Chapter 579 Dance Partner (3)

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"See you at dinner time." He said to Ron and Fanlin, and immediately, Harry rushed up the stairs.

He just needed to talk to Qiu alone, that's all...

Harry walked through the crowds in the corridors, looking for her, and (unexpectedly) he soon found her, taking her Dark Arts course.

"Uh - Qiu? Can I have a word with you?"

Giggling should be outlawed, Harry thought angrily as all the girls next to him laughed.

But she didn't laugh. She said, "Okay," and followed him out.

Harry turned to look at her, his stomach lurching as if he'd missed a flight of stairs.

"Uh," he said.

He couldn't just ask her, he couldn't. But he had to do it, Qiu stood there, looking at him in confusion.

Somehow, Harry sent it out, quickly and vaguely.

"Want to go to prom with me?"

"What?" Qiu said.

"Do you want - do you want to go to the ball with me?" Harry repeated quickly.

Why is his face turning red? Why?

"Oh!" Qiu said, and her face turned red. "Oh, Harry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," she knew, too. "I've already promised someone else."

"Oh." Harry nodded.

It was strange that a minute ago, Harry's internal organs were twisting like a snake, and now he suddenly felt as if he had no internal organs.

"Oh, okay." He said, "No problem, it's okay."

"I'm really sorry," she said again.

"It's okay," Harry said.

They stood there looking at each other, and then Cho said, "Okay—"

"Yeah." Harry said.

"Well, goodbye." Qiu said, her face still very red. Then walked away.

Harry called after her because he couldn't control himself.

"Who are you going with?"

"Oh—Cedric," she said, "Cedric Diggory."

"Oh, okay," Harry said.

His insides were back, as if this time they were filled with lead.

He completely forgot about eating and slowly walked back to Gryffindor Tower, Qiu's voice echoing in his ears with every step he took.

"Cedric—Cedric Diggory."

Now he suddenly realized that Cedric was actually just a useless little boy who was completely brainless in every sense of the word.

"Fairy lantern." He said melancholy to the fat lady - the code word had been changed a few days ago.

"Oh, here it comes, my dear!" trembled the fat lady, toying with her new shiny bun, and swung out to meet him.

Entering the common room, Harry looked around. To his surprise, Ron was sitting in a far corner with a sullen face. Ginny was sitting next to him, talking to him in a small, comforting voice. .

"What happened, Ron?" said Harry, who also gathered around.

Ron looked up at Harry, a look of blind fear on his face.

"Why did I do that?" he asked persistently. "I don't know what evil happened to make me do that!"

"What?" Harry asked.

"He - uh, just invited Fleur Delacour to the ball." Ginny said.

She seemed to be forcing a smile, but she always patted Ron's arm sympathetically.

"What?" Harry said.

"I don't know why you did that!" Ron gasped. "What the hell was I doing? There were a lot of people - all around - I was going crazy and everyone was looking at me! I walked past her in the Great Hall - there she was with Diggory Talk—I suddenly thought of it—and walked over to invite her!”

Ron muttered, covering his face with his hands. He kept talking there, although sometimes vaguely. “She looked at me like I was a slug in the ocean or something and didn’t even answer me.

At that point - I don't know - it just occurred to me and I asked. "

"She is a complete slug." Harry said, remembering what Fanlin told him again, "You are right - her grandma is a Veela. That's not your fault, you just care about her She passed by Digory while working on his charms and was influenced - but she was wasting her time, he was already looking for Autumn."

Ron suddenly raised his head, as if he wanted to ask for clarification.

"I invited her to come with me just now," Harry said dejectedly, "She told me."

"That's ridiculous," said Ron. "We're the only ones left without a partner - well, except for one. Hey - guess who he invited? Harry!"

"Who to invite?" Harry said uncertainly, "Alfred?"

"Yes..." Ron changed his mouth. However, Harry recognized this familiar name immediately.

But Harry still couldn't believe it, because the person Ron told him was Hermione...

"What?" Harry said, completely fascinated by the breaking news.

"Hey, I know!" said Ron, and he began to smile, his face lighting up again. "He told me after potion class! He said she was really cute and always helped him when he needed help - but she told him that she had already promised to someone else. Ha! That's weird! She just I don’t want to go with Neville...I said, who would? Even Fanlin didn’t agree..."

"No, wait a minute, you mean the person Hermione agreed to was not Fanlin?" Harry exclaimed. Although he was surprised that Neville invited Hermione, he was even more surprised that Hermione's dance partner was not His best friend?

"Uh..." Ron paused slightly, "Forget it, maybe Hermione really just doesn't want to go with Neville. Who else would invite her besides Fan Lin..."

Ron laughed twice, as if he wanted to dilute the questions he brought.

"Shh!" Ginny said angrily, "Don't laugh-"

Just then, Hermione crawled in through the hole in the mural.

"Why don't you two eat?" she said, walking over.

"Because - well, stop talking, the two of them - because they invited girls, but they were all rejected!" Ginny said without mercy.

That really shut up Harry and Ron.

"Thank you so much, Ginny," said Ron angrily. "Are all the pretty girls invited, Ron?"

Hermione said proudly. "Airos Mikata seems to be getting more and more beautiful, do you think? Well, I believe you will eventually find a dance partner."

Harry looked at Hermione with some embarrassment. He wanted to ask what was going on with Hermione's dance partner, but it was too difficult.

He is not Fanlin, and...

No matter what Harry thought, this shouldn't be the case. Are you kidding me? (To be continued)