After everyone had almost eaten, Dumbledore stood up and asked his classmates to stand up too. Then he waved his wand, and all the tables flew to the wall, leaving a clearing in the middle. He turned into a high stage, sticking to the base of the right wall, with a set of drums, a few guitars, a lute (poet), a cello and a few organs.

At this time, the weird sisters rushed onto the stage together, and the audience burst into warm applause like thunder. Their hair was very thick, wearing black robes that were deliberately torn to pieces. They picked up their own instruments and played them.

"We have to start, Hermione." Silver pulled Hermione and walked into the brightly lit dance floor with the rest of the warriors and their respective partners.

Silver and Hermione cooperated very well - in a slow, sad song of the weird sisters, their graceful dance became the focus of the dance floor.

"I never knew you were so good at dancing." Malfoy and Parkinson passed by Silver. "Maybe you should teach Porter."

Silver's lips raised: "I don't have such interest. If you like, just go by yourself. Don't instigate me to trouble the savior. How come my dance partner, Miss Granger, is also from Gryffindor, right?"

Malfoy did not answer, and Parkinson slowly headed towards Harry Potter in the corner of the dance floor. It seemed that he wanted to "guid" the savior who frequently stepped on his dance companion feet.

"He's really annoying." Hermione frowned, "a disgusting aristocratic tone."

Silver laughed, "Hermione, the guy who dances with you is also a 'disgusting' nobleman."

But he couldn't laugh quickly - Hermione deliberately stepped on him several times.

Mad-eyed Moody was very clumsy in the two-step dance with Professor Sinista, who nervously avoided his wooden prosthetic legs. Dumbledore was waltz with Mrs. Maxim. Dumbledore was tall, but compared with Mrs. Maxim, he became a dwarf - his pointed hat just touched her chin. However, for such a big woman, her dancing steps were really elegant.

The organ played the last trembling note, and Silver couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Hermione seemed to fall in love with the sport of footsteps, which made him miserable. The weird sisters stopped playing, and warm applause burst out in the auditorium again.

"Let's go and rest, Hermione." Silver showed a pleading look. Hermione was proud and nodded proudly like the victor.

They sat down at a table.

"Have you had fun, Hermione." Silver poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice, and at the same time poured Hermione a glass.

"Uh, it feels wonderful, maybe it's happy." Hermione suddenly felt at a loss. She suddenly lowered her head, "I thought no one would invite me as a dance partner. When you invited me, I was really--really happy, I thought you would invite Padma or Parvati..."

"Stop saying anything stupid." Silver held Hermione's hand, "I'm not those guys who are blind." He cleared his throat, "What's more, the world's number one golfer seems to agree with my aesthetic view."

Hermione was a little moved, and after hearing this, she kicked him angrily and amusedly. "Say some crazy words."

There was a commotion on the other end of the dance floor, as if something had happened. Silver saw the crazy-eyed man Moody kicking his wooden legs and walking away from the crowd.

"Do you want to see what's going on?" Hermione asked.

"Forget it, it's just a jealous fight. What's there to see?" Silver reached out to Hermione, "Miss Granger, can you dance with me again?"
Chapter completed!