Chapter 396 Invitation (Modified)

In the last week before the holiday, the school was getting busier and noisier day by day. People spread rumors about the Christmas ball. Even Allen, who was immersed in the study of dementors, heard a lot of gossip while eating in the auditorium.

For example, Dumbledore bought eight hundred casks of flavored mead from Rosmerta of the Three Broomsticks. The Weird Sisters, a popular group in the magic world, are scheduled to perform songs...

Compared with these news, what makes the little wizards more restless is the dance partner.

At breakfast, Michael Koner proudly told Allen that three girls had already invited him. The young wizards in the training class are very sought-after, not to mention him who is already popular with women.

"I said, buddy, you better hurry up, or you'll be picking out all the good girls," Michael said.

Allen smiled and nodded calmly.

"Well, maybe you really don't need to worry." Michael saw the girls around him keep looking over, "But you will be harassed for a long time."

Allen followed Michael's gaze, and saw several Ravenclaw girls suddenly excited, pushing each other and making fun of each other.

"I think it's still too late for you to leave now." Michael suggested.

"You're right." Allen saw that Lisa Dupin, who was rescued by him in the first grade, was about to come over under the encouragement of many girls, and quickly got up and left the auditorium.

Allen's invitation was delayed, and Hermione was rarely distracted in the Charms class. Fortunately, Professor Flitwick saw that the students were obviously absent-minded, so he simply stopped lecturing.

Professor Flitwick allowed the young wizards to play games in his class, and he himself spent most of the time talking to Harry, talking about the wonderful fly that Harry used in his first project in the Triwizard Tournament. curse.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class. Hermione packed her schoolbag and walked to the Potions classroom. As soon as she reached the lobby on the first floor, someone called her name.

That unique pronunciation has only one person - Krum.

"Hermi...Hermione, can you be my dance partner at the Christmas ball?" Krum quickly came to Hermione and handed Hermione a purple box.

Hermione didn't take it, and just about to refuse, Krum quickly said: "Hermione, I was deeply attracted by your uniqueness at the Quidditch World Cup back then, I went to the library every day I went, just to see you and have more chances to get in touch with you. No one has ever made my heart move so much, I really like you, I hope you can give me a chance."

Krum's thick, thick eyebrows were uncommonly unwrinkled, his lips trembled slightly, and the eyes he looked at Hermione were not as tough as usual, and the look of prayer in them made him look extraordinarily fragile. The box was handed to Hermione: "This is the golden snitch given to me by my grandmother. It is a relic left to her by my grandfather. As a training prop, this golden snitch has witnessed my growth and accompanied me throughout my childhood. I put It was made into a necklace and given to you."

Hermione was moved, but she still planned to refuse. When she was hesitating how to speak, she was interrupted by Krum again.

Krum saw the hesitation on Hermione's face, and before Hermione could speak, he quickly said, "You are not waiting for Alan Harris to invite you, are you? I heard that he has sex with many girls." Unclear relationship."

Suddenly, a cold voice said behind them: "Superficial star chasing? It's a cheap excuse to coax little Muggle witches with an old golden snitch. Isn't it enough to stay together often? Is Diqi's second-ranked Seeker confused?"

A figure emerged from the shadows behind them - Professor Snape.

"It's a shame to trick the little witch with a decent flying skill." Snape glanced at Krum contemptuously.

Hermione was already a little angry at Krum's words, but now she said to Snape even more angrily: "If I hadn't been interrupted by you all the time, I would have refused."

"Sorry Krum,

I cannot accept your invitation. "After that, Hermione turned around and wanted to leave, but in an instant, she was stunned for a moment, and hurried forward, "Alan, I didn't..."

Allen came over from the far hallway and smiled at her. His next words successfully misunderstood Allen, and Hermione, who was anxious to explain, turned her worry into joy.

"Hermione, I want to invite you to be my dance partner, would you like to?" Allen sent out the invitation without waiting for Hermione to finish explaining.

Hermione nodded happily, and Alan nodded to Professor Snape. The other party just snorted and chatted for a while, then shook his head and walked away. Then, from the corner of Alan's eyes, he glanced at the pillar on the left. Behind the pillar, Ron stared at them unhappily.

"Miss Know-It-All, don't be late." Professor Snape snorted coldly and walked towards the Potions classroom, his cloak rustling behind him.

"I have to leave quickly." Although Hermione was happy, but the professor had already entered the classroom, she couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

Alan knew Hermione's character, rubbed the top of her disheveled hair, and said goodbye to her tenderly.

Seeing the back of the little witch in a hurry, Allen couldn't help laughing out loud, ignoring Krum, whose face was so gloomy that he could almost drip water, and strode away from the hall.

Back in the tower, Allen sat at the desk, unfolded the parchment, dipped the quill in the ink bottle, and quickly wrote on the parchment.

"To Aunt Josephine." Allen fed some cornflakes to Benny and tied the letter to his leg.

Then, Allen took out a sheet of music, and hummed softly to the beat while transcribing.

Gwartz's pupils and teachers have shown a constant desire to impress Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's guests, and they seem determined to present the castle at its best this Christmas. The school is decorated with lights and festoons.

And Hagrid was naturally the main force in arranging the school. Instead of complaining, he worked extra hard, wearing a pink suit, his hair was tied back, and he was sprayed with cologne.

The banisters of the marble stairs were covered with never-melting icicles, and the usual twelve Christmas trees in the auditorium were adorned with baubles of every kind, from glittering hollies to non-stop Hooting live golden owl.

The armor was enchanted so that it would sing Christmas carols whenever anyone passed by. It's hilarious to hear an empty helmet sing "Oh, come, you godly ones."

But sometimes, you have to be careful, is it the armor that's singing, or—

"Peves, come out quickly." Filch grabbed Peeves with both hands, trying to pull him out of the armor.

"Maybe, let me come." Hagrid said with a smile.