"However, as long as you know the coordinates, with his space magic, you should be able to come back at will, and don't care about him." Sherlock said.

Helen nodded unconsciously.

"The dance party is about to begin," said Watson. "Are you going to attend?"

"Of course," Sherlock said.

"Dance?" Helen turned her head and looked at Sherlock in a daze.

"The Christmas dance party is after the magic exchange meeting." Watson said to Helen and said, "Didn't Sherlock tell you? I thought he brought you here because of this."

"I have no idea..." Helen looked at Sherlock complainingly, "Why didn't you tell me earlier where there are people wearing casual clothes to attend the dance."

Sherlock held Helen's hand, "Don't worry, I'm ready, just leave it to me."

...

At this point, the magic exchange meeting has officially ended.

No one cares whether Kelly cheats when using rockets, anyway, the rules do not allow this to be used.

The magic exchange meeting itself is a celebration-type competition. In order to deepen the exchanges between the three schools, it is not good to be too serious. Anyway, the program effect has been achieved and has been well received.

What people care more about now is the Christmas Eve dance tonight.

This is the tradition after the Goblet of Fire, which continues at this magic exchange meeting.

Sherlock held Helen's hand, pushed open the door of the hall, and entered the interior of the auditorium.

The little magicians have already sat down, so the entry of the two has attracted the attention of many people.

Helen's appearance is incredibly beautiful at the moment.

Sherlock made some hand and foot on her hair, which were no longer matte, but became soft and shiny, and tied into a elegant bun behind her head.

She was wearing a robe made of flowing light purple blue fabric, and her temperament was different. She carried Sherlock's arm and hired Tingting, even the corners of the skirt raised with her steps were elegant.

Sherlock, he is usually gentle and low-key. Everyone knows that he has a good appearance, but today he comes with Helen. His clear eyes and short golden hair that naturally droops on weekdays are all properly combed behind his head, revealing his plump and smooth forehead.

His handsome appearance, kind and gentle face, calm and generous demeanor are truly unforgettable.

As soon as the two appeared, they attracted the attention of the audience and it was difficult to leave the two of them for a long time.

The walls of the auditorium were covered with shiny silver frost, the ceiling was a starry night sky, and hundreds of wreaths of mistletoe branches and ivy were hung.

Four college tables were gone, replaced by a hundred small tables with lanterns lighted, with about ten people sitting next to each table.

There was no food on the shiny plate, but there was a small menu in front of everyone.

Dumbledore looked at his menu carefully, then said to his plate very clearly:

“Pork chops!”

The pork chops appeared immediately.

The others on the table suddenly realized and followed suit, ordering their favorite food on the plate.

After finishing all the food, Dumbledore stood up and asked the classmates to stand up too.

Then he waved his wand and all the tables flew to the wall, leaving a clearing in the middle.

He then formed a high stage and stuck it to the base of the right wall, with a set of drums, a few guitars, a lute, a cello and a few organs on it.

Professor McGonagall walked to the stage and "the voice was loud." Her voice spread throughout the auditorium.

"Merry Christmas, I wish you a well-educated and frivolous night."

Professor McGonagall made a brief opening and left the stage.

At this time, the bands rushed onto the stage together, and the audience burst into warm applause like thunder.

They picked up their own instruments, and the lanterns on the table were extinguished.

The band played a waltz with a bright rhythm, and the magicians present pulled their respective dance partners to the dance hall.

Sherlock also pulled Helen, who was helpless, into the brightly lit dance floor and danced gracefully.

"I...I don't know how to dance." Helen said with a slightly red face.

"It's okay, I'll teach you, just follow my movements! It's very simple."

The dancing steps under Helen's feet slowed down and she couldn't help but beat them up.

Sherlock smiled and tried hard on his hands. Helen soared into the air, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and when she landed, it coincided with the dance music.

Sherlock's hands seemed to have magic power, guiding himself.

No, this person has magic.

Helen was sticking to Sherlock, and under the influence of this soft dance music and romantic atmosphere, her eyes looking at Sherlock were also slightly confused...

...

In the teacher's seat, Kuro said to Yuko beside him.

"Do you want to dance with me?"

Yuko was also wearing a pure black evening dress at this moment. The close-fitting design fully demonstrated her graceful figure. The black flower headdress with yarn on her head looked even more mysterious.

The highlight of her already beautiful appearance is even more glorious. Obviously, she deliberately wore such an evening dress for the dance tonight.

Yuko raised her head and glanced at Kuro, pretending to be angry, "That's how you invite others to dance with you?"

Kuro smiled, gave a gentlemanly greeting to Yuko, bent over slightly, and stretched out his right hand.

"So...beautiful Miss Yuko, can I be lucky enough to dance with you?"

Yuko, who was sitting on the chair, looked at Kuro like this, and smiled, stretched out his silk gloves' right hand and put it on Kuro's hand.

"certainly."

The two of them just held hands and walked into the dance hall with a smile on their faces.

Sitting in a corner, Roman was holding a kitten, tilting his head and rubbing his head with his face, pulling one of his legs straight with one hand, shaking with the music. The cat had an expression of being murdered.

It was a student who went to dance who commissioned the cat to him.

However, a beautiful figure stood in front of Roman.

Wearing a green long dress full of nature style, long blonde hair tied behind the head, and iconic pointed ears.

"Doctor Roman." Lixia smiled and stretched out her hand at him, "Let's come together."

Roman was stunned, then smiled awkwardly, "Forget it, I..."

But before he could refute, Lixia took Roman's hand enthusiastically and pulled him up.

Then she looked at the cat jumping off Roman and said.

"Stay here."

The cat meowed, lay down in Roman's position, and yawned with some fatigue.

"Okay, it won't run around," Lixia said.

Roman: "I...I'm not this..."

But then, he sighed as if he was willing to accept his fate, smiled, and followed Lixia to the dance hall.

The steps of several male students who originally wanted to invite Lixia to dance stopped, and looked at Roman led by Lixia resentfully.

Dumbledore also held Professor McGonagall's hand and stepped into the dance hall with a smile.

Professor Grindelwald sat in his seat, his heels undulating rhythmically to the music, and he occasionally took the wine glass on one side and sipped it.

Gu Yi also smiled slightly and watched the dance quietly.

Soon, many people also entered the dance hall.

The music is soft and the melody is beautiful. In the spacious hall, people hugged their own dances and danced with the music, and everyone's faces were filled with smiles.

The organ played the last trembling note, the music stopped, and warm applause burst out in the auditorium again.

“Helen.”

Sherlock looked at Helen, took out a small box from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Merry Christmas."

Helen opened her eyes unexpectedly and looked at the box in her hand. A guess rose from her heart and looked at Sherlock with some complexity.

"Will it be a little too early? We..."

"You open it first, take a look." Sherlock said helplessly.

Helen looked at the box in her hand curiously, and then opened it gently.

It was not the ring she expected, but a medal, with very exquisite workmanship and a unique symbol of a cross garden table on it...

Looking at the medal, Helen opened her eyes slightly and looked at Sherlock incredibly.

"This is...the Knight's Order of the Round Table!?"

Sherlock nodded with a smile.
To be continued...