Is there no girl at Hogwarts prettier than Fleur?
If you say this next year, it might be true.
After all, both Vivi and Cassandra have graduated, and Fleur will be in a "when the tiger's away, the monkey is king" situation.
But the problem is, this year Cassandra hasn't graduated yet.
"She is truly beautiful..."
Victor's partner looked at Cassandra, mesmerized, and said.
From the start, she was very displeased with Fleur's statement.
What, you feel so good about yourself, thinking there's no one prettier than you at Hogwarts?
But due to her lack of strength, she couldn't step out and slap Fleur in the face.
Now Cassandra's appearance perfectly filled this gap.
Hmph,
Who says there are no beauties at Hogwarts?
Look, you can see one today.
Cassandra walked elegantly over to Harry.
She looked with satisfaction at Harry's slightly dazed eyes, and pinched his cheek.
"I'm not late, am I, Potter?"
"Not late." Harry said, pulling a chair over, "Have a seat, you must be starving after not eating all day, right? What do you want to eat? Just knock on the table and say it, like this..."
He demonstrated, calling out a glass of pumpkin juice.
"I've already eaten." Cassandra said with a gentle smile.
As a lady, eating in such an occasion is somewhat impolite, so she had already eaten a little to fill her stomach before setting off.
She raised her head, carried herself like a queen, and cast an aggressive smile at Fleur who was staring at her.
Victor's dance partner witnessing this moment, internally turned into a prairie dog.
Yes! That's it! Your Highness the Queen!
I've never liked Slytherin as much as I do today!
The banquet on the side was still going on, and when Cassandra sat down, most of the classmates couldn't see her anymore, so they bowed their heads and continued to battle with the food in front of them.
Harry glanced around, and when his gaze moved to Victor, he saw the other giving a thumbs up.
The meaning was obvious, it was a man's compliment.
Not bad, brother, to snag such a pretty girl...
Harry returned the smile, picking up the pumpkin juice on the table.
"Where's Vivi?" Harry asked nonchalantly as he sipped the pumpkin juice, "Didn't they say they were coming to the ball together?"
"What?" Cassandra huffed, "Isn't having me as a dance partner enough? Are you really planning to invite three dance partners to the Hogwarts Christmas Ball?"
Such explosive gossip made even Fleur unable to be jealous anymore.
Three dance partners?
Damn it...
Roger Davies took a deep breath.
Having the beautiful Miss Malfoy as a dance partner isn't enough, and you actually want others! Three of them!
Damn, really drought for some, flood for others!
Comparisons just drive one crazy...
This is too much, really!
"Oh." Harry casually waved his hand, "Nothing, just concerned about them."
He muttered again: "This pumpkin juice is a bit too sweet."
Before long, the food was finished, and Dumbledore stood up, calling the students to stand as well.
Then he waved his magic wand, and some of the tables flew swiftly to the walls, leaving an open space. He created a high stage next to the right wall, with a set of drums, several guitars, a lute, a cello, and a few organs on it.
At this time, the Quirky Sisters surged onto the stage, and the audience erupted in thunderous applause.
Their hair was particularly thick, wearing black robes deliberately torn to tatters.
They picked up their instruments, seemingly tuning, making a shrill screeching noise.
Suddenly, all the lanterns on the tables went out, and at the same time, Victor and Fleur stood up with their respective partners.
"The dance is about to start, Potter." Victor reminded in a heavy tone.
Harry then put down the pumpkin juice cup in his hand, stood up, and extended his hand to Cassandra.
"Beautiful lady." Harry said in a comically formal manner, "May I have the honor of inviting you to dance?"
His answer was Cassandra's offered little hand.
Even though separated by the white lace gloves, Harry could still feel the softness of that little hand.
At this moment, Harry suddenly felt a bit nervous.
Cassandra noticed her dance partner's nervousness, and whispered softly in his ear: "Relax, Potter—just like before, remember how I taught you to dance before?"
Yes, that did happen, but it was like a hundred years ago.
Just then, the Quirky Sisters started playing a slow, melancholic tune.
Harry and Cassandra walked together into the brightly lit dance floor, Cassandra held one of his hands, and with the other, she placed his hand on her waist.
"Not as slim as Grindelwald's, right?"
When saying this, Harry could clearly hear her dissatisfaction.
Ha...
Grindelwald, that woman...
Why?
Why is her waist so unreasonably slim?
But she obviously overlooked another point, Vivi's waist isn't just slimmer, her cup size is four times larger too.