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Meanwhile, Hermione started chatting with Fleur, but Levin sensed a strong tension between them.
Krum sat silently in his seat, while Estella beside him occasionally spoke to him.
But Krum didn't respond, appearing distracted, his eyes occasionally glancing at Hermione with a hint of surprise.
When he invited Hermione to the ball, he never expected her to be so stunning.
In the past, schools used to have buffets where all the food was placed on the tables, and you could eat whatever you wanted.
This year's Christmas dance party has undergone a small change; it has been changed from a buffet to a self-service selection.
Indeed, each person had a gleaming gold plate in front of them, but there was no food inside. Next to the plate was a small menu.
Dumbledore examined his menu carefully, then looked at the plate and said very clearly, "Pork chop."
The pork chop appeared immediately.
As expected of Hogwarts, they always like to come up with new tricks.
At this moment, Levin felt incredibly fortunate that Western dish names were simply a collection of words based on the ingredients and cooking methods.
For example, "Caucasian-style braised chicken with chopped cilantro and German-style thick sauce," or something like that.
It doesn't pursue a certain artistic conception like some Chinese cuisines.
Otherwise, if you were presented with "dark clouds obscuring the sun" or "snow falling on a volcano," who would know that seaweed and egg drop soup is just a dish of tomatoes with sugar?
The wizards, imitating Dumbledore, began ordering food.
Hermione ordered a lamb stew with potatoes and ate it in small bites.
As the girl ate, her face grew increasingly red, even though the dish wasn't spicy at all.
Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer and turned to Levin: "Can't you just stop looking at me?"
It was incredibly embarrassing to be stared at while eating by a boy in public.
Levin smiled slightly: "I can not look at it, but you have to share some of the food on your plate with me."
"You can order whatever you like!" Hermione said coquettishly.
But seeing that Levin was watching her, she decided to compromise and forked a piece of lamb from her plate and placed it on Levin's plate.
But Levin shook his head and pointed to his open mouth.
"Can't you eat it yourself?" Hermione was embarrassed and indignant, but she still put the piece of mutton into Levin's mouth when not many people were looking at them.
“This is more interesting to eat.” Levin chewed on the lamb, feeling that the food she brought would taste better, and looked at Hermione again.
"Don't even think about it!" The little witch shook her head resolutely; quite a few people had already seen what happened.
Levin shrugged helplessly and looked away.
Fleur witnessed the whole scene. If she could replace Hermione, she would even be willing to let her feed Levin in public.
Unfortunately, there was someone between them.
Tonks looked at him with a half-smile, as if he were looking at his mischievous younger brother.
As for Krum, he was so jealous he was practically grinding his teeth to powder.
Ron watched Hermione and Levin flirting and felt increasingly regretful.
Suddenly, a chicken leg was stuffed into my mouth.
"What are you doing, Harry!" He glared at the person next to him, but his angry words turned into a coquettish tone.
I still find it very difficult to get used to.
“I noticed you were looking over there… I thought you’d like it,” Harry said, a little embarrassed.
For some reason, he always felt a strong urge to do something for Ron in his presence.
“I! Don’t! Need!” Ron said, enunciating each word clearly.
She had only reluctantly drunk Levine's potion in the first place, simply to avoid embarrassing Harry.
As agreed beforehand, everyone should just go through the motions and get through the dance—he didn't really want to be a girl anyway.
To everyone's surprise, Harry actually started to become quite engrossed in it.
The entire dinner lasted for nearly half an hour. Around 8 p.m., after the food was finished, Dumbledore slowly stood up.
"Alright, everyone, I think you've all eaten and drunk your fill, right?"
Dumbledore's gaze swept across the entire Great Hall. Seeing no one object, he cleared the plates and food scraps from the table, then gestured for everyone to stand up.
"Then let us begin the ball!" Dumbledore's booming voice echoed through the Great Hall, as he raised his wand high and waved it lightly.
As if guided by something, all the tables and chairs in the auditorium flew automatically to the wall and piled up together, leaving a large open space in the middle. Then, a towering stage rose from the ground out of thin air, on which sat a drum set, several guitars, a lute, a cello, and several organs.
Professor McGonagall walked onto the stage and gave a brief opening speech:
"Merry Christmas, and may you enjoy a well-mannered and frivolous evening."
The image shows a reference style for Levin's formal wear.
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Chapter 346 Levin's Overt Scheme
From the VIP seats, several strangely dressed male wizards walked onto the stage. They all had exceptionally thick hair and wore deliberately tattered black robes.
"It's the Weird Sisters Band!"
Inside the auditorium, people quickly recognized them and shouted excitedly, while others applauded to welcome the most famous band in the magical world.
Although they are called sisters, they are not actually a pair of female singers; they are a pop duo consisting of both men and women.
These people all had afro hairstyles and wore black robes that were deliberately torn to shreds.
Levin appreciated their music but was unimpressed by their makeup.
Seeing them always reminds Levin of the Funeral Love Family from his past life.
The quirky sisters picked up their instruments as soon as they stepped on stage.
The lanterns on the table were all extinguished, and Hermione and the other six warriors, along with their dance partners, stood up.
Levin stood up gracefully, bowed slightly, extended his hand, and smiled:
"May I dance with you tonight, Miss Granger?"
“Of course, I’d be happy to, Mr. Green!”
Hermione smiled, pursing her lips, and placed her hand on Levin's outstretched forearm.
Levin gestured and led Hermione to the center of the stage, gently placing his other hand around the girl's slender waist.
Beside them, several principals also took their dance partners.
Then, the band began to play, and melodious singing accompanied by the slightly melancholic waltz 817 tune filled the auditorium.
Harry awkwardly pulled Ron onto the dance floor. The two had never danced together before, and their performance was terrible. Ron had never done a female step before, so he kept stepping on Ron's feet, and the two almost got into a fight because of it.
Fleur and Tonks performed much better. Fleur, who is from France, is particularly good at this. Although Tonks rarely dances, her movements as an Auror are very coordinated. Under Fleur's guidance, she quickly got into the swing of things.
Dumbledore was waltzing with Mrs. Maxime, and compared to her, he looked like a dwarf; the top of his pointed hat barely touched her chin.
However, for a woman of such a large stature, her dance steps are quite elegant.
Mad-Eye Moody awkwardly dances a couplet with Professor Sinesta, an astronomy professor who is a black man and nervously dodging his wooden prosthetic leg.
On the dance floor, Levin and Hermione locked eyes, a hazy, blush-inducing, and alluring feeling spreading between them.
Even though Hermione had long since gotten used to Levin's touch through repeated Animagus training,
But dancing in public is a different matter altogether.
Hermione felt as if the boy's hands had magic; the mere touch of their fingertips brought a tingling, strange sensation that made her head spin and her dance steps become somewhat chaotic. Before she knew it, she almost stepped on Levin's foot.
She is truly skilled in this area.
Seeing this, Levin couldn't help but shake his head.
Then a thought occurred to me.
Hermione's psychic powers activated instantly, and she immediately felt a connection between her mind and the boy before her.
My thoughts and feelings are completely exposed to the other person. My shyness, passion and love are known to them.
This made her cheeks flush instantly.
What stirred her heart even more was the emotion emanating from the other person—their pity, infatuation, and the barely perceptible, dark desires, all laid bare.
This feeling intoxicated her.
Of course, along with the emotions conveyed, the other person's next actions and dance steps were also relayed.
Hermione completely relaxed and handed over all the initiative to Levin.
Then, she felt her body light and airy, and was being carried and swayed by Levin.
Although Levin had never danced either, his athletic ability far surpassed Hermione's.
As he recalled the dance steps he had seen before, he used his extraordinary aptitude to quickly catch up with the best dancers, leading Hermione in twirling movements on the dance floor to the rhythm of the music.
With the help of their telepathic connection, their synchronization rate increased rapidly, as if they were controlling a giant robot in the Pacific Rim. Their movements became more and more skillful and their teamwork more and more seamless.
Soon, Levin began to try some more complex dance moves.
Spinning, jumping, heel raises, cross steps, weaving steps—a variety of intricate and gorgeous dance steps were performed one after another by the two seemingly in unison. Hermione's blue skirt fluttered continuously, and the starlight in the spinning dance resembled a galaxy, creating a stark contrast with the young wizards around them who were just learning to dance.
At this moment, the whole world seemed to revolve around the two of them.
Dazzled by the magnificent dance moves, many people involuntarily stopped and stared in amazement.
Watching them dance is a pure pleasure.