DNF Meets Harry Potter

Naiyali smiled softly, and slowly walked down the steps with her white palm on the handrail.

A dress with slanted shoulders, revealing one side of the collarbone and shoulder. Above the collarbone hangs a small crystal bottle necklace, and there are countless small stars in the crystal bottle. The white crystal shoulder pads are buckled on the shoulders, and the edges of the crystal shoulder pads are decorated with broken gold tassels.

The gown hugged the line of the body tightly, gathering cloud-like pleats at the waist, and then suddenly releasing a wide skirt. Star-like diamonds are embellished in the middle, and the folds are shining.

"!!!"

All eyes in the hall turned to Nayari at the same time, and the element called "beauty" was perfectly brought out in her.

"This guy is really hateful!" Fu Rong stomped her feet, and secretly glanced at Karl who stood stunned by the side, only feeling angry.

"Do you like it? This is the result of my spending more than four hours~..."

Niyali ignored the envious or shocked gazes of others, stepped on the shiny crystal shoe and came straight to Karl, gently holding his palm, looking confident and proud.

"You are more attractive than I imagined, my Princess Naia..." Carl stretched out his hand to gently caress Naiali's face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he closed his eyes gently, and the black robe on his body turned into a gorgeous dress .

At this moment, almost all the little wizards in the hall had arrived, and everyone found their seats and were excitedly discussing the upcoming dance party.

Dumbledore's figure appeared on the professor's seat just in time, and he tapped the golden cup on his right hand with a spoon to signal everyone to be quiet.

"Now, please enjoy yourself!"

As the old principal raised his arms, the much richer meals were piled up on the long tables of the four major colleges, almost forming a hill.

Naiyali picked up the table knife and cut the steak on the plate into small pieces, and put it in her mouth gracefully, a sense of satisfaction flashed in her violet eyes. Thinking that there will be a dance party with a strong sense of ceremony later, she immediately smiled even more happily.

Carl, who was enjoying dinner in a leisurely manner, glanced at the professors above who were chatting happily, and of course, his eyes were mainly on Snape.

The old bat's face was still extremely gloomy, and he sat indifferently in his seat like a rotten piece of wood. He didn't even change his dress, and he was still wearing the same black robe that never changed for thousands of years, which was in sharp contrast to the laughing crowd in the auditorium. Compared.

The fun was theirs, Snape had nothing but that they were noisy.

Both Harry and Carl knew the inside story. Lily was probably spending Christmas Eve alone in Spider's End at the moment. It would be no wonder if Snape was happy.

Even Professor McGonagall had put aside her usual sternness on this special day, wearing a light black plaid dress with a thistle wreath on the brim of her hat.

Um…

Her outfit looked more 'retro' than Ron's 'family heritage' dress.

However, no one dares to comment, unless he wants to splatter blood on the spot on this happy day...

The Christmas dinner lasted longer than usual, and when everyone was almost full, the clock on the wall rang on time.

"It's time to start, Albus!" Professor McGonagall glanced at the little wizards below who mostly put down their knives and forks and started chatting, and turned to remind him.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, stood up slowly, and after coughing twice, a loud voice echoed in the auditorium instantly:

"I think everyone can't wait anymore? Then let's start today's topic immediately!"

What followed was bursts of cheers, and the boys and girls held hands shyly. They had been looking forward to this moment for several weeks, and the joyful atmosphere in the auditorium reached its peak in an instant.

"Then, I declare! The ball has officially begun!" Dumbledore laughed, and the Elder Wand appeared in his hand instantly, and then he swung it fiercely in the air.

An exquisite and gorgeous stage rose, and all the tables and chairs in the auditorium immediately floated up and flipped in the air. When they landed, they turned into pieces of shining silver musical instruments and landed on the stage with incomparable precision.

The small door at the end of the professor's seat opened with a bang, and several strangely dressed wizards walked out with twisted steps, holding various musical instruments.

Their hair was messy and scattered on their shoulders, making them look particularly thick, and the original intact wizard robes were also deliberately torn to pieces, showing a particularly wild atmosphere.

"This is...these are the weird sisters in the legend, why are they all men, where are the sisters?!"

The expression on Karl's face immediately became extremely exciting, and it was accompanied by the faint sound of heartbreak.

It's not magic! Isn't it the Weird Sisters? Why are they all men, and there are a bunch of non-mainstream~...

"Isn't it common sense that the weird sisters are all men?" Alex who was standing next to him gave him a strange look, and then writhed crazily with the music, shaking his hands like a slip.

"Common sense? What kind of common sense is this?"

Karl doesn't want to complain anymore, whether the world can get better after all, he is shaking and cold!

But now is not the time to think about these, come on, play music and dance!

Professor McGonagall led the four warriors and their dance partners to the center of the stage. Carl took Niyali's hand and said affectionately: "Let's start!"

"Of course, but you mustn't step on me this time~..." Naiyali blushed slightly, showing a 'shy' expression for the first time.

An elegant melodic waltz…

Accompanied by the soothing music, Naiyali and Carl met each other's eyes, and the graceful body twisted like a willow, which was intoxicatingly beautiful.

Karl doesn't know how to dance, but seeing Niyali so excited, he tried his best to activate the instinct of transcendental perception, and tried to cater to her rhythm.

"Relax, let me guide you~..." Naiyali seemed to see through the embarrassment under Carl's smile, and a mysterious arc was slowly drawn at the corner of her mouth.

The power of deviation and the power of dimension merged incomparably harmoniously. In an instant, Karl felt as if his mind was empty, and he was no longer flustered as before.

Naiyali is not talking too much, she is indeed an extremely good dancer. Under her guidance, the two spun and jumped to the beat of the music...every step seemed extremely natural.

They are immersed in each other's world, gradually becoming indistinguishable from each other...

On the other side, Harry and Hermione also stretched their bodies under the envious eyes of everyone. But their game experience is not as good as Carl's.

Harry's dancing skills are even worse than Carl's, but Hermione doesn't have Niyari's skills. This caused her to stop and point out Harry's mistakes from time to time.

Snape, who was alone and not participating in the dance, couldn't help laughing when he noticed Harry's clumsy dance moves. Looking at the noisy auditorium, he stood up with some disgust, pushed open the oak door and walked out of the auditorium.

The sour smell inside was so strong that he had to go out to get some air.

Karkaroff, who also did not find a partner, his eyes lit up, and immediately followed. Recently, the frequency of the Dark Mark becoming hot has become more and more frequent. He felt that it was necessary to get in touch with Snape.

In the middle of the stage, Harry let go of Hermione's hand, panting. Although he finally worked up the courage to invite her successfully, even this could not make up for his lack of dancing skills.

After just a short while, he was already exhausted.

"Hermione, let's stop for a while!" Harry waved his hand, exhaling white air from his mouth continuously, dancing is a relatively exhausting thing, "I think I have to go out and have a rest first!"

Before Hermione could speak, Harry rushed out of the auditorium as if fleeing. Let alone Hermione's experience just now, even he himself felt bad.

"Sure enough, I shouldn't be at the ball!" Harry leaned against a carriage and sighed uncontrollably.

He was walking aimlessly on the road, snowflakes kept falling on his shoulders, and within a few steps, he heard a gloomy and slightly impatient sneer from the bushes ahead.

"Snape? What's he doing here when he's not at the dance in the auditorium?" Harry frowned suspiciously, but then relaxed it, no, almost forgot that he didn't have a partner at all, that's okay..."

For a moment, Harry felt a little sympathetic to him. Even the two old men, Filch and Moody, found partners for this ball, and he was the only one who watched them laughing helplessly. It's better to disturb him to be alone.

But before he took two steps, another hoarse voice sounded from the bushes.

"Severus, it happened again, you can't deny it!"

It's Karkaroff!

Why did Snape laugh for no reason in the dark grove? What role is Karkaroff playing in this?

Is all of this a distortion of personality or a loss of morality? Harry's curiosity was instantly piqued.

He bent his waist, pulled out his wand from his waist, and muttered something. Since you want to eavesdrop, the Silencing Charm and Disillusionment Charm are essential!

"I understand your worry, Igor!" Snape's voice sounded calm and calm, "But he can't come back!"

"It might be! That thing... that thing has been happening more and more frequently in the past few months!"

Quite different from the usual eccentric tone, Karkaroff's voice sounded terrified at this moment.

"What does that have to do with me?" Snape's tone began to grow impatient, "If you want to run away, just run away!

After all, based on what you did more than ten years ago, if he really recovers... Hehe, you don't need to say more about the consequences..."

After saying this, Snape looked at Karkaroff with even more disgust. Suddenly, as if he had sensed something, he pulled out his wand from his pocket and went straight towards Harry.

Harry's heart rose to his throat in an instant, and he maintained the Disillusionment Charm he had just learned not long ago. If Snape and Karkaroff found him eavesdropping under such circumstances, he would definitely It will be a very miserable death.

"Fluorescent flickering!"

Snape's wand shone brightly, and then he slammed open the door of the carriage next to him, and two young wizards who were dating jumped out in panic.

"Look what I found?" Snape had an evil smile on his face, "Twenty points for Hufflepuff, and the same for Ravenclaw!"

After announcing the punishment for the two young wizards who wanted to taste the forbidden fruit, Snape flicked his wide sleeves, his robes billowed, and he looked at Karkaroff who was standing aside who looked a little at a loss, It disappeared from Harry's sight in two or three steps.

Harry stood in place maintaining the Disillusionment Charm, twitching his chin lightly, he felt as if he had heard something terrible this time.

Reminiscent of the Triwizard Tournament in which he, the fourth warrior, mutated and appeared this time, a terrifying thought instantly appeared in his mind.

"The thing they were talking about should be the Mark of the Dark Lord. Voldemort's power is increasing, and he wants to be resurrected! Karkaroff betrayed too many Death Eaters back then. He was afraid that Voldemort would be liquidated after his resurrection and wanted to escape early!"

Harry gasped, there were too many factors.

"I have to find an opportunity to notify Professor Dumbledore as soon as possible!"

Harry muttered to himself, although he didn't know why Snape was so confident, he still thought it necessary to tell Dumbledore about it, so he made up his mind and returned to the auditorium immediately.

"You don't need to inform Professor Dumbledore about such a trivial matter, because he already knew about it! Otherwise, why do you think Snape doesn't care so much? Of course he has nothing to fear..."

Hearing this familiar voice, Harry turned around abruptly. Carl was standing where he had been standing just now, holding a glass of red wine with a disapproving expression on his face.

"Don't think too much!" Carl waved his hand at him, signaling him not to spend too much thought on this aspect.

"Carl, do you know anything else?!" Harry stared at Carl, hoping to get some answers from him.

"I only know that Professor Dumbledore will not allow Voldemort to be resurrected. Of course, I will not..." Carl pursed his lips, and replied in a flat tone, and then his figure disappeared instantly.

He wouldn't tell Harry his plan, otherwise how could he get rid of the wool?

Harry frowned and looked a little depressed, and sighed helplessly. He always felt that Karl still had something to hide from him, but he couldn't ask anything for a while, so he had no choice but to return to the auditorium.

Time passed quickly, and two hours slipped away quietly from their dance steps in the blink of an eye.

"Okay, it's getting late! I think the most important thing everyone should do now is to have a good night's rest and welcome the Christmas holiday!"

Dumbledore let go of Professor McGonagall's hand, and under everyone's reluctant eyes, he restored everything to its original state...

"Let's go, it's time for us to go back!" Nayali brushed her silver hair, and dragged Carl away from the auditorium with a lot of interest.

It was snowing lightly outside, and a neon Christmas tree appeared in front of me every few steps.