Chapter 590 Dining Table

Harry tried his best to keep himself from falling, and Paviti seemed to enjoy it. She smiled at everyone present and reminded Harry forcefully, which was enough to make him feel like a performing dog. She was leading him away.

As he approached the head table, he saw Ron and Padma.

Ron was squinting at Hermione next to him, and Padma looked sad.

Dumbledore smiled happily as the players approached the main table, but Karkaroff had a decidedly similar expression to Ron's when he noticed Krum and his companion approaching.

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Ruth Bagmon was wearing a bright purple dress with yellow patterns tonight and was clapping her hands enthusiastically like the other students. Ms. Maxim, ditching the black satin uniform she wore every day, put on an elegant light dress. Wearing purple silk robes, they were politely applauding them.

The opening dance was performed by four warriors, so Fan Lin and the others naturally had nothing to do.

But Harry was a little distracted. He suddenly realized that Mr. Crouch did not appear, and the fifth seat at the table was occupied by Percy Weasley.

As the contestants and their partners approached the table, Percy pulled out the empty chair next to him and looked visibly at Harry.

Harry took the hint and sat next to Percy, who was wearing a new navy blue dress and a proud expression.

"I've been promoted." Harry said it without asking him. From his tone, it seemed as if he had been declared the supreme leader of the university. "I am now Mr. Crouch's personal assistant and I am here on Mr. Crouch's behalf."

"Why doesn't he come?" Harry asked. He didn't want to spend the entire dinner listening to a speech.

"I'm afraid all I can say is that Mr Crouch isn't feeling well, not well at all, he hasn't been well since the World Cup, which is not surprising at all, he's overworked, he's not young anymore, although he still has Talent. Of course, the mind is still as strong as before, but the World Cup was a disastrous failure for the entire cabinet. After that, Mr. Crouch suffered for the mistakes made by his family and the elf Bryn (I don't know her name). It was such a shock that he sent her away immediately, but - well, like I said, he kept doing it, he needed someone to take care of him, and I think he was obviously at home since she left. There is no comfort to be found, and we have to arrange a competition and the results in the future - and the betrayal woman is spreading rumors - no, poor man, he should have a quiet Christmas, I am glad that he knows that he He already has someone he can pass on to with confidence.”

Harry was tempted to ask Mr. Crouch if he had asked Percy to "look at the weather," but he refrained.

The gleaming plates contained no food, but there was a small menu in front of each person. Harry picked it up uncertainly and looked around - no one was waiting, but Dumbledore looked carefully. Checked his menu, then said loudly to his plate, "Pork ribs!"

The ribs are here. As the rest of the table took in the idea and placed their orders on their plates, Harry glanced at Hermione to see how she felt about this new, more complicated way of eating.

But Hermione didn't seem to notice these things. She and Fan Lin were sitting at a table near the front. Ron and his dance partner were far away, but Ginny and Neville leaned closer.

I have to say that Hermione was really eye-catching today, and Harry was sincerely happy for Hermione.

"Oh, we also have a castle. It's not as big as this one, and it's not as comfortable as this one. That's what I thought." Krum was confiding to his dance partner, "We only have four floors, and the furnace will only be used for magic needs." Will light up, but our base is bigger than these - even though in the winter we get almost no sunlight, so we don't like it, but in the summer we fly every day, over lakes and mountains -"

"Okay, okay, Viktor." Karkaroff said, smiling but unable to hide his cold eyes, "Stop talking, otherwise your charming friend will know about us The hiding place!"

Dumbledore smiled and blinked, "Keeping it secret like this...others will not welcome visitors!"

"Oh, Dumbledore." Karkaroff grinned, showing his yellow teeth as much as possible, "We are here to protect our own territory, aren't we? Because we are the only ones who know the secrets of the school and are proud of it. , isn’t it right to protect it?”

"Oh, I never dreamed that I knew all the secrets of Hogwarts." Dumbledore said kindly. "For example, this morning alone, I wanted to go to the bathroom, but I went in the wrong direction and found There was a whole lot of chamber pots in a very nice house that I had never been in, and when I looked closer I realized that the house had been painted, but I had to try to remember all that, and maybe it was just that. It doesn't appear until half past five in the morning, or it only appears when the moon is at quarter, or when the seeker has a particularly strong limb."

Harry snorted towards his plate of spicy vegetable stew, and Percy frowned but Dumbledore gave him a small wink downwards.

At the same time, Fleur criticized the decorations at Hogwarts to Roger Davis.

"It's nothing," she complained, looking at the glowing walls around the hall. "In the palace at Beauxbatons, in the refectory at Climas, there are ice sculptures all over the place. They don't melt, of course. They were like huge diamond statues, lighting up the whole place, and the food was first-class, and a group of wooden maidens sang as we ate, and there were not any such ugly armors in our hall, and if any naughty devil broke into the Booth Barton will be kicked out like this." She slapped the table impatiently.

Roger Davis looked at her face as she spoke with blurry eyes. He couldn't bring his fork to his mouth. Harry thought that Davis was too busy watching Fulu and swallowing every word she said. .

"That's right," Davis said quickly, imitating Fleur slapping her hand on the table. "Just like that, yes."

This is completely treating Davis like a monkey, but Fan Lin and Ron must still like it very much if they know it.

Fleur is Fanlin's friend, and Ron...

Ron's eyes never moved away from Hermione.

Harry looked around the hall. Hagrid was sitting at one of the tables, his body wrapped in his fuzzy brown suit, staring at the main table.

Harry saw him wave his hand, and looking in the direction, he saw Madame Maxime waving her hand as well, her opal sparkling in the candlelight. (To be continued)