A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 651 Christmas Ball

Chapter 651 Christmas Ball (Part Two)

The magnificent white dress with gold trim was woven from unicorn hair and the silk of an eight-eyed giant spider, and adorned with numerous gold and silver threads.

The materials alone were expensive, not to mention that the entire dress was designed and made by Mrs. Malkin.

Now, it fits William perfectly, highlighting his tall and slender figure.

After changing into his formal attire, William headed towards the Room of Requirement a few minutes earlier than the agreed time.

He pushed open the door and entered, noticing that the room's decor had changed slightly.

A carved dressing table stood in the center of the room, and Hermione was sitting in a soft chair, doing her makeup in front of the mirror.

"Is it already time, William?" Her voice was soft and sweet, tinged with a hint of panic.

"No, there's still some time. I'm just too early," William said as he walked over.

"Yes, I'll be done soon too!" Hermione slowly stood up and turned to look at William.

He was stunned for a moment.

Hermione wore a gorgeous light blue embroidered long dress with a beaded collar, paired with a ruby necklace and diamond earrings.

Her hair was no longer messy, but smooth and shiny, and was tied into an elegant bun at the back of her head.

She also wore a small silver tiara set with twelve shimmering teardrop-shaped diamonds.

This is a headdress made by fairies. During summer vacation, when the "debt-collecting duo" went to Gringotts to collect a debt, the girl saw it and liked it, so William bought it for her.

At this moment, under William's direct gaze, Hermione blushed deeply, gathered her skirt, and lowered her head to speak softly:

"What's wrong? Is something off? Do you look ugly?"

"No, no... I just..."

William stammered a little when he spoke for the first time, something he had never done before when he saw Fleur or Barbara, that cold and aloof vampire...

"Just what?" Hermione walked over lightly with her hands behind her back, exuding an alluring fragrance.

The aroma... fragrant but not greasy, it was simply irresistible.

At this moment, the girl's face flushed red, making her even more charming.

"Is it pretty?" Hermione touched her burning face.

William grasped Hermione's small hand that was stroking his cheek, and unconsciously kneaded it, saying, "Beautiful...you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

"I don't believe it!" Hermione blinked, her face flushed, and said.

Aunt Lyanna told me that you can't believe what boys say, especially sweet talk.

She also told me to keep a close eye on you, so you wouldn't... run away.

"Forget the first part, just remember the second part." William stared intently at Hermione's stunningly beautiful face.

After being carefully dressed up, Hermione was even three points prettier than Fleur.

The girl lowered her head, then looked up at him intently, and nodded earnestly:

"Don't worry, you'll never get rid of me in this lifetime. Wherever you go, I'll follow!"

Perhaps because she wasn't used to saying such direct words of love, Hermione's eyes and cheeks were almost dripping with tears.

William pinched her nose and smiled, "Let's go, we should go to the ball."

You're a warrior... and the leading lady tonight, you can't be late.

Hermione obediently hummed in agreement and gently took William's arm.

……

The auditorium entrance was already packed with students.

Instead of everyone wearing uniform black robes, they were dressed in colorful gowns.

The girls were all dressed up in their finest attire, spending all their time and energy on their appearance and wearing the most precious jewelry.

Harry stood in the crowd, searching for Cho.

Although Qiu wasn't his dance partner, just seeing her from afar... was enough for tonight, and he could finally get a good night's sleep.

"Harry, what are you looking for?" Parvati asked, frowning.

Harry's dance partner, Parvati, is a beautiful Indian witch.

The girl wore a striking pink robe, her jet-black hair was braided with gold ribbons, and her gold bracelet glittered on her wrist.

It looks beautiful and has a curry flavor.

"I'm looking for Ron," Harry lied.

"Ron? Has he found a dance partner yet?" Parvati asked gleefully. "I heard he got into a fight with Seamus."

Harry said awkwardly, "Found it, it's Lavender."

Parvati also has a younger sister named Padma, who is a student at Ravenclaw College.

The two are a pair of beautiful twin lotus flowers.

Harry had wanted Padma to be Ron's dance partner, but she refused outright, saying she didn't like dark wizards.

That's why Ron went to Lavender.

Harry looked around again but didn't see Seamus.

He probably didn't come to the ball because he didn't have a dance partner.

Although it sounds tragic, the good thing is... he won't be fighting with Ron at the ball.

"Ron, over here!" Harry suddenly waved.

Ron walked over awkwardly, wearing a dark purple velvet dress with a neckline trimmed with what looked like moldy ruffles.

Lavender was also with him.

Lavender wore a bright red robe and thick lipstick. Her foundation was also frighteningly thick, making her neck and face a distinctly different color.

She clung to Ron, a bright smile on her face, and gave him a tight hug.

From a distance, it looked as if Lavender was holding Ron's head between his arms.

Harry felt incredibly embarrassed for Ron, but Lavender just kept rambling on:

"Lolo, it seems like Ximo didn't come... so the two of you won't be able to fight."

Lavender's words didn't reveal whether he was happy or disappointed.

But her expression did look like...disappointment.

She saw Harry too, and asked:

"Lolo, it's Harry. He won't fight with you, will he? I'm scared."

Ron's eyes weren't on Lavender, but rather he was looking around in the crowd.

He suddenly stopped moving and stared blankly at the wooden door.

In an instant, not only him, but almost all the male and female wizards looked towards the door and then opened their mouths wide.

A young male and female wizard walked in.

William had thick, glossy dark brown hair that curled smoothly, and dark green pupils that sparkled like emeralds.

He wore an extremely ornate white-gold robe, but otherwise hardly any other adornment.

He wore no rings or necklaces, yet he appeared even more dashing and exceptionally handsome.

Many people recognized William at a glance, and when they turned to look at the girl next to him, they all seemed somewhat lost and disoriented.

Hermione looked like a princess, wearing a crown and adorned with magnificent jewelry that shimmered with silver light.

As she walked, her long blue dress cascaded down in layers, resembling a shy, budding golden peony.

William and Hermione walked side by side, looking quite like a perfect couple, heading straight for the Great Hall.

As he passed Ron, he opened his mouth as if to say something... but William and Hermione seemed not to notice him and walked right past him.

Lavender stopped hugging Ron; her gaze was unfocused, fixed on William.

He's incredibly handsome.

She then thought to herself with jealousy, "What a pity that such an outstanding man is Granger's boyfriend!"

And that beautiful gown, with diamonds that sparkled beyond belief.

It's so sour!

It's so sour it'll give you a stomach hemorrhage!!

Luo Luo, I want one too!

……

The ball was about to begin, and Filch, still holding the list, stood impatiently at the door.

He was wearing a very old and rather outdated tailcoat with a bow tie.

Filch needed to ensure that none of the younger students who were underage were allowed into the auditorium.

After all, the Christmas ball is only for students in fourth grade and above. If you are not old enough or have not been invited, you are not allowed to enter.

He glanced at the time, feeling somewhat irritated.

Scattered here and there, a few students would always walk by at a leisurely pace.

Filch also wanted to attend the ball and ask Mrs. Pings to sing a love waltz.

Filch held the list and glared fiercely at the students.

Just as the door was about to close, a young wizard walked over.

Filch was somewhat taken aback and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

William Stark walked over, leading a little girl who looked only eight or nine years old.

He's old!

"Stark, didn't you just go in with Granger?" Filch asked warily.

William rolled his eyes and said slyly, "Can't I have two dance partners?"

"But this girl hasn't started school yet, has she?"

Filch stared at Gabrielle.