Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

There is no Christmas tea today because there is a banquet at the ball.At seven o'clock, the sky dimmed and it was not easy to aim at the target. The others gave up the snowball fight and returned to the common room together.The fat lady sat in the frame with her friend Violet downstairs. Both of them were dizzy and drunk, and at the bottom of her portrait were several empty bonbon boxes.

"The bright light should be "the light of the fairyland." The fat lady was drunk and said the wrong password., yes, that's it!" She chuckled and turned away to let them in after hearing their password. Up.

Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville put on their robes in the dormitory upstairs. They all looked awkward, but no one was as depressed as Ron. He was in the long mirror in the corner. Looking at himself before, there was a horrified expression on his face.His robe is like a skirt, which is an unavoidable fact.In order to add a bit of masculinity to the robe, he desperately made a cutting spell on the folds and laces.It worked, at least the lace on the clothes was gone, but his work was not smooth. When a few boys set off to go downstairs, his neckline and cuffs were still fringed, which was really discouraging.

"I really don't understand how the two of you got the most beautiful girl in the year." Dean muttered."The opposite sex attracts each other." Ron replied glumly, pulling the thread off the cuffs.The common room looks weird. The people in it are no longer in green and black robes, but in colorful robes.Parvati waited for Harry under the stairs.She looked very beautiful indeed, wearing a dazzling pink robe, her black hair braided with gold ribbons, and the gold bracelets on her wrists gleaming.Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw that she didn't giggle.

"You-uh-very beautiful," he said unnaturally.

"Thank you," she said."Padma met you in the hall," she said to Ron again.

"Okay," Ron said, looking around. "Where is Hermione?"

Parvati shrugged."Let's go down, shall we, Harry?"

"Okay." Harry said, wishing he could stay in the common room.Harry met Fred when he got out of the portrait hole, and Fred blinked at him mischievously.

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.Parvati found her sister Padma and led her to see Harry and Ron.

"Hello." Padma said, she was as beautiful as her sister, wearing a bright green robe.However, she didn't seem to have any interest in Ron being her dance partner.Her dark eyes looked up and down Ron, her eyes fixed on the raised collar and cuffs of his robe.

"Hello," Ron said, but instead of looking at her, he looked around in the crowd, "Oh, bad..."

He bent his knees slightly and hid behind Harry because Fleur Delacour was approaching.She wore a silver-gray satin robe, really stunning, accompanied by Ravenclaw College Quidditch team captain Roger Davis.When they were far away, Ron straightened up again and looked over the crowd into the distance.

"Why didn't you see Hermione?" he said again.

A group of Slytherin students came up the stairs from their underground common room.Walking in the front was Malfoy. He was wearing a black velvet high-necked 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 large 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 pretty girl in a blue robe that Harry didn't know.Over their heads, Harry saw that the lawn in front of the castle was turned into a cave, which was shining with the light of fairies-which meant that there were hundreds of live fairies, they might be conjured by sitting magic. In the rose bushes, or flapping wings on the statues, those statues seem to be Santa Claus and his reindeer.

At this time, Professor McGonagall’s voice sounded: "Please come here!"