Vol 2 Chapter 398: dress up

Heavy snow fell on the castle and grounds. Boothbarton’s light blue carriage looked like a big frosted pumpkin in winter, and the little gingerbread house sprinkled with icing next to it was Hagrid’s cabin; A layer of ice became smooth and translucent, and the sails were stained with a layer of hoarfrost.
Even for breakfast, the busy house elves prepared a variety of hot stews and sweet puddings for teachers and students.
"The food at Hogwarts is too greasy," Furong said with a frown, "I can't wear my dress and robe!"
"As long as you can dress well tonight," Allen said as he stopped Harry, who was walking by behind them.
After a while, the three of them appeared on the of the lake. The green grass was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the three of them left a string of footprints on the white and flawless snow.
"There is a wide view here, without any buildings or trees blocking it. Allen chose a good place to talk." Harry thought to himself.
"The lake in front of you is the venue for our second game." Allen said.
Furong rubbed her palms, nodded carelessly, and suddenly looked back at Ellen.
Harry asked with a look of disbelief, "This is winter, do you want us to compete in winter swimming?"
"Almost." Allen said: "The organizing committee will take away our most beloved people and hand them to the mermaids at the bottom of the lake. Our task is to find and rescue them within an hour."
"What if you can't find it?" Furong asked with pale cheeks thinking of some terrible possibility.
"After an hour, there is no hope. It has completely disappeared and will never appear." Alan imitated the lyrics of the mermaid in the golden egg, deliberately scaring the duo.
Harry paled. He didn't know who his beloved was, but because of that, he felt even more terrified.
Fleur looked at Harry in a and couldn't help but laughed out "poof", "What a fool, Alan lied to you."
Harry looked at Alan and then at Fleur, scratching his head, realizing that the school could not really let innocents die in such a thing, and laughed embarrassedly.
"Then what we need to prepare next is how to stay underwater for an hour." Furong's clean white fingers touched her red lips, and her delicate brows wrinkled.
"Allen is okay." Harry blinked, enviously, "He can teleport to the destination, then quickly rescue, and teleport back again."
Furong nodded in agreement: "Yes, the first place in this game must be Allen."
"I didn't intend to use Animagus in this game." Allen shook his head in the two surprised eyes and smiled.
"Do you have a good way?" Furong blurted out.
"Of course, gills and web-like fingers and toes will grow when taking gill saccharum so that people can swim and breathe underwater. One hour is not a problem." Allen's words made Harry's eyes brighten.
"There is also a bubble head curse, which can keep you breathing underwater." Allen gave a second solution.
"Which of these two schemes would you use?" Furong asked curiously.
"None, you two can choose to use it." Allen did not say his own plan, and provided these two methods to Fleur and Harry.
Furong wittyly did not ask any more.
When Ellen returned to the castle to put on his dress and head to the auditorium, Benny flew in from the window, flapped his wings, and shook off the thin layer of snow.
Allen untied a box from its lap.
"Huh?" The wrapping paper on this box is familiar, isn't it the paper on the gift box he gave Professor Snape?
Allen quickly took it apart and saw that a tattered copy of "Advanced Potions Making" by Lipa Xiu Pollach appeared in front of him.
Thinking of a certain possibility, Allen quickly drew out his wand: "The original form is now!" He knocked on the cover neatly and said.
He turned the book over, and at the bottom of the back cover, there was a small, very compact line: The book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince.
It was a surprise to get this book, and while there was still time, Allen read it with great interest.
This book is Professor Snape's notes, not only potions tips, but also some of his original spells.
It wasn't until it was completely dark that he tidied up his tuxedo and walked out of the dormitory to meet Hermione.
The whole Hogwarts is exceptionally gorgeous tonight. The little wizards are no longer all black robes, but are dressed in colorful dress robes, walking and laughing in the corridor.
The hall was also full of students, all spinning back and forth, waiting for the arrival of eight o'clock, then the door of the auditorium would open. Some people want to meet with dancing partners from other academies, and squeeze sideways in the crowd, looking for their counterparts.
Knowing the content of the second game and the solution, Harry put on his own dress. He looked at Ron, who was fighting with the lace on the dress, and left silently. He felt that if Ron knew about it. Who is his dancing partner tonight, the wand cut is probably not the dress.
"Hi, Harry." Ginny greeted Harry while standing under the stairs.
Harry had to admit that the girl seemed to have grown up overnight tonight, and her black close-fitting dress made her look exquisite. Long curly red hair, every arc is telling what is charming~EbookFREE.me~You are-uh-beautiful. "Harry said unnaturally.
Ginny’s face was burning up, trying to step forward to take Harry’s arm, but she tripped over the steps and almost fell. Harry instantly grabbed Ginny’s waist, and Ginny’s hand pressed against Ha Li's chest stabilized his figure.
There was a kind of laughter in the surroundings.
But soon their attention was diverted, because Fleur Delacour came over. She was wearing a silver-gray satin robe, which was really stunning, and she was accompanied by a brave young man.
"This person looks familiar." Ginny said.
"Albert Harris, is Ellen's elder brother, the Auror of the Ministry of Magic." Harry briefly introduced.
Seeing that Ginny's attention was on other people, he didn't know why, his chest was a little blocked.
A group of Slytherin students came up the stairs from their underground common room. Walking in the front was Draco Malfoy. He was wearing a black velvet high-necked gown and robe. Harry thought he looked like a parish priest. Pansy Parkinson was wearing a light pink robe full of frills, and she hung Malfoy's arm tightly.
Crabbe and Gore were both green, like two big mossy rocks, and Harry was satisfied to see that neither of them could find a partner.
The oak front door was opened, and everyone turned their heads and saw Durmstrang’s students and Professor Karkaroff walking in. Krum walked in the front, beside a girl in a golden dress, her face flushed.
Carla Rogers, Boothbarton's warrior, unexpectedly appeared with Durmstrang's warrior. Furong snorted disdainfully, raised his chin, looked at Albert, and laughed again when he realized that he hadn't paid attention to Kara at all.