For matters like dealing with traditional pure-blood families, Lucius Malfoy was still the more suitable person.
After Draco and Astoria Greengrass left, Wizet and Luna glanced toward the dance floor.
There were even more people on the dance floor now, a veritable scene of wild dancing. Everyone swayed to the rhythm of the music, freely venting the energy they had built up over the day.
Fred, George, and Lee Jordan had completely let loose. Each held Magic Fireworks, and who knew what spell they had cast on themselves—they spun in place like tops.
Dumbledore was dancing with Minerva McGonagall. Noticing the three boys' antics, McGonagall kept turning to look at them and nearly stepped on Dumbledore's foot.
Luna suggested, "Shall we go see the fairies?"
Wizet had no reason to refuse. The two of them walked out of the Great Hall hand in hand.
Outside the castle, the grotto and its surroundings held not only rose bushes in full bloom, but also shrubs lining the winding paths and all kinds of uniquely shaped stone statues.
Looking farther into the distance, they could see a huge fountain. Its streams glimmered in the night like silver ribbons, cascading from above with a gentle burbling sound.
There were benches beside the shrubs as well, but every one of them was occupied, seemingly by pairs of dance partners.
The passersby who occasionally came and went had no effect on them. Oblivious to everyone else, they nuzzled close together and whispered in each other's ears.
Some pairs had even brought desserts out from the Great Hall. Sitting on the benches, they shared the same spoon—or used no spoon at all—as they sampled the same slice of cream cake.
The moment Luna appeared on the path, quite a few fairies flew over. They perched on Luna's