DNF Meets Harry Potter

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

The dress with slanted shoulders reveals the collarbone and shoulders on one side. A small crystal bottle pendant is hung above the collarbone, and there are countless small stars in the crystal bottle. The white crystal shoulder pad is buckled on the shoulder, and the edge of the crystal shoulder pad is decorated with broken gold tassels.

The dress tightly adhered to the line of the body, gathering cloud-like folds around his waist, and then suddenly released the wide skirt. Star-like diamonds are dotted with pleated folds.

"!!!"

Everyone in the hall turned their eyes on Naiyari in unison, and the element named ‘beauty’ was perfectly revealed in her.

"This guy is really hateful!" Furong stomped her feet, and glanced at Carl who was standing by and stunned, but she didn't feel angry.

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

Naiyarisi ignored the envy or shocked gazes of others, stepped on the shiny crystal shoes and went straight to Karl, gently holding his palm, appearing confident and proud.

"You are more moving than I thought, my princess Naia..." Carl stretched out his hand and gently stroked Naiyali's face, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, he closed his eyes gently, and his black robe turned into a gorgeous dress .

At this moment, the little wizards in the hall are almost there, and everyone has found a place to discuss the upcoming dance party excitedly.

Dumbledore's figure appeared on the professor's seat just in time. He tapped the gold cup on his right hand with a spoon to signal everyone to calm down.

"Now, please enjoy yourself!"

As the old principal raised his arms, a much richer meal than ever before almost piled up a hill on the long table of the four colleges.

Naiyali picked up the knife and cut the steak on the plate into small pieces, and put them in her mouth gracefully, a touch of comfort flashed in her violet eyes. When she thought that there would be a dance party with a strong sense of ceremony later, she suddenly smiled happier.

Carl, who was enjoying the dinner without a trace, glanced at the professors who were talking happily above. Of course, his eyes were mainly on Snape.

The old bat’s face was still so gloomy, sitting in his seat indifferently like a piece of rotten wood, he didn’t even change his dress, and he was still in the black robe that hadn’t been changed for ten thousand years. It was in stark contrast to the laughing crowd in the hall Compared.

Happiness is theirs, Snape has nothing, he just thinks they are noisy.

Harry and Carl knew the inside story. Lily was probably spending Christmas Eve alone in Spider's End. It would be strange if Snape was happy.

On this special day, even Professor McGonagall laid down the usual sternness. She wore a light black plaid dress with a thistle wreath around the hat.

Ok…

She looks even more ‘retro’ than Ron’s ‘family heritage’ dress.

However, no one dared to comment, unless he wanted to splash the blood on the spot on this happy day...

The Christmas dinner lasted longer than before. When everyone was almost full and the wall clock rang on time.

"It's time to start, Albus!" Professor McGonagall glanced at the little wizard who had mostly put down the knife and fork in his hands and started chatting, turning his head to remind.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, stood up slowly, and after two soft coughs, a loud voice instantly echoed in the auditorium:

"I think everyone can't wait? Let's start today's theme right away!"

What followed was a burst of cheers. The boys and girls were holding hands a little shyly. They had been looking forward to this moment for several weeks, and the joyful atmosphere in the auditorium instantly reached its peak.

"Then, I announce! The prom has officially begun!" Dumbledore laughed, and the old wand appeared in his hand for an instant, then fluttered in midair.

A beautiful and magnificent 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 silver-lighted musical instruments that fell on the stage with precision.

The small door at the end of the professor's seat slammed open, and a few strangely dressed wizards walked out with a twisted step with various musical instruments.

Their hair was draped messily over their shoulders, which looked particularly thick, and the original intact wizard's robe was deliberately torn and torn, showing a particularly wild atmosphere.

"This is... this is the weird sister in the legend, why are all men, sisters?!"

The expression on Carl's face immediately became very wonderful, and it was faintly accompanied by the sound of heartbreak.

This is not magic! Isn’t that weird sister? Why are all men, and a bunch of non-mainstream people~...

"Isn't it common sense that weird sisters are all men?" Alex, who was standing next to him, gave him a strange look, and then squirmed frantically with the music.

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

Carl doesn't want to complain about it anymore, can this world be better after all, trembling coldly!

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

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

"Of course, but you must not step on me this time~..." Naiyali's face was slightly red, and for the first time she showed an expression called'shy'.

Elegant melody waltz...

Along with the soothing music, Naiyali and Carl face each other, her graceful and graceful body twisting like a wicker, the beauty is intoxicating.

Carl didn't know how to dance, but seeing Naiyali so excited, he also tried his best to turn on the instinct of transcendent perception and try to cater to her rhythm.

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

The power of deviance and the power of the dimension merged in an incomparably harmonious way, and for an instant, Carl felt as if his mind had been emptied and relaxed, no longer the panic before.

Naiyali didn't speak big words, she was indeed an extremely good dancer. Under her guidance, the two rotated and jumped with the beat of the music...every step seemed natural.

They are immersed in each other's world, gradually becoming irrespective of you and me...

On the other side, Harry and Hermione stretched out amidst the envy of everyone. But their gaming experience is not as good as Karl's.

Harry's dancing skills are worse than Carl's, but Hermione doesn't have Naiyari's methods. This made her have to stop often to point out Harry's mistakes.

Snape, who was not involved in the dance alone, noticed Harry's clumsy dance steps and couldn't help laughing. He looked at the noisy auditorium, stood up in disgust, pushed open the oak door and walked outside the auditorium.

The sour smell inside was too strong, he had to get out of it.

Also, Karkaroff, who had not found a partner, lit his eyes and immediately followed. Recently, the frequency of the Dark Mark's hotness became more and more frequent, and he felt it necessary to contact Snape.

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

He was exhausted for a short while.

"Hermione, let's stop for a while!" Harry waved his hand, exhaling white breath from his mouth, dancing is a more physically demanding thing, "I think I have to go out and rest first!"

Before Hermione could speak, Harry rushed out of the auditorium like running away. Let alone Hermione in the experience just now, even he himself felt bad.

"Sure enough, I shouldn't have attended the dance!" Harry leaned against a carriage, sighing uncontrollably.

He walked aimlessly on the road, snowflakes kept falling on his shoulders, and after not taking a few steps, he heard a gloomy and slightly impatient sneer sounding in the bushes in front.

"Snape? Why did he come here without attending the prom in the auditorium?" Harry frowned in confusion, but then stretched out again. No, he almost forgot that he had no partner at all, that's all right..."

For a while, Harry felt a little sympathy for him. Even the two old men Filch and Moody found their dancing partners this time. He was a lonely family and looked at them happily and laughed. He felt that he still didn’t want to. It's better to disturb him alone.

But before he took two steps, a hoarse voice came 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 this a distortion of personality or a loss of morality? Harry's curiosity was instantly aroused.

He cats to his waist, pulls out his wand from his waist, and mutters something. Since you want to eavesdrop, the Silencer and Phantom Mantra are essential!

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

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

The tone of the yin and yang weirdness was very different from normal, and Karkaroff's voice sounded terrified at this time.

"What does it have to do with me?" Snape's tone became faintly impatient, "If you want to run away, just run away!

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

After putting down these words, Snape's eyes turned to Karkaroff with disgust. Suddenly, as if he had sensed something, he drew his wand from his arms and headed straight towards Harry.

Harry’s heart came up to his throat in an instant. He maintained the phantom spell he had just learned and didn’t dare to move. If Snape and Karkaroff found out that he was listening It would die miserably.

"Fluorescence flickers!"

Snape's wand emitted a dazzling light, and then he opened the door of the carriage he was leaning against, and two little wizards who were dating jumped out in a panic.

"Look what I found?" Snape smiled evilly on his face. "Hufflepuff dunks twenty points, and the same goes for Ravenclaw!"

After announcing the punishment for the two little wizards who wanted to taste the forbidden fruit, Snape flicked his wide sleeves, his robes stirred, and looked at Karkaroff, who was a little bewildered standing aside. In a few steps, he disappeared from Harry's sight.

Harry stood in place with the phantom spell, twirling his chin, he felt like he heard something extraordinary this time.

Reminiscent of this sudden change of the Triwizard Tournament where he was the fourth warrior, a terrifying thought instantly appeared in his mind.

"The thing they said should be the mark of the Dark Demon. Voldemort's power is increasing and he wants to be resurrected! Karkaroff sold too many Death Eaters back then. He was afraid that Voldemort would be liquidated after his resurrection and wanted to escape early!"

Harry took a breath, too many elements.

"You have to find an opportunity to quickly notify Professor Dumbledore!"

Harry murmured to himself, although he didn't know why Snape was so confident ~www.readwn.com~, he still thought it was necessary to tell Dumbledore about it, so he made up his mind to return to the auditorium immediately. .

"You don't need to notify Professor Dumbledore about this kind of trifle, because he already knew it! Otherwise, why do you think Snape doesn't care so much? Of course it's arrogant..."

Hearing this familiar voice, Harry turned around abruptly, Carl was standing where he was just standing, still holding a glass of red wine in his hand, looking disapproving.

"Don't think too much!" Carl waved his hand to him, beckoning him not to spend too much time on this.

"Carl, do you know anything else?!" Harry stared at Carl, trying 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, replied flatly, and then his figure disappeared instantly.

He wouldn't tell Harry his plan, or how would he squeeze the wool?

Harry frowned and looked a little depressed, and sighed helplessly. He always felt that Karl had something to hide from himself, but he couldn't ask anything for a while, so he had to return to the auditorium reluctantly.

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

"Okay, it's late! I think the best thing you should do now is to take a good night's rest and welcome the Christmas holiday!"

Dumbledore let go of Professor McGonagall's hand and restored everything to its original state in the eyes of everyone...

"Let's go, we should go back!" Naiyali fluffed her silver hair, pulling Carl out of the auditorium with unconsciousness.

It was snowing outside, and a Christmas tree with neon lights appeared every few steps.