Chapter 577 Dance Partner (2)

In fact, Ron, who made such nonsense, was naturally the one who suffered. Professor McGonagall's invitation was not so easy to refuse.

Dancing with Professor McGonagall in your arms is not a common thing, this is the treatment of the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

The last week of term is getting rowdy.

Rumors about the Yule Ball were flying everywhere, but Fanlin didn't believe them all - for example, Dumbledore had bought eight hundred barrels of spiced mead from Mrs. Rosemartre.

That sounds like it might be true, and besides, he's already booked sisters. In fact, Fan Lin has no idea who or what that very... or weird sister is. He has never owned a wizard radio, but from the ecstasy of those who grew up listening to wizard radio broadcasts Jiner deduced that it was a famous singing group.

Some teachers, like Professor Welliver, stopped teaching when they saw that the students' hearts were flying to nowhere. He allowed the students to play games in his class, and he himself played most of the games. Time was spent telling Potter about the ingenious Flying Charm he had used on his first mission, the Triwizard Tournament.

Other teachers are not so generous.

For example, Professor Binsi kept talking from the notes about the demon uprising - as if he would not stop teaching even if he was dying.

So they thought it was impossible for something as small as Christmas to make him stop.

In fact, Fanlin has never understood why Professor Binns is so sharp... How amazing! He made the story of the goblin rebellion so bloody and violent sound like Percy's cauldron report - long and smelly.

Professor Moody was in class until the last second before the end of get out of class, and Snape was certainly no exception.

He looked at the class with evil intentions, as if to warn them that he would use the last class of the semester to test their ability to detoxify poisons.

"It's absolutely diabolical," Ron said bitterly that night in the Gryffindor common room. "There were exams on the last day, and the joy of the end-of-term break was wiped out by the pile of general revisions. ”

"Well... you won't torture yourself like this, will you?" Hermione said, looking up at him from the potion notes she was reviewing.

Ron is busy building his paper fort out of exploding tiles - more fun than playing mages because the whole fort can explode at any moment.

"It's Christmas!" said Harry lazily, as he lay in an easy chair by the fire and read "Flying with the Cannon" for the tenth time.

Hermione looked at him seriously as well. "I thought you were doing something constructive!"

"What does it look like?" Harry said, looking at the scene in "Cannon" in which "Joseph Zolkins tied a Bersey Castle pursuer with a short stick."

"Egg! Golden egg!" hissed Hermione.

"Hey, Hermione, I'll find out on February 24th," said Harry.

He put the golden egg in the suitcase upstairs, and he hadn't opened it since the celebration party on his first mission. After all, there were still two and a half months before he needed to know what all those screaming wails meant.

"It might take weeks to arrive!" said Hermione. "If everyone knows what the next task is by then, but you don't know, you will be like a fool!"

"Leave him alone, Hermione, he needs to rest," said Ron, placing the last two cards on top of the fortress, and then the whole one exploded, burning his eyebrows.

"Don't worry, Hermione." Fan Lin said, "Maybe, I probably..."

"Harry must find the clues on his own." Hermione said angrily, as if she had forgotten how she helped Harry.

Fan Lin smiled sarcastically. It was undoubtedly irrational to argue with Hermione on this issue.

"It looks great, Ron...it goes well with your dress, it really does."

Fred and George were talking from a distance. They came over and sat down at a table with several people. At this time, Ron felt that he had made things serious.

Burnt eyebrows paired with terrible lace.

Ron would never forget how one morning Mrs. Weasley asked an owl to deliver a box of clothes...

"Ron, can we borrow your Peewee Army?" George asked.

"No, it's on its way to deliver the letter now," said Ron. "What's the matter?"

"Because George wanted to ask him to the ball," Fred said sarcastically.

"Because we have to send a letter, silly," said George.

"Who do you always write to?" said Ron.

"If you're meddling... stick your nose out, Ron, or I'll burn you too," Fred said, waving his wand threateningly.

Fan Lin guessed that it was probably Bagmon. They made a lot of money from the Quidditch World Cup.

Fan Lin was about to express that he could lend the owl out, but Fred's next words held him back.

"So... have you all found your dance partner?"

"No." Ron said dejectedly.

"Well, you'd better act quickly, old friend, otherwise, all the good ones will be hired away by others." Fred said.

"Who are you going with?" said Ron.

"Angelina," Fred blurted out, not at all embarrassed.

"What?" Ron asked in surprise. "Have you already invited her?"

"That's right," Fred said, turning around and calling to the lounge, "Hey! Angelina!"

Angelina was chatting with Alicia by the fire, when she turned her head and looked at him.

"What?" she responded.

"Want to go to the prom with me?" Angelina looked at Fred appraisingly.

"Okay." She said, turning around and chatting with Alisiel again, with a smile on her face.

"You see?" Fred said to Harry and Ron, "It's very easy."

He stood up, yawned and said, "We'd better use the school owl, George, come on..."

They're gone.

Ron stopped thinking about his eyebrows and looked at the smoking remains of the castle and then at Harry.

"It's time for us to take action...invite certain people. He's right, we can't invite a pair of girls who look like mountain spirits."

Hermione spat angrily. "A couple of what...say it again?"

"Well - you know," Ron said, shrugging, "I'd really rather go alone - if it's with Eloise Midgen."

"Her nose seems to be crooked," Ron said.

"Oh, I see," said Hermione, her hair standing on end. "'So simply put, you just want to find the best-looking girl, even if she's scary?"

"Uh-yeah, almost." Ron said.

"I'm going to bed." Hermione interrupted him and walked towards the girls' stairwell without saying another word.

Others looked dumbfounded.

For example, Fan Lin and Harry.

Everyone knew that Ron could easily make Hermione angry, but this time he seemed to have really angered Hermione.

There is no doubt that this is because of Ron's words, judging people by their appearance, etc. This is undoubtedly hurtful to a girl.

To be exact, any normal girl would be angry about something like this.

There is no doubt that this will greatly hinder Fanlin's actions, and Hermione was so angry that he was included in it.

This made Fan Lin a little confused, but that was the fact. Hermione didn't show up for several days in a row.

Maybe I should learn from Fred? Fan Lin thought so more than once, but it was still a bit too embarrassing to invite in front of so many people.

Because Hogwarts staff want to impress visitors from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, they have decided to put the castle's best foot forward this Christmas.

As the decorations began to go up, Harry realized that it was the most amazing thing he had ever seen in the school.

Icicles were fixed to the railings of the stairs, and the twelve Christmas trees were still in the Great Hall as usual, decorated with everything from shiny hollow berries to golden owls that hooted really loudly and sang. The carols.

Listen to "Oh, come on, all sincerely" sung by an empty armor who only understands half the words.

It feels really different.

Several times, Filch had to pull Peeves out of his armor.

(Peeves liked to hide out there and write lyrics to his songs, but they were all terribly vulgar.)

Harry still hadn't invited Cho to the ball.

Both he and Ron were getting nervous now, and although Harry had said that Ron would look stupider if he had a dance partner, Harry should have been chosen first along with the other champions.

"I guess Moaning Myrtle will go too," he said gloomily, referring to the ghost that haunted the girls' bathroom on the second floor.

"Harry - we have to try it quickly."

Ron said Friday morning, in a tone that suggested they were planning to storm an impenetrable fortress.

"We'll all have dance partners when we get back to the common room tonight - okay?"

"Uh... ok." Harry said.

But every time he saw Cho - at recess, at lunch, on her way to History of Magic class - she was always surrounded by a large group of friends.

Didn't she go somewhere alone? Maybe, he could hide on her way to the bathroom, but no, that's not possible - she seemed to be escorted by four or five girls when she went to the bathroom.

But if he didn't act soon, she would definitely be invited by someone else.

Harry found that he couldn't concentrate on Snape's antidote tests, and he kept forgetting to add an important ingredient...a bazooka.

This meant he would get low marks, but he didn't care, it was a regular occurrence anyway.

He was thinking about how to muster the courage to do what he was going to do. As soon as the bell rang, he grabbed his schoolbag and rushed to the cell door. (To be continued)