Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 300, Chapter 298: At that moment, everyone fell silent.

Neville was wearing a very traditional, old-fashioned, pure black European-style suit. Its only distinguishing feature was its lack of any distinctive features; it was a very conventional style. It was probably chosen for him by Mrs. Longbottom. This tall, robust young man, who always wore a shy smile, was entering the hall with his dance partner.

Compared to Neville, Luna, his dance partner, was dressed much more uniquely. She wore a dress made of silver sequins that shimmered under the lights.

The two walked to the large round table at the end of the hall and sat down, facing the gazes of the crowd.

Next was Draco, who wore a slightly flamboyant burgundy tuxedo. Combined with his platinum blonde hair and light gray eyes, he exuded a unique aristocratic air and was quite handsome, attracting the attention of many young witches.

Astoria, her dance partner, wore an emerald green dress today. Her long golden hair flowed in the wind, her blue eyes were captivating, and the shallow dimples on her cheeks, combined with her petite figure compared to her peers, gave people a strong sense of protectiveness.

Many wizards were amazed at how quickly Draco acted, while secretly regretting that they hadn't discovered such a lovely girl sooner.

Next up is Harry. His chosen tuxedo is also pure black, but the style is much more fashionable than Neville's, and even more eye-catching than the styles of many wizards present. It was a style that Dudley spent a lot of money to have custom-made by a French tuxedo designer. The faint scar on his forehead, combined with his emerald green eyes, adds a lot of mystery to him. If he had a more melancholic temperament, combined with his already good looks, he would definitely have captured the hearts of a lot of little witches.

His dance partner, Ginny, wore a dress in green and pink, which gave off a sweet vibe. Unfortunately, the star buttons on the dress were a bit too cartoonish. Luckily, Ginny was pretty enough to pull it off.

Then there's Ron from the Disciplined Group, wearing the outfit Mrs. Weasley sent him, which he jokingly calls a drab medieval dress. His overall appearance isn't as bad as one might imagine; after all, this outfit, with its unknown history, was once a fashion trend.

Ron could have easily changed into a different suit; he had more than enough Galon to get one. But despite his constant complaints, he still chose this suit.

Ron loves his family and values ​​them the most.

If Ginny's dress has a cartoonish style, then Ron's dance partner, Miss Lavender Brown's dress is full of girlish charm. The entire dress is predominantly pink, even the headband is pink.

Just two minutes before the ball was about to officially begin, a man and a woman arrived late.

Dudley and Hermione.

The former sported a distinctive slicked-back hairstyle and wore a custom-made pure black tuxedo with a black U-shaped shawl collar, single-breasted, three-button low-waisted vest underneath. She paired it with narrow-legged trousers with side blouses, and a wing-collar French-sleeved shirt made of natural mother-of-pearl. A pure black bow tie, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, with sharp angles at the lower lapel, created a distinct and layered look. Undoubtedly, it was a wide-lapel peak lapel. Finally, a delicate rose adorned her chest.

This is Dali's look today.

As for Hermione, there's no need to elaborate; she's someone even Roberts, who's always been confident in her looks, genuinely admires.

The flowing light purple-blue dress (pink in the movie) and Dudley's black tuxedo complemented each other, making the two of them instantly catch everyone's eye when they appeared.

At that moment, the entire auditorium became very quiet, as if time had been stopped by pressing the "Zewarudo" button, and the two of them walked into the auditorium step by step.

What a beautiful picture of beauty and the beast.

Almost all the young male witches were screaming in their hearts, while all the young female witches wanted to be the beautiful one with the beast.

At the professors' table, Lucius and Bagman were absent, Karkaroff stared absently at the cup in front of him, Madam Maxim was completely absorbed by Hagrid sitting next to her, Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione with gentle eyes, Moody waved the water jug ​​in his hand at the two of them, and Snape had a rare slight smile on his lips, seemingly in a very good mood.

"Everyone has arrived, so I hereby declare the ball officially open!"

Enjoy it to the fullest!

Dumbledore smiled and spoke, and it was clear that he was genuinely happy at that moment.

As people get older, they enjoy being around people.

"Warriors, come up on stage! It's time for you to lead the dance."

As a slow, melancholic melody began to play, four warriors, each with their partner, stepped into the brightly lit dance floor.

All the young wizards in the room focused their attention on the eight of them.

There is no fixed dance, no fixed movements, and not even a fixed rhythm. It's all about improvisation; you can dance however you want.

Fleur and Viktor, holding hands with their respective partners, immediately got into the swing of things and began performing an impromptu dance. As a Quidditch star player, Viktor was naturally no stranger to dancing, and Fleur was even more so, as the magic school in 'romantic' France had a special dance curriculum.

Even Harry joined in Ginny's slightly clumsy dance.

The only ones standing on the field who haven't made a move yet are Hermione and Dudley.

"Dali, I've never seen you dance before. I learned a little bit from reading books. You can follow my rhythm slowly."

Hermione moved closer to Dali and whispered.

She thought it was because Dali wasn't very good at dancing.

Indeed, Dali was not good at dancing.

However, his so-called lack of skill is not quite the same as Hermione's understanding of lack of skill.

"Oh, I've been underestimated."

Dudley took the rose from the tucked end of his suit jacket and gently sniffed it.

Then he gently put his arm around Hermione's slender waist.

"Hermione, I didn't tell you this, but I'm actually pretty good at dancing."

Dudley whispered in Hermione's ear, his warm breath tickling her. The close contact caused a blush to rise in Hermione's cheeks.

Gently take Hermione's soft little hand in his.

"Are you ready, my princess?"

"Don't resist later."

The slight doubt that Hermione had just felt about Dudley's words vanished after Dudley's next move.

Dance LV5 activated!

As the two dancers rose to their feet, they once again successfully attracted the attention of the entire audience.

Everyone, whether they could dance or not, fell silent at this moment.

(End of this chapter)