Hogwarts Wizarding Journey

Hermione was both complaining and happy about Bell's previous behavior.

What I complained about was that they were in the Gryffindor common room before! How could they do such a thing in public?

How shameful!

What makes her happy is that, apparently, the makeup she carefully prepared successfully captured Bell. She felt a strong affection from the other party's previous actions.

It’s not a waste of an afternoon of preparation!

You know, she rarely spends too much time on makeup. If she has that time, wouldn't it be good to read two more books?

Therefore, after putting on makeup this afternoon, Hermione felt like she was almost cross-eyed.

"Speaking of which, Bell, why are you wearing this outfit?"

Hermione asked confused.

Only then did she realize that Bell was not wearing a dress, but the dark gray combat uniform.

Although this long trench coat looked quite handsome on Bell. But they were going to attend the Yule Ball next, and they were not going to participate in pre-war mobilization. Bell's outfit always made Hermione feel uncomfortable.

A sense of harmony.

"I don't want to wear that kind of dress. Not only is it troublesome to put on, but it also feels uncomfortable after putting it on. It's even inconvenient to draw the wand."

Bell hates wearing those fancy clothes.

Look at those little wizards in all their glory, they all look like peacocks with their tails open, which makes them look awkward.

"Why are you drawing your wand? We are going to a dance next!"

Hermione looked at her boyfriend speechlessly.

She now seriously suspected that Bell had trained his brain stupidly by training every day.

Of course Bell is not stupid, he is very smart.

Also, don’t forget that Bell studied under Professor Moody. This is the same persecutory delusion as Professor Moody.

and……

"This is Hogwarts. Even if we are suddenly attacked by terrorists during the dance, it is not surprising at all."

"How is that possible? Hogwarts is the safest place in the wizarding world in Britain."

Hermione, who was deeply poisoned by rumors, still naively believed in the non-existent safety in Hogwarts.

"Are you serious?"

Quirrell in the first grade, the Basilisk in the second grade, the Dementors in the third grade, God knows what kind of ghosts and monsters will suddenly pop up in the fourth grade. Only a stupid person would believe that Hogwarts is safe.

Ahem, Bell didn't mean to think that his girlfriend was mentally retarded. His Hermione was smart.

What he means is, well...that's what it's all about anyway, everyone understands it.

"..."

Maybe it was the look in Bell's brainless look that stimulated memories of the past, causing Hermione to recall what she had experienced over the years.

Or maybe he's just too lazy to argue with Bell, an idiot.

In short, Hermione rolled her eyes and stopped dwelling on the matter.

Anyway, no matter what she said, Belle would not change her clothes honestly. Moreover, the dance was about to start, and there was not much time for Belle to change her clothes now.

Holding each other's arms, Bell and Hermione walked into the auditorium.

At this time, the auditorium was brightly lit.

All the tables and chairs usually used for dining have disappeared, replaced by exquisite and luxurious sofas and coffee tables placed against the wall, leaving a wide stage in the center of the auditorium.

The logos representing the three magic schools are hung on the wall facing the gate. Various decorations are either placed on the coffee table or suspended in mid-air.

It has to be said that many items that are extremely precious to Muggles are really within easy reach for wizards with magical powers.

Hermione's cheeks turned red with excitement when she saw that it was 'unrecognizable' and decorated in a way that did not look like a human auditorium.

She hugged Bell's arm tightly, looking forward to the next dance.

After Dumbledore's usual brief speech, the four warriors participating in the Triwizard Tournament held hands with their dance partners and walked slowly onto the stage amidst the cheers of the crowd.

At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on Furong in the center of the field.

As for the others?

Is there anyone else here?

It has to be said that after the already beautiful Furong was carefully dressed up and put on a gorgeous evening dress, even the bright moon in the sky was eclipsed in front of her.

At this moment, countless little wizards were physically attacked by their dancing partners.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no time to change, these little witches would have wanted to kick their piggy-looking partner to death.

"Why are you pinching me?"

Bell looked at Hermione next to him with a puzzled expression.

"What do you think? Isn't Furong pretty? Are you very excited?"

Hermione gritted her teeth and stared at Bell, as if she would bite Bell's throat out immediately if he dared to spit out the word 'yes'.

"It's very beautiful, but I'm not moved."

Bell said honestly.

While speaking, in order to ensure his own personal safety, he deliberately put his hand on Hermione's head. Once Hermione had a tendency to become violent, he would immediately suppress her.

He has no intention of replacing the four pairs of boys and girls in the party and becoming the new focus of the ball.

"Hmph! Do you regret it? Regret that you didn't invite Fleur as your dance partner? Let me ask you why you refused to invite me in the first place. You must have been struggling for a long time, right?"

Hermione said angrily.

"Ha!? What are you talking about...No, don't cry! How could I want to invite anyone else besides you!"

Seeing steam appear in Hermione's eyes, Bell was frightened.

No, what did he do? Didn't he just stand here and not move? This is not okay?

"Then you, then you refused to invite me no matter what you said before!"

In fact, Hermione's grievances have been accumulating in her heart for a long time.

Ever since she learned that there would be a grand Christmas ball held at Hogwarts this Christmas, she had been looking forward to dancing with Bell in the ball.

Especially after receiving the evening dress carefully prepared by Bell for her, Hermione was so happy that she couldn't sleep well for several days.

But in the end, Bell just disappeared like that!?

God knows how she felt at that time.

No, maybe even the sky doesn’t know. Because in her eyes, the sky has fallen!

The tortured Hermione hinted or explicitly told Bell time and time again, but her expectations were only replaced by disappointments.

She didn't even know how she survived those days.

Fortunately, Bell finally invited her. This made Hermione happy, but also felt even more aggrieved.

And this grievance that had been accumulated for a long time suddenly burst out after seeing the dazzling Hibiscus in the field.

Hermione hated Fleur, hated her delicate face, hated her long silky hair, hated her tall and sexy figure...

In short, she hates everything about the other person! Very, very much!