George a butt butt

"I didn't expect it to have such abilities~" George took out a handful of glass marbles from his pocket and raised his eyebrows, "This explosive music is so cool, I like it"

Here's the babe they bought at the Bouncy Magic Joke Shop in Diagon Alley: Flierbar Fireworks

George and Weasley grabbed the marble and slammed it at Stitch on the table, making it surrounded by red and blue stars bouncing up and down on Stitch's sides.

Professor McGonagall stared at the Weasley twins, but was stopped by gray-robed Dumbledore just as he picked up the wand.

"It's a rare festival, let's forget about such a small disturbance, Minerva." Dumbledore looked at the lively scene cheerfully.

But McGonagall just glanced at him, and said forget it now, and leave it to her when it really gets serious...

If you have nothing to do, you can call Minerva, and if you have anything, you can call the vice principal, heh~

At this time, Lockhart on the teacher's table bulged his eyes, looked at the wizard below who was excited, and scratched his golden hair in some annoyance.

He doesn't understand, why?Why is a blue dog who can play the guitar more attractive than him,

'It's just a temporary...' he reassured himself, and then smiled again.

Hermione held the cup and sipped the juice, she was still a little dizzy, everything that happened tonight was in a delicate balance in her heart:

Expected, but not quite expected

She guessed what Cyrus would say, and also guessed that the ambiguous relationship between the two would gradually substantiate, but Hermione didn't expect it to be so...smooth?

For others, it may be a little nervous or relieved afterwards, but for her and Cyrus, it is a little smooth and dreaming.

He said it, she said it, no more

It's as if everything is taken for granted, and it will happen naturally.

And Cyrus is staring at the buttered bread on the plate, he is observing the gaps between the bread and the lines formed by the butter smearing, he seems to see the essence of the universe through the butter

Well, he's just avoiding emotions

Whenever Cyrus secretly peeked at Hermione, as long as the other party moved his eyes, he would immediately turn his eyes to the butter

This made Hermione chuckle, how could the angel's little tricks be hidden from her?Like him, Hermione's attention seemed to be watching Stitch, but she was actually taking a sneak peek at Cyrus.

Her hand imitated the walking of a villain, grabbed Cyrus' palm on his leg, and drew circles on his palm with her fingers in a mischievous manner.

Both Hermione and Cyrus didn't feel the difference, they just stepped over a due process, and it didn't affect their small movements in the slightest.

"Happy Halloween~" She filled Cyrus' hands with her own fruit candies

"Happy Halloween~ But if you give candy, I will still make trouble"

Cyrus put it into his pocket, and gently leaned against the girl's shoulder. Her breath was like an unsolvable poison, which deeply stimulated his sense of smell.

Hermione tilted her head, and the two groups huddled together in a dark corner

This is awesome.

At this time, Weasley's sister Ginny left.