The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Seats were raised to clear the dance floor, and besides some pies and petit fours, there was whiskey and brandy and butterbeer among the crowd.

Hermione and Cyrus swayed gently in the rhythm with a waltz-like tune, and her footsteps were light. After removing titles such as "President of the Student Council" and "President", she was no different from an ordinary girl.

Mrs. Granger is hugged by her husband, and it's their first wizard's gathering... Overall, it's not bad.

Those drinks that are shaking and floating everywhere, they can raise their hands anytime and anywhere, and take the passing glasses, and then the empty wine glasses will return to the waiter's tray by themselves.

There were more dancers after Fleur and Bill, and before long the Grangers were blocked by Penello and Viktor Krum.

"When did they get married?" Hermione looked surprised, but also very happy.

"Hmm---maybe I got the right eye, but it looks quite suitable..." Cyrus staggered, looked down, and it turned out that Hermione accidentally stepped on it because she was not good at dancing. on the toes of his shoes.

Penello has always been very idealistic emotionally.

And Krum is not like Percy. During his days at Hogwarts, he was not as rough as he appeared on the surface. On the contrary, he was more careful in dealing with people... and also had observation skills.

In some cases, they can be regarded as 'complementary'.

"I'm quite worried about her mental state, tsk tsk...I'm such a good leader, there are very few people who care about 'subordinates' like me." Hermione still didn't forget to put gold on her face.

But since it's a ball, it's natural to see some drunk guests.

Those wizards would always run around when they were drunk, waving their wands. Cyrus saw some people gathered around Petunia who was at a loss, and seemed to be asking her:

On this beautiful day, why not come up for a walk?

Perhaps it was because Petunia inadvertently revealed that she was a Muggle in a panic, and then she was surrounded by those curious wizards carefully.

"Stay away from her!" Vernon suddenly rushed out of the house, holding a plow rake, "you weirdos...stay away from Petunia! I knew... that old man would never Be safe!!"

"No! Don't do that!" Penny held back her angry husband, "They didn't mean to hurt me..."

"Muggles... really Muggles?" said Elphias Dorje, one of the members of the Order of the Phoenix, "weasleys and the others invited them? Oh... spread out, you bastards... .Didn't you see that other people were terrified?"

The old man in the Turkish hat dispersed the surrounding wizards.

But Vernon was terrified. Even though the rake could only be used by the house elf Law to take care of the garden, he still stood in front of Petunia, as if worried that a pig's tail would grow out of Petunia's ass.

But Penny didn't show much disgust this time.

She just pulled back her husband's shirt and kept saying, "Forget it... I was just invited by Dumbledore to the wedding..."

It seemed that she wanted to see something from Fleur and others, but until they left the dance floor, Petunia could only imagine Lily and James' wedding through fantasy.

To her, this seemed like an unspeakable regret.

But she wasn't the only Muggle. After the group of wizards were driven away by the Order of the Phoenix, Mrs. Granger, who was going to take a rest, sat next to Petunia.

"Let's go down too...I really can't dance anymore"

Panting for breath, she waved her hand and moved a chair floating in the air to sit under a fruit tree. She took off a shoe and rubbed the sore soles of her feet. Hermione really couldn't hold on for a full prom.

And every time...she's so unaccustomed to this kind of activity.

Why are there so few social activities in this world for reading books and exchanging knowledge and ideas?

"Your mother is going to sit with Harry's mother for a while." Mr. Granger approached with a glass of butterbeer, the froth around his mouth evidently enjoying the drink.

"Your mother is so understanding..." Cyrus said, looking at the girl rubbing her feet.

"If your mother was still around, I think she'd do it too...and better," whispered Hermione.

"But I don't want to talk to Vernon...he looks too extreme." Mr. Granger frowned, and sat next to Cyrus, "It feels like the religion on TV molecular"

What matters is not Vernon's Christianity, but his resistance to the unfamiliar.

In fact, Mrs. Granger was not all out of sympathy for Petunia. She more or less learned something from those agents, members of the Order of the Phoenix, and Dumbledore...such as the cause of the war.

As Hermione's mother, after realizing the greatness and contribution of her daughter, a kind of righteousness will naturally emerge in her heart.

It was as if it was a mother's natural behavior to set an example for her children: Mrs. Granger wanted to ease the relationship between Petunia and the wizard.

Time has become very slow, and all people and things have stopped at this moment.

The faces of those who were drunk or not were full of happiness, and from a distance, George, Fred, Charlie and Hagrid could be found singing "Odo the Hero".

Cyrus was chatting with Mr. Granger, and Hermione glanced at Cyrus from time to time, and she didn't look away until Mrs. Granger moved a chair with the help of the waiter and sat back down.

"What a poor man" she lowered her voice.

"She doesn't even know her sister, buried in Godric's Hollow..."

Cyrus looked through the crowd and could see Petunia sitting beside Vernon in dismay. It was ridiculous that she wanted to see another wizard's happiest moment through a wizard's wedding.

Mr Granger choked on the butterbeer, and Cyrus slapped him hard on the back.

"You mean, one of her relatives is a wizard?!" As soon as he recovered his voice, Mr. Granger stared and said, "But it doesn't look like..."

"Because of their family's hostility, yes!" said Mrs. Granger. "She said a little bit about it...but it can be seen that Petunia Dursley is just because of jealousy"

The chat between her and Petunia ended with each other's silence.

Fortunately, Hermione felt that her parents were much more enlightened. They would not think that their daughter would be a monster, nor would they have more preferences because of her specialness.

What it was before is what it is now.

Some things are better if they don't change.

At least that's what Hermione thought when she saw Cyrus sitting between her parents, happily hugging Stitch.

But it wasn't just Hermione, perhaps Harry, who just had his last birthday yesterday, felt the same way. He and Ginny had the most fun dancing, as if they would never get tired.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald stood in front of the dance floor, watching them with satisfaction.