After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

Chapter 268 Christmas Ball (3)

Although teachers gave fourth graders a mountain of homework during the holidays, the students had no interest in doing their lessons once the term ended.

In the week before Christmas, when everyone was playing together, Gryffindor Tower was almost as full as it had been before the holidays, and the tower seemed to have shrunk because the people who lived there were much noisier than usual.

Lamia tapped lightly on the Fat Lady's portrait, and a moment later, she heard footsteps.

"Is it her?"

"Of course it is. Open the door quickly before someone else gets there first."

Lamia stood there as Fred and George pushed the door open, "Hey, Lamia."

Fred and George were in a very good mood. Their canary biscuits were selling very well. In the first one or two days after the holiday, people would suddenly grow feathers all over their bodies.

However, the Gryffindor students soon learned their lesson and became very wary of the food handed to them, lest there was a canary biscuit hidden in it.

George confidently told a few familiar classmates that he and Fred were developing another new product, but almost everyone warned themselves that they should never accept anything handed to them by Fred and George, not even a potato chip.

I have to say, this approach couldn't be more correct.

Heavy snow fell on the castle and the grounds. Beauxbatons' light blue carriage looked like a large frosted pumpkin in winter, and the little gingerbread house sprinkled with icing sugar next to it was Hagrid's cabin.

The sides of the Durmstrang ship were glazed with ice, and the rigging was rimed with hoarfrost. Down below in the kitchens the house-elves were busy preparing a multitude of hot stews and sweet puddings, and only Fleur Delacour could find excuse to complain.

"The food at Hogwarts is so greasy," Lamia heard Fleur say with a frown as they left the Great Hall one evening. "My robes are almost too big for me!"

"Oh, that's tragic," said Hermione bluntly as she watched Fleur emerge from the Great Hall into the entrance hall. "She thinks about herself all the time, doesn't she?"

"Lamia, can you go somewhere with me?"

Lamia turned around and saw Draco, who was hesitating. He glanced hatefully at the Gryffindor students who were following Lamia.

"No, Lamia won't go with you, just forget it, Malfoy!" Ron jumped out and shouted.

"Shut up, Weasley, didn't your mother teach you what respect is?" Draco said angrily.

Ron wanted to say something else, but Lamia took a step forward and stood between him and Draco.

"Draco, what do you want from me?" Lamia asked.

"I..." Draco was suddenly speechless, as if someone had strangled him.

"If you don't want to talk, get out of the way. We have things to do!" Ron pushed Draco away rudely. "You annoying bastard who likes to get in the way."

"Weasley!" Draco clenched his fists in anger, then pushed him aside and stood in front of Lamia.

"Lamiya, I...my mother said..."

"Malfoy, is your mother here? Hahaha!" Ron laughed loudly. He had finally found a place to laugh at Draco, and of course he would not miss such a good opportunity.

But this time Draco ignored Ron. He took a long breath and said, "Lamia, I think you need to find a dance partner worthy of your warrior status, such as..."

"Sorry, Draco, my dance partner has already been chosen." Even though Lamia didn't understand Draco's purpose at first, she understood it now, but unfortunately, her dance partner had been decided after the first event.

"Is it Harry Potter? He can't do that. He is also a warrior. You two can't be each other's dance partners!" Draco's eyes turned red with sadness.

"He's not, Draco." Lamia said and noticed that Draco's fist suddenly unclenched.

"Not him? Then who is it? Why can't I?" Draco asked several questions in a row and took a few steps forward again, as if Lamia would not leave until she gave him the answer he wanted.

"Hello, Professor Moody!"

Draco's face turned pale and he jumped back, looking around frantically for Moody, who was still sitting at the staff table, eating his portion of stew.

"You're a twitchy little ferret, aren't you, Malfoy?" said Hermione tartly, laughing heartily as she walked up the marble stairs with Harry and Ron.

"Hermione," said Ron, looking sideways at her and frowning suddenly, "your teeth..."

"What's the matter?" said Hermione.

"Oh my god, they're different... I just noticed..."

"Of course they're different - why, do you expect me to keep those fangs Malfoy gave me?"

"No, I mean, they're not the same as they were before Malfoy put that spell on you... They're all... neat and - and a normal size."

"Thanks to Madam Pomfrey," Hermione said happily.

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There was no Christmas tea today because there was a banquet at the ball, but these had no appeal to Lamia. She still preferred to play snowball fights with Hermione and the others. At seven o'clock, it was getting dark and it was not easy to aim, so the others gave up the snowball fight and returned to the common room together.

The time was almost up and they all had to go back to their respective dormitories to change into their formal attire.

Lamia had just put on her dress and was sitting on the edge of the bed. Feeling the extremely cold hands on her back, she felt an unsuppressible uneasiness in her heart.

Harry and Ron were changing into their robes in the dormitory upstairs. They both looked uneasy, but no one was as depressed as Ron. He looked at himself in the long mirror in the corner with a look of horror on his face.

Although his robe had been changed in style by Lamia, it was still the least impressive, even a little embarrassing.

In order to add a little character to his robe, Ron took a gamble and stuck the sequins Hermione bought for her hair on the dress. It worked, at least the clothes looked a lot brighter.

"I really don't understand how you two managed to get the prettiest girl in the grade," Dean muttered.

"Opposites attract," Ron replied glumly, pulling the extra sequins off his cuffs.

The common room looked strange. The people inside were no longer wearing black robes, but colorful ceremonial robes.

Parvati was waiting for Harry at the bottom of the stairs. She looked very beautiful indeed, in her striking pink gown, her dark hair braided with a gold ribbon, and her wrists gleaming with gold bracelets.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she didn't giggle. It was only at the last moment that he finally found his dance partner. He had thought he would have to dance the entire opening alone, or call Ron to be his dance partner. It would be best if Lamia changed his dress back to a more suitable one.