I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Before the dance officially begins, it is natural to have a dinner party first.

The warriors of the four schools and their dance partners were arranged on the same table as the principal and the two directors of the Ministry of Magic.

The mode of ordering food at this dinner party is different. Everyone has a menu next to him. Just read the name of the dish on the menu if he wants to eat, and the corresponding food will automatically appear on the plate in front of him.

After the dinner began, the Warriors and their dance partners were chatting, and for some reason, Durmstrang’s principal, Karkaroff, became very interested in Lynn after the first match.

"With such a high understanding of Transfiguration, why didn't I hear your name before coming here."

Lynn was whispering to Hermione and didn't want to talk to him, so he said perfunctorily.

"I'm just an ordinary student, and it's normal for Mr. Karkaroff not to know me."

Dumbledore took Lynn's words and said with a smile.

"You should have heard of Lynn's name, Karkaroff. Two years ago, various European newspapers published a news article about the youngest winner of the Merlin Order badge, and it was Lynn."

Karkaroff thought for a moment, but Madame Maxim who was beside him recalled it first.

"The student who defeated the basilisk in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets? No wonder."

The other warriors all looked at each other in dismay when they heard the principals' chat. They didn't know that Lynn had also won the badge of the Sir Merlin.

Speaking of this, Lynn also squinted his eyes. He cut the steak on his plate and looked at Picquery who didn't say much at the beginning of the dinner.

"Not only the basilisk, but also a ghost named Fontanard who came to Hogwarts to make trouble. I wonder if Ms. Picquery is familiar with this name?"

Everyone at the table could hear what he seemed to be implying, but except for Dumbledore, no one else understood what was the meaning of his question?

Picquely shook his head calmly.

"There is a Fontana wizard family in the American wizarding world. I have never heard of a ghost named Fontana, and it will come to Hogwarts to make trouble."

During the process of speaking, she kept her face unchanged from the beginning to the end, making it impossible to see anything special. She was obviously an old hand who opened her eyes and told nonsense.

Lynn chuckled, but did not continue to be aggressive.

Soon, everyone finished their food, and the dinner party was over, which meant that the dance party was about to begin.

Dumbledore stood up, told his classmates to stand up too, and with a flick of his wand, some of the tables were whizzed up to the walls, leaving an open space in between.

He conjured up a high stage, which was attached to the right wall, on which there was a drum kit, several guitars, a lyre, a cello, and several organs.

Then thunderous applause erupted from the audience as the eccentric sisters, famously in the wizarding world, were all extra hairy and dressed in deliberately ripped black robes.

Hermione looked a little surprised, and she leaned into Lynn's ear and said.

"I always thought that the members of the Weird Sisters were all women."

Lynn shrugged: "This is called rebellion. They are a group of rough men, but they wear feminine names. The clothes they wear are against tradition, and most of the songs they sing are non-mainstream. They can be regarded as trendy wizards in the magic world."

At this time, the lanterns on other tables were all extinguished, Lynn stood up holding Hermione's hand, and other warriors also held the hands of their dance partners, and came to the center of the dance floor.

The eccentric sisters played a slow, sad music, and the 4 pairs of warriors and their dance partners, accompanied by the sound of the music, started their own dance.

Lynn held Hermione's waist with one hand, and clasped her fingers with the other hand. In the center of the auditorium, following the music, he changed his steps gracefully and briskly.

At the beginning of the dance, they attracted everyone's attention.

They have never practiced together before, but they cooperate extremely harmoniously, as if they have a heart-to-heart connection. Every step, every turn, and every shift is like a match made in heaven.

The girls at Hogwarts stared blankly. The two people in the middle of the dance floor and the remaining three teams of warriors seemed to have become their green leaves.

No one felt the slightest bit of jealousy towards Hermione anymore, because now they were a match made in heaven.

"When did you learn to dance?"

Hermione and Lynn were very close, so even if he spoke quietly, Hermione could still hear him clearly.

There was an intoxicating blush on her fair and tender face, the corners of her mouth were raised all the time, and there seemed to be sparkling lights in her eyes.

"My mother taught me when I was a child. She said that a girl must always be able to dance, otherwise when the boy she likes invites her to the prom, she will not be able to say yes."

"Then I have to thank Mrs. Granger. If she hadn't taught you how to dance, I wouldn't have been able to invite such a beautiful dance partner tonight."

"Slick."

At this time, other students also entered the dance floor. Lynn and the others passed by Cedric. When Cedric met his eyes, he smiled happily at him.

And when she passed by Furong, she saw Lin En still proudly holding her head up and snorted.

Hermione also heard Fleur's snort, she pouted, squeezed Lynn's hand a little tighter, and asked in a low voice.

"I haven't asked yet, what is the relationship between that Furong and you? Why did she invite you to be her dance partner?"

Lynn said inexplicably.

"I don't know, I only had an exchange with her before the first game, and the exchange process was not very pleasant."

"Hmph, it's just your words in front of me. Who knows what you and her were secretly talking about behind your back?"

"Hey, hey, what are you jealous about? Aren't I holding your hand and dancing in front of everyone now?"

Hermione said quietly.

"They only know that I am your dance partner now, but they don't know that I am your girlfriend."

Lynn blinked when he heard Hermione's words, and suddenly stopped his dance steps.

"You seem to be saying the same thing. I really want to prove that you are already my girlfriend."

Hermione turned her head to look at the garlands of mistletoe sprigs and ivy hanging on the walls of the auditorium, and asked as if nothing had happened.

"So how are you going to prove it?"

Lynn didn't speak, but stretched out his hand to straighten Hermione's face, then put his hands around her slender waist in the middle of the dance floor, and looked at her brightly.

He looked at Hermione's slightly trembling eyelashes, and slowly lowered his head.

The faces of the two were getting closer and closer, and they could even feel each other's breath, and finally their lips were lightly pressed together!

At the same time, the people around watched them all stop their dance steps in shock, and exclamations echoed in the auditorium.