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Chapter 448 The Ball
Chapter 448 The Ball (Part 2)
Hey! Luna, what are you doing?!
Loila turned to look at Luna, only to see a smile on her lips.
"Professor Hamilton!"
"It's Professor Hamilton!"
Before she could say anything more, Loila was immediately overwhelmed by the gazes of the students, who stared at her blankly, seemingly speechless for a moment.
Oh—how embarrassing—Loila felt like she was about to faint, wearing such shameful clothes—and being stared at by so many students—
She lowered her head slightly, her hands clenched tightly at her chest, as if the weakness in her legs that had plagued her was about to recur.
"Professor Hamilton! Good evening!" A loud voice rang in her ears, bringing Loila's somewhat dazed soul back into her body.
She looked up and saw Hagrid with a smile on his face.
He seemed quite pleased, grinning as he said, "What are you doing standing here?"
"Aren't you going to rest on the professor's chair first?"
"Ah—Hagrid!" Upon seeing Hagrid, Loila reacted as if she had found a family member. She grabbed Hagrid's arm and said, "Let's—let's go together?"
"Huh?" Hagrid paused for a moment and muttered, "Me and Mrs. Maxim—"
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Looking down at Loila's almost pleading expression, Hagrid pursed his lips and nodded. "Alright then, Professor Hamilton—" He seemed a little puzzled as to why Loila had such an expression—and even more puzzled as to why the students, who had been so noisy just moments before, had all fallen silent.
And so, in this strange atmosphere, Loila tugged at Hagrid's sleeve, and the two of them walked together to the professor's seat.
Loila only breathed a sigh of relief after her bottom touched the chair; she slumped onto the table like a deflated balloon.
"Thank you—thank you, Hagrid!" She was truly grateful to her friend.
"It's nothing, Professor Hamilton." Hagrid scratched his head, still not understanding what this meant.
Throughout the entire event, the students in the audience made almost no sound. At most, they talked in hushed tones, while many others had somewhat blank stares.
"Ladies and gentlemen—don't forget to eat something before the ball begins—and have some conversation." Just then, Dumbledore, appearing out of nowhere, slowly spoke, breaking the silence.
As soon as he spoke, the students snapped out of their daze, one by one recovering from their somewhat blank expressions. Even so, they continued to whisper among themselves about Professor Hamilton.
"Professor Hamilton is so—so beautiful," Ginny whispered, her eyes filled with envy. "That dress is so pretty—it's white and seems to glow—"
"Yes—yes—" But for some reason, Harry didn't feel that excited? He pursed his lips, wondering why.
"Harry, did you just see that?" Cedric walked over again, seemingly out of nowhere. "I wonder who Professor Hamilton's dance partner is."
"With her dressed like that—she must have a really impressive dance partner, right?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "I bet it's Professor Lupin!"
"I—" Harry paused for a few seconds, unable to think of anyone for a moment—
Loila, sitting on the professor's chair, shared the same thought.
"I—I really don't have a dance partner anymore—" This was the only answer Loira could give to Professor Sprout's smiling inquiry.
Such a response only elicited a smile from her, who then said, "Miss Hamilton, you must be careful, 'you're still too young to be a student.'"
"Ah—really not!" Loila said, blushing.
Upon hearing this, Flitwick and Sprout simply chuckled and exchanged a glance.
Why don't they believe me?
It's all Miss Nagini's fault! She could have just worn that robe—but she insisted on wearing—wearing clothes like this—Loila looked at her exposed forearms and shoulders and felt an unprecedented panic.
I feel completely unsafe!
While Loila was feeling flustered, Dumbledore coughed softly and raised the cup in front of him. As he did so, the students gradually quieted down.
"First of all—Merry Christmas to all the gentlemen and ladies," he said, winking. "I'm sure you've all been looking forward to tonight's ball for a very, very long time."
"You can tell from everyone's formal attire, can't you?" Dumbledore paused, his gaze lingering briefly on Loyla, which caused Loyla to glare at him.
What are you doing?!—and then, noticing the gaze directed at her, Loila quickly lowered her head.
Seeing Loila lower her head, Dumbledore smiled and continued, "Then without further ado, let the ball—begin now."
As he finished speaking, a flash of silver light appeared, and a fairy band suddenly appeared below the professor's seat and began to play. The melodious music began, the lights dimmed, and the heroes from the three academies slowly walked down to the stage.
Loila was also able to gently raise her head and take a look.
Mr. Potter actually went with Miss Weasley—and then Mr. Diggory—was his dance partner Miss Zhang?
Wow! Miss Delacour is so beautiful—wait, is her dance partner Miss Hero?!
Ah, no, no—it's just that Miss Emma—but she really looks like—like Miss Shiloh—
Loira didn't recognize Krum and Siegfried's dance partners, but to her surprise, Siegfried's dance partner also seemed to be a girl.
Does she look like the Ravenclaw lady I saw in the previous match?
The one who likes black magic—what was his name again?
Loila pursed her lips, unable to recall her name, but it was great to see that everyone had a dance partner.
At least they're better than me—
Loila shook her head, then looked at the students' dance with great interest. Although they were all students, there were quite a few who were good at dancing.
For example, Miss Siegfried, dressed in a sharp men's suit, looked somewhat dashing, and for a moment—Loyla even felt as if she saw Muller.
However, I don't think I've ever seen Muller in a formal suit—after all, I didn't meet Muller at the ball, did I?
However, she was also happy to see someone who looked a lot like Mueller dancing—Loyla smiled slightly as she watched Siegfried dance, but when she saw Harry…
The chuckle almost turned into a loud laugh.
Mr. Potter was less dancing and more dueling; he was as if he were attending a duel club, except that his opponent was his dance partner.
His and Miss Weasley's main attack method is stomping on each other's insteps—
Not only Mr. Potter, but Miss Weasley also doesn't seem to be very good at dancing—her high heels made Mr. Potter wince.
Thank you, Mr. Potter and Miss Weasley, for letting me at least know that having a dance partner isn't all good!
As the heroes finished their dance, the band subtly changed their movements, and a more magnificent melody began, prompting the heroes to temporarily leave the stage.
Their departure marked the beginning of others' arrival. One by one, the students, with their partners, walked onto the dance floor. The professors exchanged smiles and slowly stepped down from their seats. The most excited of them all was Hagrid, who pulled Mrs. Maxim along happily onto the dance floor.
Looking at the almost empty professors' chair, Loila pursed her lips and subconsciously felt a little disappointed.
It's terrible that my dance partner has to come to the ball—thankfully Dumbledore doesn't have a dance partner either—oh no, he does.
Professor McGonagall stood with him, chatting and laughing.
Professor Snape should also—
Wait, where's Professor Snape?
Not only was Professor Snape absent, but Mr. Lupin was also nowhere to be seen—Loira looked around the dance floor and the professors' table with a hint of curiosity, but couldn't find either of them.
Could they have gone on a secret rendezvous?
A strange thought startled Loila, and she quickly shook her head to dismiss it.
It's probably just a coincidence.
Am I being too disappointed—I've actually started thinking about this kind of thing—but in the end, it's still much better than back in Durmstrang, isn't it?
After all, back in Durmstrang, I was sitting alone in the Astronomy Tower—now at least I can sit in the Auditorium, which is warmer than the Astronomy Tower, right?
Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly felt someone tug at her sleeve. Loila was startled and turned her head.
She saw a girl wearing a black gauze dress but with a black mask on her face.
Even so, she could still see the eyes beneath the mask—lively, smiling eyes.
"Roy's Technique—Would you like to dance with me?"
A light, melodious voice rang out, causing Loila to bite her lip.
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