Glory To Slytherin

Compared with the restaurant, the prom scene is obviously more grand.

There are many dining tables against the wall in the wide hall. Food and wine are naturally indispensable, but that is not the focus today.

In the middle of the hall, there is a large vacant space, which is obviously a dance floor for everyone.

And in the middle, there is a circular stage that is only slightly higher than the ground. On the stage, all kinds of weird instruments are stacked on it. It seems that a band will perform on stage in a while.

On Haohao's ceiling in the hall, crystal lamps hung from above. They maintained a constant brilliance, illuminating the entire hall with bright lights.

The guests were scattered around the dance floor, and everyone seemed to be waiting for something.

Ulysses was standing in the corner, chatting with Mr. Burst. They have not had much chance to meet since their goodbyes in Hogsmeade last year. Meeting at the Rozier family banquet today made Mr. Bost very happy.

Mr. Rozier took Gerrard and stood at the door, and Puvit and his son were also standing nearby, which seemed to be arguing.

Just when Ulysses, like everyone else, stared at the door intentionally or unintentionally, the door was quietly pushed open.

Only two people walked in, one large and one small, and they seemed to be a father and son.

Their clothes are not as meticulous as the people on the dance floor, and it can even be seen that the clothes on their bodies are washed and washed old clothes.

But Ulysses could see that the two sets were ancient wizard robes with a sense of age.

As soon as the father and son entered the door, Mr. Rozier and Prewitt leaned in immediately. Seeing their polite manners, they obviously had what they wanted.

The middle-aged wizard has a calm temperament, and the old man's face has a kind of unangered and mighty aura. His son is more frivolous, with a relaxed smile at the corner of his mouth, looking at the people on the dance floor.

"Mr. Norman, please--"

Mr. Rozier invited him, "The prom is just about to begin, don't you want to enjoy the music together?"

He was about to wave his hand for the band to come on stage, but saw the middle-aged wizard whom he called "Mr. Norman" waved his hand and said casually:

"No, I came here to interrupt if something happened. It's urgent, so let's avoid it if it can be avoided."

On the other side, Mr. Prewitt's mouth twitched slightly, as if he was laughing at Mr. Rozier's ignorance. He simply turned away from the guest, put Mr. Rozier aside, bent over and said:

"Mr. Norman, since the matter is urgent, it's better to ask in the backyard! It's quieter and easier to discuss."

"You are--"

Mr. Norman looked at him and asked.

"My fellow Fry Prewitt. If you have any needs, please feel free to give orders."

Mr. Prewitt said with a small salute.

"Oh, it's the Puvit family..." Mr. Norman nodded and continued, "One more person will give you more strength, so let's go to the backyard together."

He turned his head and said to his son, "You are walking around the dance floor now, don't run too far."

"Don't worry, I'm not a kid anymore."

His son smiled and walked towards the dance floor.

Ulysses watched this scene from a distance, and when he saw Mr. Prewitt's actions, he was slightly startled, thinking that Mr. Prewitt's actions were really proficient.

"You also think Mr. Prewitt doesn't wanting face, right?"

Just as Ulysses was stunned, a pleasant voice suddenly rang in his ear.

Ulysses turned his head to look, his eyes trance for a moment.

Cecil had changed into a gorgeous ball costume, the purple skirt was like a coquettish violet, his smooth shoulders were exposed to the air, and the lights bounced briskly on it.

"Why, don't you know the elder sister after changing clothes?"

Cecil squinted and moved his face forward.

Draco's eyes were amazed, and he swallowed unconsciously.

"I really don't recognize it. The tattered and open clothes are more suitable for you."

Ulysses narrowed his eyes and said lightly.

"So careful? Still brooding about it?"

Cecil said dissatisfiedly, "Is this the attitude toward the senior sister? It seems that even that guy is more gentlemanly than you."

She pointed to Mr. Norman Jr. walking towards the dance floor.

"You know him?"

Ulysses frowned.

"His name is Vic Norman, and he is the only heir to the contemporary Norman family. The Norman family is not one of the 28 Sacred tribes, but no one dares to ignore their huge heritage and terrifying power...otherwise why my father and Is that Puwit so respectful to Mr. Norman?"

Cecil explained with a smile.

"Since it is so important, why are you still here?"

Ulysses seemed to smile.

"Because I know you better."

Cecil took Ulysses' arm affectionately, and said in his ear, "Although it is a bit careful, I was very moved by your behavior that day..."

Draco was dumbfounded, and he stopped talking, but he didn't even dare to bother until he didn't know what Ulysses meant.

Millie squeezed her fist, but was pulled aside by Mr. Burst, and shook her head solemnly to stop her next move.

"Then what if he takes the initiative to come to you?"

Ulysses' nose was scented but unmoved, he pointed to Vic Norman calmly.

He searched the dance floor for a while, and then inadvertently swept his gaze to Ulysses's side.

A sly flash flashed in Cecil's eyes, staring at Ulysses with bright eyes, and whispered:

"Then count on you to help me block it. Can you bear to give away my cupped hands?"

"That's too much to bear."

Ulysses took out his arm calmly and pushed her forward.

"Beautiful Miss, I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to dance with you?"

Vic Norman walked up to Cecil with a smile and performed a standard aristocratic etiquette. He put one hand behind him and stretched out the other hand, leaning slightly, waiting for Cecil's decision. .

"It's ruthless."

Cecil smiled and glanced at Ulysses, put his hand on Vic Norman's, twisted his graceful posture and followed him to the dance floor.

"Ulysses... you just let her go?"

Draco stammered, with a thick resentment between his brows, and the reaction was more intense than Ulysses.

"Do you really believe her?"

Ulysses sneered. Of course he could see that Cecil put on a gorgeous dress just to wait for this moment. As for what I said to Ulysses, it was just a ridiculous ridicule.

"But……"

Draco was still a little worried.

Ulysses frowned, looked at Draco and said:

"Isn't it? Is she so attractive... Wait a minute."

Suddenly, his face was solemn, and the Mental Energy field shrouded toward Draco.

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