Yule Ball (4)

In the past, schools used to have buffets where all the food was placed on the tables, and people could take whatever they wanted to eat.

This year's Yule Ball has undergone a small change; it's no longer a buffet but a self-service selection.

Indeed, each person had a gleaming gold plate in front of them, but no food inside. Next to the plate was a small menu.

Dumbledore examined his menu carefully, then looked at the plate and said very clearly, "Orleans fried Tebo!"

The pork chop appeared immediately.

As expected of Dumbledore... he always manages to come up with something new and exciting.

But then another problem arose.

By looking at the dishes, one can generally judge the ingredients and taste from their color and aroma.

But you can't really tell anything just by looking at the dish name!

William stared at the menu, and fell into this confusion.

He glanced at a dish called "Snow-Covered Flaming Mountain".

Even just from the name, this dish is full of poetry and charm.

In his mind, a desolate scene of heavy snow covering the mountaintops instantly came to mind.

This is a dish imbued with deep emotion... The chef must be a guy with a story to tell.

William decided to order one, hoping to savor the loneliness within the dish.

Well, when he saw that dish... William didn't even try it before his guard was completely broken, and he completely lost interest.

What appeared on the plate was... well, let's just say it was tomato dipped in salt.

Is this a snow-covered Flaming Mountain?!

If you dipped it in sugar, William would respect it as a famous dish, but you actually dared to innovate and even dip it in salt?!

Who came up with this dish name? Step Laozi!

Oh, so it was Dumbledore wrote it, to express his loneliness?

That's alright then, the name of this dish is really vivid and descriptive.

William wasn't the only one facing this problem; Hermione did too.

She ordered a "Green Dragon Crossing the River" dish, and what appeared was an egg drop soup with only one long green vegetable.

After this happened a few times, the students behaved themselves and stopped ordering those fancy-sounding dishes.

Don't try anything like the Golden Jade Soup, Jade Dragon Lying on Snow Mountain, or Merlin's Special Mini Burger...

The straightforward name of a dish, like roast suckling pig, is the best kind of food.

Didn't you see Hagrid perform for everyone, taking three Potter... cough cough, were Tebo?

Eating is always the most intense activity, but everyone was mindful of their portion sizes this time, only eating until they were about 50-60% full.

This is just an appetizer; the main course will be the dance party after dinner. Eating too much is not good for strenuous exercise.

Those who know, know! And those who don't have secretly taught themselves.

As a result, the dinner ended exceptionally early, and everyone looked at Professor Dumbledore with excitement.

The principal, being knowledgeable, didn't waste any time and got straight to the point.

He waved his wand, and the tables flew to the wall, leaving an empty space in the middle.

He then conjured up a tall stage, which was attached to the right wall, upon which sat a drum set, several guitars, a lute, a cello, and several organs.

At that moment, the Weird Sisters rushed onto the stage, and the students erupted in thunderous applause.

The Weird Sisters... Although they are called sisters, they are not actually twin singers; they are a pop duo consisting of both men and women.

These people all had afro hairstyles and wore deliberately torn black robes.

If you swap the robe for jeans, it looks even more like a wizard's alternative style.

The lanterns on the table slowly dimmed, and the band members picked up their instruments.

William stood up gracefully, bowed slightly, extended his hand, and smiled:

"May I dance with you tonight, Miss Granger?"

"Of course, I'd be happy to, Mr. Stark!"

Hermione smiled, placed her hand in the boy's palm, and gently stood up.

William pulled the chair back from where Hermione was, took her hand, and led her toward the center of the dance floor.

All the students stood up, and the Great Hall was instantly filled with a joyful atmosphere.

"Let's go, Qiu."

Cedric grabbed Cho's hand, and this time she didn't pull away, but shyly followed him toward the dance floor.

"Let's go rock out, Luoluo!" Lavender said excitedly.

Ron grunted in agreement, reluctantly stood up, and walked towards the dance floor.

"Hey, pull out this chair for me!" Lavender, standing there angrily.

"Can't you do it yourself?" Ron said, turning his head.

"I'm wearing a formal suit, it's inconvenient! Can't you be a gentleman?" Lavender glared at him.

"Didn't you see that William pulled out the chairs for Hermione every time?"

Ron muttered something and walked over, stepping on Lavender's skirt and nearly tripping.

"Oh no, this is a dress I shared with my roommate! I have to return it after the party! It's very expensive!" Lavender said angrily.

Ron retorted, "Just wash it."

"..."

Lavender stared at Ron with predatory eyes; she really wanted to grab Ron by the neck and ask:

Do you want to dance too?

She seriously doubted whether going to the dance with Ron was a mistake.

XiXi, why aren't you in the Great Hall yet? Go fight Luoluo and steal me away!

The Weird Sisters played a tune called "This Is the Night," a cheerful and beautiful melody.

William stepped onto the dance floor, his left hand brushing against Hermione's waist, while she held his other hand tightly in hers.

The two danced alone many times, especially when they were floating on the vast Adriatic Sea, with only the two of them and very little entertainment.

Naturally, one should do something interesting.

I've danced to most of the songs and steps, and even secretly tried some of the bolder styles a few times.

However, at that time, it was just William and Hermione, so they didn't have to worry about what others thought.

With so many people around, Hermione still felt a bit restrained.

As the rhythm became more and more cheerful, Hermione gradually relaxed, her body became softer, and her movements became more and more skillful.

Hermione's previously suppressed vitality was completely unleashed.

William, holding Hermione's right hand, turned forward.

She leaned forward, and her long, blue dress, trimmed with silver threads, swayed gently in the wind, like a water lily unfolding its intricate petals.

William pulled her with his right hand, and the girl shifted her feet, suddenly turning around and falling into his arms.

William held Hermione's slender waist, his right hand touching her firm, shapely buttocks.

Hermione shuddered involuntarily, a sensation like an electric current coursing through her body, making her almost tremble.

A faint blush crept onto the girl's cheeks.

Hermione didn't dislike this feeling; on the contrary, she was deeply intoxicated by it and couldn't extricate herself from it.

William quickened his pace, and his constantly dancing movements made the girl feel like a white swan soaring through the air.

In her dream, she dreamt of this scene... with William.

That feeling was incredibly pleasant.

For a moment, Hermione almost forgot that she was in the Great Hall and what she was doing.

The girl's dance movements were all swaying according to habit... She just looked at William, who was holding her, with a dreamy gaze.

Hermione was immersed in a world that belonged entirely to the two of them.

But tonight's grand ball... is just the beginning for the two of them.

Or rather... I won't sleep tonight.

(Please give me your recommendation votes and monthly tickets, everyone.)