Chapter 977

He believed that the secrets within the school were endless, impossible to explore in a single lifetime.

He even brought up the Room of Requirement.

"When I got up early this morning to look for a bathroom, I might have taken a wrong turn, and then I found a super luxurious washroom.

There was an especially exquisite urinal there.

So I think that perhaps it only appears when you're looking for a bathroom in the middle of the night, or maybe it only lets people find it when they are in a desperate hurry."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he winked at Darren.

It was unclear whether he was specifically telling him about that place or just joking.

However, Darren didn't care about that.

He pointed at the food on the menu with great interest, ordering a portion of almost everything that looked interesting to him.

This left him feeling stuffed.

When he was finally full,

he noticed the plates were being cleared away.

Dumbledore signaled for everyone to stand up.

Then, with a wave of his wand, all the tables and chairs were moved to the walls, leaving a large open space in the middle.

He waved his wand again, and a drum kit appeared in the space, along with guitars, a cello, a violin... and so on.

Then, the Weird Sisters took the stage.

Darren felt that this must be a real-life girl group, right? Their clothes were tattered and torn, which was their signature style.

Furthermore, their hair was dyed in messy, chaotic colors.

When they began to play their instruments, Darren noticed that he and the other champions, along with their partners, had been moved to the very center by Dumbledore's wand.

Seeing Hermione's shy appearance, Darren smiled.

He invited this lady to dance.

They danced in the middle of the dance floor.

Hermione was laughing very happily, dancing so joyfully that Darren couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Finally, the song ended.

Hermione stepped back from his arms. Darren was just about to suggest another dance,

but Fleur had already walked over.

Hermione winked at him and then left the floor.

Alright then.

Dancing with Fleur was a different experience.

Fleur was experienced and led him through almost the entire dance.

It allowed Darren to even spare some attention to think about other things.

For instance, why her dress was always so puffy.

Her dress was very white, and very long...

For the third dance, Darren danced with Cassandra.

Cassandra's beautiful green eyes were fixed on him the whole time, and Darren could barely handle it.

The fourth song, the fifth song...

By the time Darren was finally released from the dance floor, he had almost danced through the entire event.

Harry and Ron looked at him in shock.

"You were actually willing to dance with those girls one after another? Don't you get tired!"

"Yeah, if those girls invited me, I would definitely refuse!"

They both said brazenly.

This earned them the mockery of the girls nearby.

Because absolutely no one would invite the two of them to dance.

Even Parvati, after dancing the opening dance with Harry, had run off.

For the rest of the time, they were all trying every possible way to dance with Darren; no one wanted to dance with two little boys who knew nothing.

At twelve o'clock, the sounds of the ball finally died down.

Darren was dragged out for a walk by Harry and Ron.

They felt that Darren had spent the day surrounded by women and had neglected them.

They insisted on spending time alone for the rest of the night.

Although Darren didn't quite understand what the point was of three grown men spending time alone.

But he was dragged out anyway, because at that moment, there were still girls who were not yet satisfied and wanted to spend the night with him.

As a little Saint Father, he certainly couldn't have anything happen with those girls when the harmony was so serious.

So he ran even faster than Harry and the others.

When they finally arrived in the garden, they heard Hagrid's voice.

"You know, my mother... she was one of the last few left in England... later she died, my father raised me, but unfortunately he died later too..."

Darren understood Hagrid's words.

He was just a bit shocked, stemming from when he first read the original work.

For example: Can a man really be a match for a giantess? Wouldn't his head not even fill the space if he stuck it in?

The key is that they could even have a child.

This truly exceeded his cognition.

Hagrid was still there asking: "Are you a father or a mother?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about!"

Madame Maxime said unhappily.

She was somewhat angry.

It seemed she wanted to leave, but Hagrid wouldn't let her go.

"No, don't go, I've never met anyone else before..."

"Anyone else, explain yourself clearly!"

Madame Maxime said angrily.

"Of course, a half-giant..."

Darren looked at Hagrid with sympathy.

Good grief.

Hagrid really didn't know how to read the room at all.

The person didn't want to discuss this issue anymore, yet he kept on talking.

Of course.

It was also possible that he felt there was no need to hide such a lineage.

But for Madame Maxime, who had always denied her lineage, this was a huge insult.

She shrieked.

"Half-giant? I have never suffered such an insult! I am just, just big-boned!"

Darren almost laughed out loud. Good grief, "big-boned."

Is this a dinosaur skeleton?...

No matter how good the Christmas party was, it eventually came to an end.

After the excitement of that night passed.

Hermione returned to her previous style of dress.

Her hair became bushy and messy again.

When Harry and Ron asked, she indicated that she didn't want to dress up like that every day, and she still needed to study.

Harry secretly told Hermione about the topic they heard that night—that Hagrid was a half-giant.

Because Ron believed that in the wizarding world, half-giants were disgusting.

There weren't even any giants left in England now.

They had all been driven away.

It was said that giant blood was extremely brutal; they were naturally short-tempered and very terrifying.