Chapter 575 News About Transfiguration Class

"Potter! Weasley! Pay attention, okay?" McGonagall's irritated and hoarse voice swept through the Transfiguration class on Thursday like a whip.

Regarding Ron and Harry's bold behavior, Fan Lin could only give a sympathetic look.

In fact, Harry's victory has been a source of excitement for the best friends lately.

Hermione had warned them both, but it was of no use.

Harry and Ron both jumped up and looked up.

It was almost the end of get out of class at that time, and they had all finished their work; the guinea fowl was turned into a guinea pig by them, and then they turned it back into the big cage on Professor McGonagall's podium (whose guinea pig still has it? There are chicken feathers), and they copied the assignment from the blackboard (describing and giving examples of how spells such as transfiguration are used to complete variations).

It was almost the end of get out of class, so Harry and Ron were having a sword fight in the back of the class with Fred and George's fake wands.

They both stopped now and looked up at the blackboard, Ron clutching a tin parrot and Harry a rubber crocodile.

"Both Potter and Weasley are well behaved and sensible now," Professor McGonagall said, before giving them another angry look. Because the heads of Harry and the crocodile hung down and touched the ground - Ron's parrot pecked it with its beak...

I have to admit that what Fred and George made was very interesting, especially under the premise that Fanlin provided a lot of alchemy skills, which made Weasley's joke products even better.

According to the agreement, Fred and George are not allowed to disclose information about Van Lin to Hermione in any form.

Just let the two of them come and get scolded. Anyway, don't bring yourself.

"I have something to announce to everyone—" Professor McGonagall cleared her throat.

"The Christmas Ball is coming soon... This is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and an opportunity to communicate with foreign guests. Now, the ball is only open to students in fourth grade and above... but... you can also invite a junior Students, if you like—"

Lavender Brown couldn't help but chuckle, the sound was harsh. Parhuti. Patty touched her ribs and looked at her angrily, trying hard not to laugh.

They both looked back at Harry.

Professor McGonagall didn't notice them, so Harry felt it was unfair because he and Ron had almost been reprimanded.

Fan Lin's eyes lit up, and he almost forgot that there was this activity, this kind of operation.

Fanlin turned his attention to Hermione, but the girl seemed to not see anything. Hermione's eyes were always on Professor McGonagall.

Just when Fanlin hesitated to call Hermione, Professor McGonagall continued her speech.

"You must wear a dress. I believe you must have read the list. The list of necessities for admission. I don't want any gentleman or lady to have a dress by the time the ball starts." Professor McGonagall continued, "The ball. Beginning at eight o'clock on Christmas Day and ending at midnight, in the Assembly Hall now—"

Professor McGonagall glanced at the class calmly.

"The Yule Ball is, of course, a great opportunity, um - to have some fun," she said in a very disapproving tone.

Lavender laughed even harder, covering her mouth with one hand to stop herself from laughing. Harry now knew why it was so funny: Professor McGonagall, with her hair tied in a tight bun on the back of her head, looked like Never let my hair down.

(In English, "let your hair down" means having fun.)

"That doesn't mean," Professor McGonagall continued, "that we would relax the rules of conduct for Hogwarts students. If a Gryffindor embarrassed the school in any way, I would be very upset. Not happy."

The bell rang, and everyone packed their schoolbags, slung them over their shoulders, and rushed out of the classroom as usual.

Fan Lin was about to speak, but Hermione's speed was far beyond his imagination. As soon as he raised his head, Hermione disappeared.

Professor McGonagall shouted in the noise: "Potter--you still have something to do, please don't leave yet."

Harry guessed that it might be about his headless rubber crocodile, so he walked to the podium with his head lowered.

Professor McGonagall waited until the class had left and then said, "Potter, the champions and their partners—"

"What partner?" Harry asked in surprise.

Professor McGonagall looked at him quizzically, as if he was asking this question just to be funny.

"Your partner at the Yule Ball, Potter," she said coldly, "your partner."

Harry's stomach seemed to twist together and then shrink again, "Dance partner?"

He felt himself blush.

"I can't dance." He immediately excused himself.

"Oh, no, you will," said Professor McGonagall, slightly exasperated. "That's what I'm telling you. Balls have always been for champions and their partners."

Harry imagined himself in a tall hat and tailcoat, accompanied by a girl in a tucked evening gown, like the one Aunt Petunia often wore. Like attending Uncle Vernon's company party.

"I can't dance," he said.

"But that's a traditional thing," Professor McGonagall said firmly.

"You are a Hogwarts champion and you should represent the school and do what we expect of you. So please be sure to find a dance partner, Potter."

"but I do not know how--"

"I've said all I have to say, Potter," Professor McGonagall said, ending the conversation.

A week ago, Harry would have said that it would be easier for me to find a dance partner than to compete with a Hungarian horn-tailed dragon.

But now that he had already competed with the Horn-tailed Dragon, and faced with how to invite a girl to the prom, he would rather have one more round of competition with the Horn-tailed Dragon.

Harry had never imagined that so many people would sign up to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas. He usually stayed at school for Christmas, because otherwise he was back in Privette Street.

Privet Drive, that's a really bad name.

To compare, dancing and going back to Privette Street...

Well... the contestants of the Triwizard Tournament are not allowed to leave the school. At least, at the end of the game, at least he, Fleur Delacour, Cedric and Krum, these people cannot leave at all. The scope of Hogwarts.

The most Harry can do is go to Hogsmeade to take a look, which is the Ministry of Magic's regulations.

But this year was different. Every student above fourth year seemed to be staying, and Harry felt that they too were bothered by the dance - or, at least, all the girls were.

How spectacular it would be for Hogwarts to accommodate so many girls at once. Why had he never noticed it before?

You see, some girls are giggling and whispering in the corridor; some girls laugh shrilly when boys pass by them; others are exchanging ideas about what to wear on Christmas night. what clothes……

"Why do they always have to go in groups?" Harry asked Ron as he saw a dozen girls passing them, snickering and staring at him.

"How do you think you should invite them?"

"How about putting a rope around one?" Ron suggested. "Have you thought about who to invite? Besides, with Hermione here, we don't need to worry about Fan Lin at all."

Harry didn't answer.

Of course he knew who he wanted to invite, but working up the courage was another matter... Qiu Zhang was one year older than him, very beautiful, a very good Quidditch player, and very popular. , very popular.

Ron seemed to know what Harry was thinking.

"Look, you're not going to have any trouble. You're a champ, and you've defeated a Hungarian horn-tailed dragon. I bet they'll be lining up for your invitation."

For the sake of their newly restored friendship, Ron tried to minimize this embarrassment.

And, much to Harry's surprise, what happened later proved Ron right.

The next day, a curly-haired girl from Hufflepuff's third year came to invite him to the dance. This person Harry had never spoken to. Harry surprised himself by turning her down without even thinking about it.

Because of this girl, Harry had to endure the insults from Dean, Finnigan and Ron in the History of Magic class.

On the third day, two more girls came to invite him, one was in the second grade and the other was in the fifth grade (which he felt very honored). If Harry refused, the second one looked like he would It's like being knocked unconscious with one punch.

"She's pretty pretty," Ron said after he finished laughing.

"She's a foot taller than me," Harry said, looking discouraged. "Just imagine what it would be like for me to dance with her."

Hermione's comments about Krum and his followers kept echoing in his mind. "They only like him because he is famous!"

Harry doubted that the girls who invited him would have invited him if he hadn't been the school champion.

Then he wondered whether he would be so annoyed if Qiu invited him.

Overall, Harry had to admit that although the ball was embarrassing to him, it was even worse than being back in Privitt Street.

But since he completed his first mission, his life has improved significantly.

He no longer encountered the unpleasant things that had happened in the corridor. He suspected it had something to do with Cedric - he thought it was Cedric telling Hufflepuff's group not to mess with him.

In order to repay him for informing him about the arrival of the dragon...

It seems that there have been fewer calls to support Cedric recently.

Of course Draco Malfoy still told him about Rita Skeeter's article every possible moment, but now he felt that there was nothing funny about it - it just brought up Harry's happiness. feel.

There is no news about Hagrid or the Blast-Ended Skrewt in the Daily Prophet.

"To be honest with you, she doesn't seem interested in magical beasts," Hagrid whispered.

"Okay, I told her we've been friends since I picked you up at Dally's house... 'You haven't scolded him in four years?' That's what Rita asked. Didn't you get annoyed in class? I told her No, she seemed upset, Harry, you might think she wanted me to say you were scary."

"Of course she does," Harry said, throwing pieces of the dragon's liver into a large metal bowl, picking up his knife and cutting some out. "She keeps writing about what a tragic little hero I am, and that would be boring."

"She wants a new hero, Hagrid," Ron said, peeling the tin eggshell. "You should say Harry is a crazy criminal!"

"But he's not!" Hagrid said in shock.

"She should have interviewed Snape a long time ago," Harry said angrily. "He could have told her about my good deeds at any time: Potter always made mistakes after coming to school..."

"Professor Snape won't cover up for you, Harry..." Vanlin shrugged his shoulders.

"You can imagine how bad he would describe Harry as... an arrogant ghost, always thinking about how to show off, and never understand the professor's teachings..."

Vanlin imitated Professor Snape's demeanor in a very close tone.

Cold eyebrows and a hooked nose.

"He said that?" Hagrid said in surprise, while Ron and Hermione were laughing.

Hagrid immediately saw that Vanlin was teasing Harry.

"Okay, don't be so serious, Harry, you're all healed now, right?"

"Thank you, Hagrid." Harry smiled.

"Hagrid, are you going to the Christmas ball?" Ron asked.

"I think I'll go and see." Hagrid said hoarsely, "It must be fun, I think you'll be the first to announce the start of the ball, right, Harry? Who will you take?"

"No, I haven't found it yet." Harry said, feeling his face flush again.

Fanlin's eyes unconsciously swept over, but Hermione didn't look at him.

"What about you?" Hagrid asked.

"I'm the same as Harry." Ron said, he didn't care.

Hermione didn't answer Hagrid, "I'll feed these things to the skrewts, I think they can try it."

Hermione said quickly, she swept all the debris into the basin and took it out.

"Oh, of course, thank you very much." Hagrid said innocently, and then he moved his eyes to Fanlin.

"So, what about you?" Hagrid asked.

"Me? What?"

"Dance, Vanlin, you must have a partner..." Hagrid said seriously.

"I don't think Vanlin needs to worry." Harry said, he thought of Fleur, it seems that they have a good relationship, and Hermione is also there.

"Uh... I think Harry should be the most anxious." Vanlin said, "You should prepare as soon as possible, after all, Harry will dance the opening dance..." (To be continued)