HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 260 The Banquet Begins

"I'm not staying overnight. I'm going home tonight. I'm planning to go on a long trip tomorrow." I suddenly feel like visiting Oliver tomorrow. I haven't seen him for a whole semester, and it's a holiday now, so I'm planning to go see him.

"Sigh, this really breaks my heart," Riddle said, feigning concern as he stood beside me.

“I have plenty of time during my vacation. I want to go out and have some fun tomorrow. Don’t you have important things to do?” Riddle can’t always go along with him. It’s kind of fun to refuse him appropriately, isn’t it?

"Nothing can compare to you, right? But you can go out and have some fun if you need to. I'm not the kind of person who restricts your freedom." Riddle, who hadn't split his soul, was still quite rational. He was very possessive, but he knew that the tighter he held me, the further I would run away.

If Ayers really tries to escape with all his might, Riddle himself has no chance of catching him.

"Master, shall we begin the banquet?" A house-elf carrying a tray approached the sofa where Riddle and I were chatting.

“Let’s begin.” Riddle picked up his drink and took a sip.

As Riddle said this, music began to play in the hall, and those who had been standing started dancing in pairs.

The magnificent crystal chandelier casts a soft glow, draping the entire hall in a dreamy veil.

The melodious music, like a babbling brook, flowed through everyone's hearts and stirred their steps.

Men and women dressed in exquisite formal attire seemed to be under a spell, naturally pairing up and entering the center of the dance floor.

The men stood tall and graceful, extending their hands to invite the women to dance; the women, in turn, gently draped their arms over the men's, their skirts swaying like blooming flowers with each step.

In the dance floor, pairs of dance partners danced gracefully.

Their steps were light and precise, and every turn, every advance and retreat, was perfectly in sync with the rhythm of the music.

The dance steps are sometimes slow and gentle, like a breeze gently caressing the surface of a lake, creating soft ripples; at other times they are rapid and intense, like a summer downpour, passionate and full of energy.

A woman in a black silk dress with bright eyes danced with a man in a black tuxedo.

They worked together seamlessly, moving freely across the dance floor.

As the woman twirled, her skirt billowed, revealing her slender ankles; the man's strong arms held her waist tightly, guiding her through one difficult move after another, drawing gasps of admiration from those around them.

In a corner, a young girl stood shyly, gazing at the people on the dance floor with envy and longing in her eyes. Just then, a similarly young gentleman noticed her. He smiled, approached, and politely extended his hand: "Beautiful lady, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?"

The girl blushed, hesitated for a moment, and then gently placed her hand on the gentleman's hand.

Led by the gentleman, the girl slowly walked into the dance floor.

At first, her movements were a little stiff, but as the music flowed, she gradually relaxed and immersed herself in the world of dance.

The music continued, and the people on the dance floor seemed tireless.

In this beautiful melody, they fully expressed their emotions and enjoyed the joy and beauty of the moment.

Everyone's face was beaming with smiles, smiles that shone brighter than the crystal chandelier.

In this grand ball, music and dance intertwine, weaving a magnificent tapestry that captivates everyone present, allowing them to temporarily forget the troubles and distractions of the outside world and focus solely on this dreamlike moment.

Riddle and I sat with our legs crossed, watching this scene unfold. It didn't look like a gathering of the Black Organization at all; there wasn't a trace of darkness in it.

“Master, I would like to invite you to dance.” Bellatrix Lestrange, dressed in a long evening gown, suddenly approached Riddle and respectfully invited him.

“Bella, I have someone here who wants to dance.” Riddle didn’t even glance at Bella, his eyes fixed on the liquid in his glass.