Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

But Dylan and Ginny were completely oblivious to the stares of those around them.

They can not only dance to the rhythm, but also keep up with the beat of the music precisely. Every step they take is exactly on the beat of the melody, and their skirts sway gently with their movements, drawing beautiful arcs.

After an unknown amount of time, the melodious music gradually faded to its last note.

It was only then that Dylan and Ginny slowly came to their senses, looked away from each other, and gazed at the surrounding dance floor.

The dance floor was now much larger, and the warriors who were originally the focus were gradually submerged by more students joining in the dance. Everyone was immersed in the joyful atmosphere, swaying their bodies to the music.

Madame Maxim's tall figure stood out in the crowd. As the music ended, she and her dance partner stopped dancing and exchanged a few words with each other.

Professor Aurora Seneca, who teaches astronomy, was also on the dance floor, and her dance partner was none other than Professor Moody.

After the music ended, Professor Sinister looked at Moody's wooden prosthetic leg and visibly relaxed, as if he had been worried about tripping over it and was finally at ease.

People on the dance floor stopped what they were doing and burst into enthusiastic applause, both for the wonderful performance of the quirky sisters band and for the company of their dance partners.

The band members waved to the audience, and the drummer picked up his drumsticks and tapped them a few times, producing a crisp rhythm. Then, a much more upbeat piece of music filled the auditorium, instantly making the atmosphere more lively.

Dylan looked at Luna, whose smile remained bright, and couldn't help but ask with a smile, "Ms. Ginny, how did I do just now? Did I pass your test?"

“Hmm…” Ginny deliberately dragged out her words, looking at him with her eyes crinkling, and said with a hint of playfulness, “I was so focused on getting the rhythm just now that I didn’t really feel your movements very clearly. Maybe there’s still room for improvement.”

“Then how about…” Dylan listened to the cheerful new tune, a smile flashing in his eyes, and suggested, “Shall we dance another song? This time I’ll be even more focused, so you can really assess me.”

“Okay! This time I’ll be very serious and I won’t be distracted!” Ginny nodded seriously, but as soon as she finished speaking, she couldn’t help but laugh. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Dylan laughing too, and her cheeks blushed slightly.

The next few pieces were all upbeat in style, with dense drumbeats and lively melodies.

Dylan and Ginny were completely immersed in the joy of dancing, swaying their bodies to the music with boundless energy, every spin and jump brimming with vitality, their faces always beaming with happy smiles.

When the song ended, Ginny stopped, panting slightly, a beautiful blush rising on her cheeks, as if dyed by the sunset.

Because she was dancing with such gusto, the red hair on her forehead and temples was soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her skin, with a few stray strands hanging in front of her eyes, adding to her charmingly innocent appearance.

In comparison, Dylan's physical condition is much better.

He looked at Ginny's flushed cheeks and sweaty hair, and couldn't help but reach out and gently brush away the stray hairs that were blocking her eyes with his fingertips.

Then, he turned slightly to the side and bent his arms: "We've been jumping for so long, shall we find a place to rest?"

Ginny obediently took his arm, and as soon as they touched, Dylan felt a noticeable weight on it.

Clearly, the long hours of dancing had taken a toll on her energy.

But the weight quickly lessened, and Dylan immediately realized that Ginny didn't want to exert herself too much, so she subtly adjusted her posture to reduce the burden on her arms.

Noticing this, Dylan smiled slightly.

He used magic to make Ginny's body lighter, so that she wouldn't feel out of control and the weight of her body would be reduced.

"What magic did you use?" Ginny instantly felt her body lighten, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. She immediately guessed Dylan's actions, looked up at him, and her eyes were full of curiosity.

"It's just a very simple levitation spell."

Just then, a clear voice suddenly rang out: "Dylan! Ginny! You two danced so well!"

The two looked in the direction of the voice and saw Colin Crevy standing in front of them, holding his camera and looking excited. His eyes were shining with excitement: "I guarantee it! You two are definitely the most coordinated and wonderful pair of dancers of all the warriors! I just took a lot of pictures of you dancing, and every single one of them is amazing!"

Dylan looked at the camera in his hand and asked with a smile, "Colin, why aren't you dancing with your partner? Are you resting because you're tired, like us?"

“I still prefer taking photos. Compared to dancing, a camera seems to suit me better.” Colin Crevy’s face instantly turned red. He scratched his head a little embarrassedly and lowered his voice. “I’m not really good at dancing. I’m always worried about stepping on my dance partner’s feet. Taking photos is much more comfortable.”

Dylan smiled, asked no further questions, and took Ginny's arm, walking away from the dance floor.

There were a few unused chairs there, making it a relatively quiet and suitable place to rest.

Colin Crevy followed them over, stood in front of the two, and excitedly pulled up the photos he had just taken from his camera, showing them one by one: "Look, this is Cedric and Cho Chang, and Harry and Ginny. I took a lot of pictures of them."

As he flipped through the photos, he explained, “My main subjects are all you warriors. Before each photo shoot, I always ask for your permission. I also tell them that I will take three photos in a row. Two will be given to the warrior and their dance partner as souvenirs, and I will submit the last one to the Hogwarts Gazette. As a result, everyone is happy to cooperate. Even warriors like Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum did not refuse my request.”

Dylan looked at the happy faces in the photos and nodded with a smile: "Your idea is very thoughtful. This will definitely make more people willing to have their pictures taken."

He naturally didn't refuse Colin's request to take a photo, after all, it was a rare memento of the Christmas ball. Ginny looked at the photos of herself and Dylan dancing, a gentle smile on her face, and said softly, "When the photos are developed, I plan to show Mom and Dad one of the group photos."

Colin immediately replied, "No problem! I'll send the photos over as soon as I develop them, so you can send your postcards without any delay!"

After Colin left with a heart full of joy, Dylan reached out and gently straightened the two unused chairs next to him, then carefully adjusted their positions to ensure that the two of them could comfortably sit down and talk face to face before gesturing for Ginny to sit down.

As soon as Ginny sat down, she felt a noticeable soreness in her legs. After all, she had danced to several fast-paced songs in a row, and her feet and calves had been overexerted.

She glanced around discreetly and noticed that everyone was either dancing on the dance floor or chatting at the tables in the distance, with no one paying attention to her. So, under the cover of the tablecloth, she quietly stretched her legs forward to relax her tense muscles, and sure enough, she felt much more comfortable.

But just as she straightened her leg, her toe accidentally touched the tip of Dylan's shoe. The cool fabric made her instantly pull her leg back like a startled rabbit.

She secretly glanced at Dylan, only to meet his gaze. A blush instantly rose to her cheeks, and her heart skipped a beat, fearing that her actions had been discovered.

"So you can still order food now." Dylan didn't mention the incident of their shoes bumping together earlier. Instead, he picked up the menu on the table, his fingers lightly tracing the words on it, his tone slightly surprised. "But judging from the menu, there are only various drinks and snacks. There aren't any formal meals like at the previous dinner party. Would you like something to drink or eat?"

Hearing this, Ginny secretly breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed he hadn't noticed their shoes touching.

A faint smile played on her lips, her eyes filled with trust: "I'm not very familiar with these drinks, so why don't you decide? I think your choices will suit my taste!"

“Okay.” Dylan nodded, spread the menu on the table, and began to look at it carefully, muttering to himself as he looked, “I didn’t expect the ball to offer so many kinds of drinks, hot drinks and cold drinks, and several kinds of special juices. I have to choose carefully.”

“Then we need your advice even more to make the right choice!” Ginny smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. While Dylan was focused on the menu, she quietly stretched her leg forward again, this time deliberately letting her toes touch Dylan’s shoes and gently nudge them.

Dylan continued looking down at the menu, seemingly oblivious to the touch from the tip of his shoe.

Ginny blinked, looking just like a Niffler discovering something shiny—curious yet with a hint of slyness.

She carefully pressed her toes against Dylan's shoe tips, sometimes applying gentle pressure, sometimes relaxing slightly, while keeping a close eye on Dylan's expression to see if he reacted.

A few seconds later, a faint smile suddenly appeared on Dylan's lips. He looked up at Ginny with a hint of amusement in his eyes and asked in a relaxed tone, "Do you think we look like two bulls quietly wrestling?"

Upon hearing this, Ginny instantly realized that he had actually discovered it long ago, and had even described their little interaction in such a vivid way. Her red hair swayed slightly.

“Ginny, let’s try these two!” Dylan’s gaze returned to the menu, and he quickly made a decision. “Honey lemon ginger tea and hot citrus drink, both are hot drinks, which will warm us up and relieve the fatigue from dancing.”

As soon as he finished speaking, two exquisite white porcelain cups appeared out of thin air on the table. The cups were filled with steaming hot drinks, with a faint steam rising from them. The sweet and fruity aromas mixed together, making one feel relaxed and happy just by smelling them.

Ginny picked up the hot citrus drink first, took a small sip, and the sweet and sour citrus flavor and refreshing lemon flavor spread in her mouth, with a hint of spice. The taste was refreshing and thirst-quenching. After drinking it, the heat from dancing instantly dissipated, and she even felt much more awake.

Then she tried the honey lemon ginger tea. The first taste was the sweetness of the honey, followed by the slight sourness of the lemon, and finally a hint of ginger spiciness lingered in her throat. The warmth slid down her esophagus into her stomach, making her whole body feel warm and relieving the soreness in her legs.

"Both of them are delicious, thank you."

During this time, male or female students from other colleges would occasionally come over and invite them to dance on the dance floor, but each time they would politely decline with a smile.

Midway through, several dance partners came over to rest, including Draco and his partner Astoria Greengrass.

Draco maintained his usual elegant demeanor, but his brows showed less of their usual indifference and more relaxation. Astoria sat quietly beside him, and the two occasionally exchanged a few words in hushed tones, creating a very peaceful atmosphere.

Astoria Greengrass, who was next to Draco, was exceptionally thin and looked much more slender than girls her age, as if a gust of wind could blow her over.

Her face was sickly pale, with no improvement over the years, and even her lips were bloodless. Occasionally, she would subconsciously raise her hand to cover her chest and furrow her brows slightly, as if she were enduring some kind of discomfort.

At these times, an unnatural blush would appear on her pale cheeks, a stark contrast to her usual deathly pallor, making her look particularly striking.

Despite her frail health, Astoria was surprisingly cheerful.

She had barely sat down when she started chatting with Ginny next to her. The conversation ranged from the decorations for the ball to her favorite classes. Her tone was light and cheerful, and she had a faint smile on her face. She showed no signs of being bothered by her physical discomfort.

Ginny had a nice personality, and the two quickly hit it off, often laughing together over some interesting topic.

Dylan sat to the side, listening to their conversation, his gaze occasionally falling on Astoria.

In the magical world, wizards are generally more resilient than ordinary people, unless they suffer from special magical diseases that cause lasting damage, such as wolf transformation that occurs every full moon, the excruciatingly painful dragonpox, and motion sickness that causes extreme discomfort with all kinds of transportation. These diseases are difficult to cure completely with ordinary magic and will affect the wizard's life for a long time.

In addition, certain special curses can cause wizards to develop incurable diseases.

Like the legendary Blood Curse, a wizard afflicted by this curse gradually loses the ability to think rationally, their reason is slowly devoured, and they eventually lose their human form, transforming into a mindless beast, a fate from which there is no hope for the rest of their life. (End of Chapter)