Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Chapter 180 Before the Christmas Ball

In the morning, Anriel assisted his dean, Professor Flitwick, who was also the conductor of the school choir, in decorating the auditorium.

On the way back to the lounge, Anriel saw Carmen chatting with Fleur - the former winked at him.

Anriel rolled his eyes at him in return...

To be honest, he really couldn't understand it... Did Furong really not give any response when she seduced others?

Otherwise, why would she be obsessed with a doll for several days?

When passing by the library, Anriel saw Hermione walking out in a hurry.

"Hello, Hermione."

Anriel greeted her calmly.

"Ah! Oh... hello, Anriel..."

Hermione looked a little distracted.

Anriel narrowed his eyes, looked behind Hermione, and slowly raised the corner of his mouth into a smile that seemed a little sarcastic to the visitor.

"Merry Christmas, Hermione, and...Mr. Krum."

Hermione almost jumped up in fright when she heard this.

When she turned around, she saw Krum walking out of the library and standing a little behind her.

Hermione wrung her hands, looking left at Angel and right at Krum.

The two of them stared at each other without looking away.

Before this, Hermione had never known Viktor Krum in depth... naturally, she had no idea about his background and past.

Until recently, Krum invited her to the dance.

After the two met, Hermione knew...

Krum and Grindelwald have a grudge!

Most of the people in the Durmstrang delegation have a grudge against Anriel who represents Grindelwald!

The world is so magical.

Hermione closed her eyes in pain, not knowing what he was thinking or what kind of psychological struggle he was going through.

However, what she didn't know was that the relationship between Krum and Anriel was not as tense as she imagined.

Krum knew his limits, but Anriel didn't care at all.

"You are welcome to do whatever you want. I won't disturb you."

Anriel shrugged nonchalantly, with a casual smile on his face, and turned to leave the library door.

Krum looked at Anriel's back in silence.

Hermione's eyes flickered between the two of them, not knowing how to start.

"Hermione, is he... your friend?"

Krum's gloomy voice sounded, but to Hermione's surprise, there didn't seem to be much... hatred in his tone?

"It's...I...well, he is."

Hermione finally sighed and nodded with a conflicted look.

"Thank you."

Krum suddenly said thank you for no apparent reason, and then he actually left the library entrance.

It’s just that it’s in the opposite direction from Anriel.

Hermione was left standing there confused, dealing with a problem that her brilliant mind couldn't handle.

Of course, Hermione would have to start cleaning herself up in a few hours, so she wouldn't have the chance to think about these things for a while.

When Anriel returned to the lounge, he looked out the window and saw many students playing snowball fights.

There are many boys who look very cool.

But Anriel felt that most of them were unable to find a dance partner...

To be honest, Beauxbatons is fine...

The ratio of men to women in the delegation brought by Durmstrang is about 3:1.

Just like Fred said...

All the good girls have been picked up by them!

After passing through the quiet Ravenclaw common room, Anriel tiptoed back to his room.

A pair of bright blue eyes opened in the darkness and looked at Anriel at the door...just as he opened the door.

"Good afternoon, my dear—it looks like you didn't get that much sleep, eh?"

As Anriel spoke, he raised his hand and lit the wall lamp.

Luna's figure teleported to his side almost completely silently, stretched out her arms, and hugged him.

"How do you feel? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"No... not yet."

Luna's voice was still ethereal and dreamy.

"That's good, let's get ready...we're going to the dance."

"Ah."

......

In the evening, before dinner, the time was a quarter to six.

The boys met up with their dance partners one after another and filed into the auditorium.

As for those who didn't find a dance partner...

Then I didn’t find it (laughs).

Anriel was wearing his blood-red robe that emitted a faint golden glow, and his every move was just like the earl's son in the past...

Noble and arrogant, crazy and elegant.

If you tell others that one of the lovers is a vampire, those who don't know the inside story will definitely think it is Anriel.

Luna held her lover's arm and moved slowly forward according to his wishes, with a smile of happiness on her face.

They found a seat and sat down.

To be honest, Anriel didn't quite approve of formal dining, especially when everyone was not very relaxed about eating, and they prepared such a sumptuous meal.

French food.

I don't mean to discredit English food, really not.

And Anriel and Luna's seats are... the guest of honor seats.

No one had any opinion on this, or rather, the only people who might have an opinion, like Karkaroff... didn't dare to have any opinion.

Anriel knew that among the so-called "Death Eaters" in the World Cup parade, there was the soul of Karkaroff...

This guy's behavior is also consistent with his own character -

Holding a magic wand, he walked in the middle and back of the team, looking nervous and ready to Apparate and escape at any time.

So unlike Krum's complicated emotions, Karkaroff's attitude towards Anriel is much purer -

From the heart.

Anriel withdrew his gaze and took Luna to sit down.

Glancing at the small golden menu, Anriel ordered a honey steak, some fish soup and frog legs for himself.

There's nothing wrong with that.

The problem is Luna——

"Hmm... light white wine, French baked snails, and... veal steak, medium rare."

She put down the menu in her hand, turned to look at Anriel, and blinked innocently.

Few people order this kind of steak, even the French students at Beauxbatons rarely order it.

But don't worry, the ingredients at Hogwarts are fresh and safe, and are taken care of by a group of house-elves who are proud of this and have high professional ethics.

"Eat it. Nothing will go wrong. At least not before midnight."

Anriel looked at the red and bloody piece of beef and said to Luna.

"Eh……"

Luna's mouth pursed slightly.

When everyone is full and satisfied...

Some time passed.

......

Evening, a quarter after seven.

Anriel led Luna in front of the crowd.

To be precise, he was ahead of the Warriors.