In previous dinners at Hogwarts, all the food was placed on the dining table, like a buffet, for students to choose and eat.
The advantage is of course that the dishes are clear at a glance, but the disadvantage is that there are very few choices.
It may sound counter-intuitive, but it's true.
Because most students will only choose food near their seats, and it is impossible to get up and run from the end of the table to the top of the table for a certain dish.
Now that it's a la carte mode, the autonomy and selection range have been greatly expanded.
But the disadvantage is also obvious, that is, the dish names are very deceptive.
Luofu never thought that "white geese falling on the beach" had nothing to do with wild geese, it was just a big plate of tofu dipped in salt;
He even couldn't understand why the dish "Green Dragon Wo Hei Lake" didn't have any bit of fire dragon meat, not even minced meat, but a large plate of sliced cucumbers.
All I can say is...the name of the dish is for reference only, please refer to the actual product!
Of course, the names of some dishes are self-explanatory:
Stewed watermelon with banana, catfish in Motella juice, venomous pineapple tentacles, cold mandrake and biting kale salad... After looking at the names of the dishes, Luofu didn't have much appetite.
These two are pretty good, but the really uncomfortable thing is the kind of food with an elegant name, but in fact it is a dark cuisine, which makes one difficult to guard against.
Gabrielle also wanted to order a mermaid feast, because she saw the two-tailed mermaid Myrcella on the Mayflower that summer and thought that all mermaids in the world were so beautiful.
But Luofu thought of the ugly mermaids in the Black Lake who looked like they had grown up after drinking nuclear waste water, and quickly stopped her innocence.
Sitting at the dining table, Harry didn't think much about eating. He kept looking towards the door of the auditorium, secretly wondering:
Ron said he was looking for a dance partner. Where did he go?
Even Professor McGonagall also came. She said seriously: "Potter, all the warriors will need to lead the dance soon. Where is Ron Weasley?"
"Ron went to the women's bathroom on the west side of the second floor to wait for his dance partner," Harry said.
"The women's bathroom on the west side?" Professor McGonagall frowned and said, "Weasley's dance partner is Myrtle?"
This guy wouldn't have such a big taste, would he make such a big deal on such an important occasion tonight?!
It would be better for him to have Potter as his dance partner than a ghost, right?
"It's not Myrtle." Harry said quickly, "It's Iroh Karst from Hufflepuff House."
"Nonsense." Professor McGonagall said with a straight face, pointing to the dining table in the distance: "Isn't Iroh Karst sitting there? Where can Weasley wait for her?"
Harry turned his head and looked around, and really saw Iroh Karst, and there was a boy beside her, who was obviously her dance partner.
"What's going on?" Harry looked confused.
At this moment, a frightening, creepy, desperate and painful cry suddenly sounded upstairs, and everyone raised their heads in confusion.
The voice was so familiar that Harry instantly recognized it as Ron's scream.
Harry was about to run out when Professor McGonagall held his shoulders and said seriously: "Potter, stay here while I go take a look!"
Professor McGonagall said she would go take a look, but she didn't come back until the end of the dinner. It seemed like the matter was serious.
As the dinner ended, Dumbledore stood up, waved his wand, and all the tables flew to the wall, leaving a large open space in the middle.
He created a high stage again, attached to the right wall, with a drum set, several guitars, a lute, a cello and several organs placed on it.
The famous wizard band - The Weird Sisters - took to the stage, and the students burst into thunderous applause.
Soon a waltz sounded in the auditorium, smooth and delicate music, announcing the start of the Christmas dance.
Warriors need to lead the dance, this is the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament.
Luofu leaned forward slightly, stretched out his hand to Shirley, and asked politely:
"My beautiful lady, may I ask you to dance?"
Shirley looked at Luo Fu, with a smile on her face that could bring disaster to the country and the people, shy and sweet, and said softly:
"It's my pleasure."
The girl put her hand on Luo Fu's palm, and he took her hand and walked to the center of the auditorium in full view of everyone.
A group of female students looked at Shirley with strong envy and jealousy in their eyes.
Shirley was stared at eagerly and felt a little nervous. Rolf rubbed the back of her hand with his fingers and said softly, "Don't be afraid."
Shirley, whose palms were all sweaty, hummed softly, raised her left hand, put her thumb and index finger on Luo Fu's right shoulder, and Luo Fu's right hand was placed on the girl's back.
The two of them danced lightly and gracefully according to the beat of the music, swaying slowly on the smooth floor.
The two danced slowly at first, and then started to speed up little by little as their bodies got used to the dance music.
By this time, Shirley's nervousness had dissipated, and she moved forward and back with Rove in sync with the beat of the music, sometimes fitting together, sometimes separating; sometimes spinning, sometimes swaying.
The girl's dance steps are light and elegant, dancing like a beautiful butterfly, ethereal and agile.
Rolf looked directly at Shirley, and the girl did the same. She looked at the boy affectionately, her face shone with joy, and her lips also showed a happy smile.
The two of them danced so gracefully that they attracted the attention of everyone in the hall. Even the other warriors leading the dance couldn't help but stop and look at Luo Fu and Shirley.
The weird sisters also noticed the two dazzling presences in the middle of the dance partners, and the rhythm of their music suddenly accelerated, becoming more cheerful and lively.
The movements of Luo Fu and Shirley became more and more complex and difficult. This was not the first time they danced together, but it was definitely the most coordinated one, as if they had been practicing together for many years.
When the music reached its climax, Shirley pressed her fingers on the palm of Rove's hand and began to rotate in circles.
Her long burgundy hair fluttered lightly, like a flickering flame.
The girl's snow-white skirt spread out in layers, and the long skirt rolled with silver threads floated up in the wind one after another, like a water lily unfolding its complicated petals.
Shirley kept spinning, and she felt that everything around her was spinning too, including the lights, candles, ceiling and entire dance floor, as if a disk was spinning on its axis.
But she was not worried about her physical imbalance at all. She completely trusted Luo Fu's arms to support herself.
When the girl finished the last dance step, a pair of big hands had already hugged her waist.
Luofu held Shirley completely in his arms, as if holding a precious moonlight, carefully and cherishing it.
Dumbledore took the lead in applauding, and soon everyone applauded, as if a flock of birds were flapping their wings and taking off, the sound echoed through the entire auditorium.