bioinnovel Chapter 325 The Ball 2
Chapter 325 The Ball 2
Chapter 325 The Ball 2
The Muggle-run The Sun has been publishing photos of semi-nude women on the third page of every issue since 1970.
These hot and sexy girls became famous overnight by taking off their clothes as "Page 3 Girls." Some of them got better and better, while others did not.
Belvina can be considered a loyal reader of The Sun, quietly contributing to Murdoch's media empire for over a decade.
Sirius Black certainly became a loyal reader of The Sun earlier than Belvina, though he had a twelve-year gap in between.
Therefore, when Belvina discovered that Paul Bernard was improving alchemical dolls and that Paul was struggling with the appearance of the dolls, Belvina recommended his beloved The Sun to him.
Then, things turned out the way they did tonight, with Paul Bernard making a flamboyant appearance arm-in-arm with a holographic doll modeled after a Page 3 girl.
Unfortunately, Keeley Hazel is only eight years old now, so it's a shame she's not yet a future Page 3 Girl champion.
As the clock struck eight, the auditorium doors opened precisely on time, and the lingering Belvina was led towards the auditorium.
Four warriors and their dance partners stood in pairs at the entrance of the auditorium, looking like eight greeters.
Belvina gave Harry a disdainful look, then looked at Parvati Petit beside Harry with pity.
Tonight, Parvati wore a striking pink robe, and as expected of the prettiest girl in the fourth grade according to the boys, it was a pity that her dance partner's mind was not on her at all.
Then Belvina stopped in front of Krum. She said, "You look beautiful today, Hermione."
Hermione immediately smiled back upon receiving the compliment, which eased her anxiety.
However, not everyone offered praise like Belvina; many others stared at Hermione with undisguised suspicion.
Especially those Krum's female fans, they all cast extremely hateful glances at Hermione, as if they wanted to tear Hermione apart.
Perhaps this is why toxic fans only break down their defenses with their real sister-in-law?
Tonight, the Great Hall feels like a field, with walls covered in shimmering silver frost, a magical ceiling that resembles a starlit night sky, and wreaths woven from parasitic plants and ivy everywhere.
The four long college tables are gone, replaced by small round tables with lanterns lit up. There are about a hundred of them, and each round table can seat at least ten people.
Belvina took her seat in the VIP section, next to the radiant Percy Weasley.
Tonight, Percy was dressed in a brand-new navy blue formal gown, looking as smug as if he had just been elected director.
"Mr. Crouch isn't coming tonight; he said he wants to have a quiet Christmas."
No sooner had Belvina sat down than Percy eagerly began reporting on his work, a true example of the best among beasts of burden.
"I know."
Ali Bashir was caught red-handed while smuggling flying carpets into the country.
"I saw the report, Percy."
"Also, we are working on getting the Transylvanians to sign the International Law Against Fighting—"
"I saw the proposal, Percy. You even brought it to me yourself."
"One more."
"There's no 'more,' Percy," Belvina interrupted him. "Enjoy the ball tonight, won't you?"
Reporting on work at any time, regardless of the occasion or location, was a recurring problem for Percy Weasley; he would correct it only to repeat the mistake, and then correct it again.
The main focus is on meticulous refinement.
It was only then that Percy noticed the warriors had arrived at the head table, along with their dance partners.
Cedric and Cho Chang were whispering to each other, the sweet and sour scent of their romance filling the air.
Krum was chatting with Hermione, describing the scenery and landscape of Durmstrang, a four-story castle with a vast open space.
This seemed to be the first time Belvina had heard Krum speak, and in such a cheerful manner, completely unlike his usual gloomy self.
Fleur Delacour was also chatting with Roger Davis, or rather, it would be more accurate to say that Fleur was criticizing Hogwarts.
According to Fleur, Beauxbatons had no bad points, while Hogwarts had absolutely nothing to offer, from the campus to the accommodations.
Nothing satisfied her.
Roger Davis of Ravenclaw College stared at Fleur as if she were a rare treasure, like a complete fool.
Every time Fleur criticizes Hogwarts, Davis echoes it, as if he himself isn't a member of Hogwarts.
Even if someone wanted to eat swan meat, it would be absolutely not the Davis clam species' turn.
Looking at the Ravenclaw's unparalleled sycophant, Belvina couldn't help but ask: Why are the Ravenclaw's biggest idiots always so outstanding?
First there was Quirinas Quirrell, then Gilderoy Lockhart, and now Roger Davis has appeared tonight. Belvina just can't understand what's going on with Ravenclaw!
Unable to figure it out, Belvina decided to stop thinking about it and, starving, started ordering food.
She picked up the menu in front of her, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then, looking at her plate, said clearly, "Steak."
As soon as he finished speaking, a generously portioned steak appeared, its aroma filling the air.
Belvina, her mouth watering, ignored everyone else and immediately picked up her knife and fork, cutting the steak on her plate into pieces.
Before long, the delicious food on the plates was all gone, and under Dumbledore's lead, everyone stood up, ready to show off their dancing skills.
Dumbledore waved his wand, and all the tables flew to the wall and were neatly arranged, leaving a large open space in the middle as a dance floor.
Then, Dumbledore conjured up a tall stage, complete with all the musical instruments.
At this moment, the eccentric sisters, most popular with the wizards, took to the stage. They were both dressed in tattered black robes and each picked up a musical instrument.
The highlight of the Christmas ball has arrived. As the eccentric sisters play a slow, melancholic tune, the warriors and their partners step onto the dance floor.
"Hmm—Sirius, are you really not going to consider teaching Harry how to dance?" Bassheda asked sincerely. "Seriously..."
He doesn't even look as agile as Paul's puppet.
In the center of the dance floor, Harry danced awkwardly under Parvati's manipulation, looking like a marionette.
"I didn't expect his dancing to be this bad; his arms and legs look like they just grew out," Sirius said. "Honestly, I danced better than him when I was six."
"Gentlemen, is the dance moves really that important?" Belvina said. "If it weren't for a stroke of luck, Harry would be dancing with Ron tonight, and just thinking about it makes me feel nauseous."
Sirius turned his head to look at Belvina, as if to say: Are you sure you feel heartbroken, or are you just standing by watching the show, or mercilessly mocking her?
"Probably, maybe, possibly—" Lupin said cautiously, "it's James's fault!"
Sirius nodded like a chick pecking at rice, instantly forming a united front with Lupin, blaming James for this!
Just as Harry was standing behind the four elders, Dumbledore invited Mrs. Maxim to join the dance floor.
"Honestly, Beauxbatons' headmistress is truly remarkable," Sirius said. "For someone of her size, her dance moves are incredibly graceful."
"Indeed, she danced very well, but—it was just a little out of place," Lupin said. "Dumbledore looked like a dwarf next to her."
As Dumbledore and Mrs. Maxime left the stage, more and more people flooded into the dance floor, but Mrs. Maxime was definitely the center of attention.
At that moment, Headmaster Beauxbatons was dancing a waltz with the Hogwarts Headmaster. The tall and robust Mrs. Maxim's dance moves were graceful and gentle, without the slightest clumsiness.
However, as Lupin said, even if Mrs. Maxime’s dancing was excellent, it still felt discordant. Dumbledore’s pointed hat could barely touch Mrs. Maxime’s chin, which was quite a disharmony, like a small horse pulling a large cart.
"Look!" Bassheda pointed, "Paul and his puppet!"
Following the direction Bassheda pointed, Belvina looked over with anticipation.
Paul Bernard was seen dancing with his "Page 3 Girls." Regardless of Paul's dancing skills, the "Page 3 Girls" were certainly captivating.
"Darling, please apologize to Paul and his doll," Belvina said. "Comparing Harry to a doll is an insult to the doll!"
"Okay, I apologize," Bassheda said readily. "It looks like a professional dancer."
"Sigh!" Belvina sighed. "If only Paul would agree to cooperate with me, we could have a front shop and a back factory, and we'd definitely make a fortune."
"Stop talking about your business acumen. We're here for the Christmas ball, aren't we?" Sirius said with a laugh. "We can't just stand there and watch!"
With that, Sirius Black extended his hand to Bassheda in a gentlemanly manner, and the two gracefully entered the room.
"What about us?" Lupin asked, not being particularly enthusiastic about dancing.
"Since you're already here," Belvina said nonchalantly. "The question is, how are you feeling? I don't want you dancing."
Faced with Belvina's outrageous words, Lupin bent one arm and showed Belvina his not-so-muscular muscles.
So, Belvina and Lupin also went onto the dance floor.
Although Lupin wasn't particularly fond of dancing, his dance steps were excellent, a hidden talent indeed.
Belvina, on the contrary, was not as bad as Bassheda described; in fact, she danced better than many others.
As the organ played its last trembling note, thunderous applause erupted once again in the auditorium. The eccentric sisters did not stop to rest but began to play a new piece.
The new song is much faster than the previous one, and the once elegant dance floor gradually turns into a chaotic free-for-all.