days at Hogwarts

Chapter 477 Hagrid’s Giant Bloodline

The silver frost on the surrounding walls reflects the bright light. The Weird Sisters Band is playing a slow-paced song. The wizards and witches in the venue dance with smiles on their faces. While ensuring that the dance steps are correct, they can also pay enough attention to the things in front of them. Dance partner.

Sisters Seamus, Dean and Patil had just finished dancing a song and were sitting around the round table to rest and chat.

"The spin we just made could be faster and make your skirt float up. It would be very beautiful. What do you think, Padma?"

Dean said sincerely, and suddenly felt a push on his shoulder. He turned his head impatiently: "What are you doing?"

Seamus rubbed his eyes hard, with disbelief written all over his face: "I must be drunk, Dean, can you help me see if I'm hallucinating?"

"You can get drunk even if you drink pumpkin juice..." Dean saw the group on the dance floor. The rest of his words were stuck in his throat, and his expression gradually became dull.

Swaying slowly to the melody, Fleur watched the red-haired boy's eyes moving around, occasionally looking at her like a frightened rabbit, his panic and shy look a bit funny.

She couldn't help but smile: "Ron, can I call you that?"

Ron nodded hastily: "Oh, yes, of course."

Loren didn't dare to look at her. There were stars in her eyes. If he looked at her again, he would go to Madam Pomfrey to see her tongue.

When passing a huge reindeer stone sculpture, a rough and familiar voice came from behind: "I understood it as soon as I saw you."

……

Loren and Hermione's lips were already a little red and swollen, and their tongues were a little numb. They were both very self-controlled people, so they stopped an addictive two-person activity.

When the music ended, the two returned to their respective positions.

"It's okay, Harry has no idea, he was just playing..." Ron subconsciously comforted him for a moment, then realized something belatedly, and his smile slowly faded.

"Yeah, who doesn't like pretty girls?"

The rose garden in the courtyard is still shining with fairy light, crystal clear and bright. The ornately decorated stone carvings separate small private spaces from the winding paths. The sound of the magic fountain is enough to cover up the rustling love words.

"Is it snowing?"

Lavender was stunned for a moment, and his eyes slowly bloomed with light.

Harry handed over a glass of butterbeer and said with a joking smile: "How does it feel to have the famous Fleur Delacour as your dance partner?"

"not cold."

But when it came to this moment, except for the gazes of a few friends such as Simoedian, which made him feel physically and mentally comfortable, the gazes of others were not comfortable, but instead felt like thorns in the back.

But Hibiscus is really beautiful!

His mind was dizzy now. He had obviously imagined similar scenes countless times before: becoming the center of attention, standing with the most beautiful girl...

"Hmm~"

"It's really not cold." Hermione said weakly with a serious look on her face.

"Oh……"

Fleur smiled brightly and started chatting about other topics, about those teasing stairs, the greasy dishes in the Hogwarts kitchen, and the cold weather here...

"Is this what you mean by not being cold?"

On the road that was really unavoidable, Loren spotted a few familiar figures, including Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, and Gryffindor.

He tightened his arms and hugged her waist. Through the smooth silk skirt, he could feel the slenderness, softness and warmth. He lowered his head slightly, buried his nose between the girl's shoulders and neck, and inhaled deeply. Take a breath.

Hermione hummed, with a shaky ending.

I have to admit, this is a great place for a date.

Ron was silent for a moment: "Miss Delacour is very good, but a little uncomfortable."

Loren squeezed the little witch's hand and then touched her arm. It was ice cold. It was strange. Why was her mouth so hard? It was so soft just now.

Loren and Hermione walked lightly along the courtyard path, avoiding some trembling flowers and bushes, avoiding the stone statues that could make low groans, and trudged slowly towards the auditorium.

Fleur opened her mouth unhurriedly: "Thank you for taking care of Gabrielle for me these days. It's really been a big help."

As the song gradually came to an end, Fleur's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly and she sighed lowly: "...It's all my fault that I spent too much time on the golden eggs and didn't have any clue. I can't be with Gabrielle yet. , the other warriors probably left me far behind."

Neither the rose garden nor the glowing fairies were cold-resistant things, and Professor McGonagall had put a lot of effort into decorating the castle, so it wasn't cold inside the courtyard.

There was ice and snow everywhere outside the castle.

Ron drank a whole glass of butterbeer in one go, burped, and grinned, "But I know very well that she definitely doesn't like me. Let's go on and dance."

"You're welcome," Ron said with a silly smile, "It was Loren's idea at first, then Ginny and Luna were accompanying Gabri."

After several hours of close contact on the auditorium dance floor, our eagerly beating hearts could no longer hold back, and many of our partners had other places to go.

Loren nuzzled her nose and said, "Hermione, are you cold?"

"That's what you boys like, right?" Lavender said sourly.

The end of the courtyard path.

"Yes, that's right, I think so too!" Ron smiled stupidly.

Hermione looked up at the face so close to her and felt puzzled. She was obviously taller last year, so how could it be reversed in a year.

"It's not cold yet, let's go back to the auditorium."

Ron's little heart was pounding.

"!!"

The Gryffindors showed up.

Loren and Hermione looked at each other and confirmed that there was no other way to go here. They hid in the bushes nearby in tacit agreement.

"What do you understand, Hagrid?" Ms. Maxim's voice was deep.

"I understand, you are the same as me, are you your father or your mother?"

Ms. Maxim said: "I don't know what you mean, Hagrid."

"My mother is one of the few left in the UK. Of course, I don't remember her very well... She left when I was three years old. Alas, there is no maternal nature in their nature. Yes or no?

"I don't know what happened to her later. She is probably dead." Hagrid stared at the silver fountain. "My father brought me up. He was a short man. I could lift him up and put him down when I was six years old. On top of the wardrobe, but he was never angry, always made to laugh...

"But he died when I was in school..." Hagrid blew his nose heavily, "I'm done with my situation, what about you, where did you get your inheritance?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." Ms. Maxim said coldly, "It's too cold. I want to go in."

"Huh? Of course he's a hybrid giant, so why should I say that?"

<divclass="contentadv">"You are so brave!" Ms. Maxim screamed, "I have never been insulted like this in my life! A hybrid giant? Me? I'm just big-boned!"