Harry Potter: The Party of the Orient at Hogwarts

The atmosphere in the auditorium was still hot, and it was not affected in any way by the departure of individual people.

"It's so lively, Remus, let's go and sway with the young people." Sirius took Lupin's arm and was eager to give it a try.

"Wait, Sirius, do you have a dance partner?" Lupine quickly grabbed his arm.

"Remus, aren't you willing to dance with me?" Sirius straightened his suit and tie.

Dumbledore specifically allowed him and Lupin, two people from outside the school, to attend the dance.

Today he was dressed particularly coquettishly. His slightly long hair was tied back with a rubber band. He wore a black sleeveless suit over a white shirt. His perfect muscle lines were faintly revealed under the thin shirt fabric. Plus, he That handsome face reveals a wild and flamboyant beauty.

Many girls are even looking at him secretly.

Lupine is relatively ordinary. He just put on a new beige suit. His life is no longer tight.

"I refuse, Sirius. I didn't see two grown men dancing together." Lupine calmly took a step back and distanced himself from Sirius.

"Remus, you are really..." Sirius complained to Lupine, but he saw an acquaintance not far behind Lupine, "Look, isn't this our Severus?"

Snape was still wearing his black robes, and he didn't know if his hair had been washed or styled, and he stood there with a gloomy look on his face.

People's joys and sorrows are not connected, he only feels noisy.

Sirius picked up a goblet on the table, filled it with red wine, and walked towards Snape.

"Oh, Severus, don't you have a dance partner?" He gently rotated his wrist and shook the wine glass, his eyes contemptuous and arrogant, "Why are you all dancing, and you are all alone here? They refused to take you. Play?"

Snape frowned and showed disgust: "Don't call me that, it's disgusting."

Sirius took an elegant sip of red wine: "The black robe and greasy hair are almost the same as when I was a child. The little bat has grown into an old bat. Be honest, Severus, how many days have you not washed your hair?" ?”

"It seems that even after all these years in Azkaban, the dementors have not been able to remove the splendens from your mind. You are simply stupider than a troll." Snape's mouth was also panicked.

Lu Ping saw the two of them at war with each other, and hurriedly came over, but don't start fighting here.

"Oh, okay, stop bickering like children, Sirius, Severus, we should enjoy this party."

Snape glanced at Lupine but said nothing. The two people disgusted him equally. He turned around and strode out of the auditorium, the long black robes rustling behind him.

He felt that today was really unlucky.

"Why did you provoke him, Sirius?" Lupine looked at Sirius helplessly.

"Seeing that he was unhappy, I just wanted to scold him." Sirius had a wanton and arrogant smile on his face, just like when they were young.

"Don't keep fighting with him, Sirius. He has had a hard time these years." Lupine looked at the dance floor, "Professor Dumbledore is still a pretty good dancer."

Sirius followed his gaze and looked over: "It's a good twist. I heard Newt said, this is called being old and pretty."

In the middle of the dance floor, Dumbledore was spinning with McGonagall in his arms.

"Minerva, relax, don't be so stiff," Dumbledore whispered.

Mag relaxed a little, but looked to the side.

Hagrid on the side was holding Madame Maxime with an intoxicated look on her face, and the two giant objects were spinning on the dance floor like large tops.

She wanted to laugh a little.

"Hagrid and Madame Maxime are a bit funny, but they have always been so annoying. I hope Hagrid won't cry when the Triwizard Tournament is over." Dumbledore followed her gaze and saw the two A giant.

McGonagall didn't speak, just looked at the hollow pendant around Dumbledore's neck that had lost its light and smiled.

Dumbledore put his hand gently on the back of her waist, held her hand and led her to sway on the dance floor.

He was already very old, but his eyes were still clear, and his body smelled of sweet candy, which made Mag's eyes slightly red.

She saw Newt in the corner, sitting there alone.

"Ska...Newt, why is he still alone?" Her voice was very soft.

"It has been like this for so many years. He has always been alone." Dumbledore smiled helplessly, with bitterness in his smile, "Me too."

He felt that Mag's hand holding his arm was shaking, and the subtle trembling along his arm vibrated into his heart.

"Sorry, Albus."

Dumbledore still hugged her: "There is no need to apologize, Minerva. After all these years, I think you should have always known."

The overhead lamp cast a dazzling light above the head. McGonagall looked at Dumbledore's compassionate but old face, in a daze, and tears suddenly fell down.

"Oh, what's wrong, Minerva, did I make you think of sad things?" Dumbledore quickly took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her.

"It's okay." Mag wiped his tears, and then naturally put his handkerchief into his pocket.

The bell in the tower rang three times, and the long and deep sound echoed in the sky above Hogwarts.

The hour hand moves towards the number nine.

McGonagall was stunned for a moment, then looked at Dumbledore with a smile, and opened her arms slightly towards him: "I'm really happy today, come and give me a hug, Albus."

"Oh, good."

Dumbledore reached out and hugged her, and they were silent for a long time under the dazzling light, like a pair of lovers reunited after a long separation, wishing they could never be separated.

In the end, McGonagall let go of him. She touched Dumbledore's old face, trying to smooth out the grooves on his face: "I remembered that there are still things to deal with."

"Then go, Minerva."

Dumbledore's voice was trembling, but he concealed it so well that the other party didn't notice.

Mag smiled softly at him.

"See you soon, Albus."

Turn around, leave, and never look back.

Just like that rainy summer night many, many years ago, there is no looking back.

Dumbledore watched her leave until she completely disappeared.

He held the pendant on his chest close to his heart, closed his eyes, and stood in the noisy crowd, feeling a little dizzy.

Two lines of hot tears rolled down from his eyes, slid across his slightly trembling lips, and fell on his dark gray collar, leaving a pool of sad water stains.

"I know it is you."