Chapter 398: dress up

Heavy snow fell on the castle and the ground. The light blue carriage of Booth Barton looked like a big frost squash in winter, and the small gingerbread house sprinkled with frosting was Hagrid's hut; the ship's side of the Demstrong ship A layer of ice became smooth and translucent, and a layer of hoarfrost was stained on the sail.

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. "My gown and gown can't be worn!"

"As long as you can wear it tonight." Allen said as he stopped Harry walking past them.

After a while, three people appeared on the **** of the lake, the lush grass was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the three left a series of footprints on the white and flawless snow.

"The view here is wide and there are no buildings or trees blocking it. Allen chose a good place to talk." Harry thought secretly.

"The lake in front of you is the venue for our second game." Allen said.

Furong rubbed his palm and nodded casually, then turned back to look at Allen.

Harry asked with a look of disbelief: "This is winter, do you want us to race in winter swimming?"

"Almost." Allen said: "The organizing committee will take away our most beloved people and give them to the mermaid at the bottom of the lake. Our task is to find and rescue them within an hour."

"If you can't find it?" Furong asked a pale face with a terrible possibility.

"After an hour, there is no hope. It has completely disappeared and will never appear." Allen imitated the words of the mermaid in the golden egg and deliberately frightened the two.

Harry paled. He didn't know who his beloved one was. But that was the case. He felt even more horrified.

Fleur looked at Harry as hell, and couldn't help but laugh with a "poof", "It's a fool, Allen lied to you."

Harry looked at Allen and Furong again, scratching his head and laughing.

"Then the next thing we need to prepare is how to stay under the water for an hour." Furong's white as jade fingers touched his red lips, and his delicate brows were frowned.

"Allen is okay." Harry blinked, enviously. "He can teleport to his destination, then quickly rescue, and then teleport back."

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 amazement and smiled.

"You have a good way?" Furong blurted out.

"Of course, gills and webbed fingers and toes grow when you take mumps, so that people can swim and breathe underwater. An hour is not a problem." Allen's words made Harry's eyes bright.

"There is also a bubble head curse, which allows you to keep breathing under the water." Allen gave a second solution.

"Which of these two solutions would you use?" Furong asked curiously.

"Neither, you two can choose to use." Allen did not say his plan, and provided these two methods to Furong and Harry.

Furong didn't ask any more.

When Allen returned to the castle and was about to change into a dress and go to the auditorium, Benny flew in from the window, flapped his wings, and shook off a thin layer of snow.

Allen untied a box from its leg.

"Huh?" The wrapping paper on this box is familiar, isn't it the paper on the gift box he gave to Professor Snape?

Allen quickly disassembled and saw that a high-level potion production by Tattered Libasho Polaki appeared in front of him.

Thinking of a possibility, Allen quickly drew out his wand: "The original form!" He simply knocked on the cover neatly, thinking.

He flipped the book over, and at the bottom of the back cover, there was a small, very compact line: This book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince.

It was a surprise to get this book, and while still having time, Allen got up with interest.

This book is Professor Snape's notes, not only the potion tips, but also some of his original spells.

It wasn't until the sky was completely dark that he sorted out his dress robes and walked out of the dormitory to join Hermione.

The entire Hogwarts was particularly gorgeous tonight. The little wizards were no longer all black robes, but wore colorful dress robes, walking and laughing in the corridor.

The hall was also full of students, all twirling back and forth, waiting for the arrival of eight o'clock, when the door of the auditorium would open. Some people have to meet up with dancers from other colleges, so they huddle in the crowd sideways, looking for each other's figure.

Knowing the content and solution of the second game, Harry changed into his own dress. He looked at Ron, who was fighting the lace on the dress, and left silently. He thought that if Ron knew Who is his dance partner tonight, the wand is probably not a dress.

"Hi, Harry." Ginny stood under the stairs and greeted Harry.

Harry had to admit that the girl seemed to have grown up tonight, and the black tight-fitting dress looked exquisite. Long red curly hair, every arc is telling what is charming.

"You--uh--beautiful." Harry said unnaturally.

Ginny ’s face burned up, trying to hold Harry ’s arm, but she tripped over the steps and almost fell. Harry grabbed Ginny ’s waist in an instant and Ginny ’s hand was pressed. Lee's chest stabilized his figure.

There was a good-hearted laughter all around me.

But soon their attention was diverted, because Fleur delacour came over. She was wearing a silver-gray satin robe, which was really beautiful and amazing. She was accompanied by a heroic young man ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This person looks familiar. "Ginny said.

"Albert Harris, Ellen's eldest brother, Auror of the Ministry of Magic." Harry briefly introduced.

Seeing Ginny's attention on other people, he didn't know why, his chest was a little blocked.

A group of Slytherin students walked up the stairs from their underground common room. At the forefront was Malfoy. He was wearing a black velvet turtleneck gown and Harry felt like a parish priest. Pansy Parkinson wore a light pink robe covered with frills, and she held Malfoy's arms tightly. Crabbe and Goyle were all green, like two big mossy rocks, and Harry saw with satisfaction that neither of them could find a partner.

The oak front door was opened, and everyone turned their heads to see Demstrand's students and Professor Kakalov walk in. Krum walked to the front, next to a girl in a golden dress with a blushing face.

Carla Rogers, the Warriors of Booth Button, appeared with the Warriors of Destrom. Furong snorted dismissively, raised his chin, looked at Albert, and found that he didn't pay attention to Kara at all, and he laughed.