Chapter 308 Dumbledore’s Letter

Time passed quietly.

At this moment, an hour has passed since the dance started.

Similarly, groups of people changed in the middle of the dance floor. Of course, more people just danced to a song and then chose to sit on the round table next to them and chat with their dance partners.

It’s about combining work and rest. After all, although dancing can bring physical contact, chatting alone is a necessary means to enhance feelings.

You must know that those who can agree to the invitation of the opposite sex to become each other's dance partners cannot not have a good impression of each other. Under the atmosphere, with a little effort, they can win smoothly.

So, no one is going to dance silly and miss out on this great opportunity today.

The protagonists on the dance floor changed one after another, but he and Hermione stayed firmly on the fishing platform, eating and drinking when they needed to, and tried various desserts and drinks.

"Are you really not going to dance?" Ian put down the butterbeer in his hand and glanced at the center of the dance floor.

"No, you can't dance. What else can we do besides being embarrassed?" Hermione looked indifferent.

Normally, girls will choose their favorite male partner for the first song at the dance.

So after hearing that Ian couldn't dance, she had made up her mind not to hit the dance floor today.

"Actually, I know how to dance..." Ian whispered.

"Then you lied to me! You said you can't dance." Hermione turned around suddenly, but then she realized the problem. If Ian really could dance, this wouldn't be a lie.

"So, what kind of dance can you dance?" Hermione was already interested.

“square dancing…”

Faced with Hermione's doubts, Ian explained the charm of this dance.

In fact, in London in the early 1990s, there was really no square dancing like that of later generations. It was only after the millennium that square dancing slowly spread to the world through the Internet.

"Hahahaha, after Christmas, you can teach my mother, and then you can form a singing and dancing troupe in the community and perform at the Royal Opera House."

Hermione's laughter attracted the attention of people around her, but she didn't care about it anymore. With her previous experience, this kind of partial attention at this moment was completely a small scene.

"Sorry to bother you!" A sugary voice sounded, interrupting Hermione's laughter. "Can I ask your partner for a dance?"

Although Daphne Greengrass was speaking to Hermione, at this moment, this exquisite Slytherin Barbie doll was looking at Ian with burning eyes.

"Ha!" Hermione snorted softly. She recognized the girl in front of her at a glance. It was the same person who came to invite Ian to dance at the Merlin Order of Merlin award banquet.

"You shouldn't ask me this question. You can invite whoever you want. But you'd better hurry up, because we have to go home for Christmas together tomorrow, and we need to make sure we get enough sleep tonight."

Hermione calmly declared her sovereignty, and then looked at the other party with contempt. She didn't have a good look at this behavior of trying to force the corner in front of her.

As Hermione's words fell, Ian said decisively: "Sorry, I don't want to dance, you can find someone else."

A clean rejection without any sloppiness.

"Sorry, I get it."

Perhaps because she had expected this outcome, Daphne did not make any entanglement, but there was always some grievance in her words, and her expression showed just the right amount of pity.

Looking at the other person's desolate back as he left, Hermione felt a little embarrassed, "Isn't it a bit bullying?"

"It has nothing to do with you, don't think too much about it, I just don't like her."

Ian also looked at Daphne's back, a glimmer of light flashed in his flame-like pupils. He had just seen traces of black magic on her body.

The opponent's soul has become somewhat distorted, just like the killing and erosion caused by repeated use of the Death Curse.

"I always felt that she looked a little pitiful when she left just now."

Hermione's tone was a little tangled. If the other party didn't just come up and snatch people away, or if it was something else, she could accept it.

"We've already left. Why are you thinking so much? How about I call her back for a dance?"

Ian looked at her with a smile. Compared to Daphne's rank, Hermione was completely a newbie who hadn't left the training camp.

However, he was not going to tell Hermione about Daphne. The key was that he couldn't explain such things.

Now he fully understood Dumbledore's mentality. Perhaps the old headmaster had seen something from Tom at that time.

But Dumbledore's bottom line did not allow him to use magic like Legilimency on his students, so he always retained that distrust.

"Hmph! Then go ahead and ignore me. You are not allowed to go home with me tomorrow."

I don't know since when, Granger House has become Ian's second home, so Hermione is a real threat to him.

"I'm just kidding. If you don't allow me to go back, I'll call your mother and let you know that there's someone here too."

"When did you learn to complain..."

Hermione was a little speechless, but she had to admit that what Ian said was the truth. She knew her mother too well and would definitely side with Ian.

…

The dance was still going on, and Daphne's invitation just now was just a small episode, but the other party's move also ignited a signal.

After Ian took the trouble to reject several invitations in a row, he said a little tiredly: "It's a bit boring. How about we go back tonight."

"Go back tonight? You mean..." Hermione's eyes widened, obviously she thought of a possibility from these words.

"Yes, go home tonight. You can go back to the dormitory to pack your luggage soon. We won't wait for the train tomorrow." Ian expressed his thoughts.

"This..." Facing this proposal, Hermione hesitated.

"It's nothing. We're not skipping school, we're just going home early."

However, before Hermione could reply, a clear cry sounded, and then the gorgeous-looking Fox appeared next to her.

"Is it Principal Dumbledore's phoenix? Is it delivering a message?" Hermione asked doubtfully.

"It's called Fox, and he has always been the principal's partner." Ian gently stroked Fox's soft wings with his hand and said with a regretful tone:

"It seems something happened to Principal Dumbledore, otherwise he wouldn't have asked Fox to deliver the letter. Maybe we won't be able to go home early tonight."

"It's nothing, I didn't promise you in the first place." Hermione shook her head, she really didn't care much about this.

Ian took the letter from Phoenix's lap and continued: "Do you want to say hello to Fox? It is also a friend of mine."

For Fox, Ian has always treated him as a friend, not only because Fox's wisdom is not inferior to ordinary people, but also because of the Phoenix blood in his body.