The picture on the screen shifted again.
This time, it showed glittering Paris, where the top of the Eiffel Tower had been magically transformed into a giant pink perfume bottle.
"This is the Beauxbatons venue!"
A clear, sweet voice rang out.
Gabrielle Delacour, once the little girl who followed her older sister around, had now grown into a graceful young woman.
She wore a long dress made of flowing silver silk, and her long silver hair streamed like a waterfall in the night breeze.
Rather than choosing to sing like her sister Pheobe, she stood before a huge magical runway.
"As Professor Holmes said, magic should not just be about fighting and waving wands. It should also be the art of living."
Gabrielle waved her wand like a conductor's baton, in a style entirely different from the rigid British approach.
"Les Muses (Dance of the Muses)!"
At her incantation, the clouds in the Parisian night sky began to transform. They became enormous scissors, needles, thread, and fabric.
The models on the runway were not real people, but ancient statues from the Palace of Versailles brought to life.
Marble goddesses approached with stiff yet rhythmic strides. Multicolored light shot from Gabrielle's wand, instantly tailoring breathtaking gowns onto the statues.
Some were long dresses woven from the ripples of the Seine; others were trench coats pieced together from fallen leaves along the Champs-Élysées.
"Now that's fashion!"
Ginny watched enviously as Gabrielle turned a bolt of lightning into a belt and fastened it around a model on the screen.
"I want clothes like that instead of Madam Malkin's ancient robes! Harry, will you buy me some?"
Harry looked at the "lightning belt," which was clearly maintained with Advanced Transfiguration and consumed ten Galleons' worth of magic every second, and swallowed.
"Of course... as