94 Diagon Alley

    To everyone's surprise, her partner was Krum. And she looked amazing today. Ron's jaw was about to fall into the potions classroom underground.

    The warriors came to the front of the chair, Dumbledore smiled happily, but Karkaroff saw Krum and Hermione getting closer and closer, and his face showed Ron and Ron Exactly the same expression. Ludo Bagman, who was wearing a bright purple robe with big yellow stars on it tonight, slapped his hands with the same enthusiasm as his classmates. Madame Maxime stripped off her usual black satin uniform and wore a flowing robe of lilac. Gwen noticed that Mr. Crouch was not coming. In the fifth seat at the table sat Percy Weasley.

    "Why is your brother there?" Gwen whispered in George's ear, the heat making him almost jump up.

    "Oh," said George calmly, "I guess Mr. Crouch got an obedient puppet to attend for him."

    Gwen shrugged and looked at Bagman in the guest seat: "Today you are mine, don't think about going to Bagman's trouble-"

    "Relax." George clapped her hand, "Fred and I decided to settle accounts with him after the second project."

    After the warriors finished their first dance, the Weird Sisters began to play a new tune, much faster than before. George immediately took Gwen's hand and hopped onto the dance floor.

    Gwen felt very happy, she and George cooperated tacitly, and did not step on each other's feet in the fast drum beat - for witches who don't know how to dance, this is already huge Lucky. George's hand on her waist made Gwen regret having an extra snack at the dinner party just now. What if he thinks he has fat?

    They kept changing their dance steps to the music. After being held up high by George, Gwen exclaimed: "I shouldn't have eaten that snack!"

    George laughed: then he lowered his head to Gwen's ear: "You're as light as a bird, dear."

    "Thank goodness it's not a rat this time," said Gwen.

    Then it was the lady's turn, and this time it was George's turn to be startled.

    "Merlin..." George seemed to see something terrible. In fact he only saw Gwen's back. The entire back of the gown was hollowed out, leaving only a few thin ribbons crisscrossing Gwen's smooth back.

    Before Gwen could react, George removed her braid, letting the waterfall fall behind her.

    "You ruined my little mind." Gwen complained resentfully.

    "It's not fair," George said displeased. "You've left the scenery to other men. I'm almost the last to notice."

    Gwen wanted to say something, but George moved his hand up around his waist, and put it on Gwen's back under the cover of loose hair, still restless Swipe with a finger. She immediately shut her mouth honestly.

    There is no one at the guest table now: Professor Dumbledore dancing with Professor Sproutney, Ludo Bagman dancing with Professor McGonagall; Mrs. Maxime dancing with Hagrid waltzing through the students, drawing a wide track on the dance floor; Karkaroff went somewhere. Another song ended, and everyone applauded again.

    "Let's go out." George saw Gwen a little tired.

    "I do need some fresh air," she agreed.

    So, George and Gwen pretended to go get drinks, left the table, walked sideways around the dance floor, and slipped out the door. On the way past Fred and Angelina, the two of them danced so wildly that everyone around stepped back to avoid getting hurt. Come to the foyer. The front door was open, and the fairy lights flickered in the rose garden outside. It is surrounded by low bushes, ornately decorated winding paths and huge stone statues.

    George keeps Gwen from going any further.

    "Aren't we going outside?" Gwen wondered.

    "I just found Harry and Ron down the steps," George said, pointing to the castle gate. "I don't want to date them. And I'm sure there are 10,000 couples out there right now."

    Gwen agreed deeply, "If I were Professor Snape, I would arrest people from the bushes."

    "Too bad, Gwen." George's expression did not say that, "Come on, I will take you to a place where you will never be disturbed."

    They came to the eighth floor of the castle.

    There is a large window overlooking Hogwarts at night and a corner of the Forbidden Forest.

    "How is it?" George raised his chest to praise, "The most dangerous place is the safest place."

    Gwen twitched the corners of his mouth, "Yeah, who would want to have a date next to the principal's office?" The two stone beasts who guarded the door seemed to be peeking at them.

    While speaking, George had already pulled out a bottle of wine and two slender champagne glasses from his robe.

    "You're like a little squirrel!" Gwen wrapped his arms around George's neck. "You've been hiding something good."

    "It went from dinner," said George happily. "It's said to be American wine." After a moment, he was a little annoyed, "Damn, I forgot to bring my wand out." Then he prepared to use his teeth Bite off the cork.

    "I'm going to criticize you." Gwen let go of George pretending to be angry. "Wizards should never let their wands go."

    George looked at Gwen with interest. "Tell me, Gwen, where is your wand?"

    Gwen's eyelashes fluttered, then she lifted up her long skirt inch by inch, and when George considered whether to stop her, Gwen showed the garter on her thigh.

    Of course, there is a wand in the garter.

    It seems that the amount of information is too large, George didn't know which one to start with, which just gave Gwen an opportunity. She quickly pulled out her wand and put down her long dress, then waved her wand and opened the drink. Poured half a glass for myself and George each.

    She sniffed, coughed, picked up the bottle and read it carefully.

    George has already drank half a glass of—

    "Giggle." Gwen read aloud.

    "Hahahaha—" George just wanted to speak, but he opened his mouth to laugh.

    Gwen was amused and took a sip, "Hehehehe-"

    The two drank half a bottle in one go. Until his stomach hurts from laughing, Gwen's face is red too.

    She paused for a while, "Stop. We are like two fools."

    "Giggle-" George was still laughing.

    Then he suddenly held Gwen's waist with both hands, as if he had just danced, and carried her to the window sill. George leaned down deeply, and Gwen was so frightened that he wrapped his arms around his neck - "I'm going to fall - this is the eighth floor - you're drunk! George!"

    "Don't be afraid," George whispered softly in a nice voice, "I'm holding you, Gwen. I'm holding you."

    Indeed, his big hand was firmly attached to Gwenguang's white back, and the skin it touched was hot. Raised Gwen's backed body. George felt the softest piece of camembert cheese he had ever touched.

    He looked up at Gwen, who was sitting on the high window sill, then snatched her wand and turned a mistletoe out of thin air above the two of them.

    "I'm going to kiss you, Gwen." He blinked his sly and bright eyes, and he couldn't tell that he was drunk.

    Gwen, on the other hand, seems to have been fascinated by the Christmas atmosphere and forgot to grab his wand. She froze, cupping George's face in her hands. Then he was bitten by his lips.

    A lover's kiss is an addictive drug, and a lover's kiss is a life-saving antidote.

    It wasn't until Gwen felt that her heat preservation spell could no longer withstand the cold wind outside the window, she pushed George away. Merlin blesses her boyfriend, a caring gentleman, who takes off his tuxedo coat and wraps it around Gwen.

    George also rolled over and jumped on the edge of the window, the two of them were close to each other, watching the moonlight fall on the stone floor through the window of the castle.

    Gwen was happy to see it, "We don't look at the stars or the scenery, but we sit here and look at the floor."

    George was playing with Gwen's fingers. "I'm not looking at the floor, ma'am. I'm admiring our shadows." on Gwen's shoulder.

    Gwen looked at the comical reflection on the ground—the tall boy trying to bend his neck into his shoulders—and laughed as if he had finished a whole bottle of giggles.

    Until late at night, Gwen said he couldn't go back to the dorm with such high heels.

    "Five full inches—the little mermaid in Muggle fairy tales doesn't hurt as much as me. It's all for you, 6"3' tall wizard."

    George knew the grace, and immediately squatted down to help take off the sinful high heels, and let Gwen hold it in his hand. Then he hugged the little witch and let her free hand slap his back vigorously.

    "No thanks, Gwen, this is what I - a Weasley gentleman - should do."

    Gwen finally gave up struggling, obediently buried her head in George's chest, and poked badly. "It's much stronger than last year. Alas, I regret eating that snack at night."

    George took her back to the girls' dormitory, maybe they came back too late and didn't meet anyone they knew along the way.

    Gwen stood barefoot on the steps and gave George a sweet goodnight kiss.

    "Good night, George, and Merry Christmas," she whispered.

    "Good night, Gwen, and Merry Christmas." George said with a smile.

    When the corners of her ginger-red skirt were about to disappear on the edge of the spiral staircase, George summoned the courage and whispered, "I love you, Gwen."

    Gwen leaned abruptly from the stair railing, she responded with a loud air kiss, then