Chapter 305 I Have My Own National Conditions, Come Girls Don’t Be Shy!

Suddenly, Ernie McMillan of Hufflepuff raised his hand and asked loudly, "Then...Professor McGonagall, may I ask..."

"...well... I mean, I have a guy friend who wants to know when we're at the Yule Ball... can we invite guys?"

When he asked this sentence, McMillan had a silly smile mixed with longing on his face.

Harley couldn't help but quietly gave McMillan a thumbs up. She likes this kind of good teammate who knows how to take the initiative to start a team and can also make perfect assists!

Listening to McMillan's question, many people around laughed.

Dean and Seamus laughed at the same frequency, and they both leaned forward and backward. It made people wonder why they laughed so happily.

But after all, there are still quite a few Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors looking at Professor McGonagall with full expectation.

After all, the question McMillan asked was very serious, and it belonged to the traditional arts of the Great Empire!

The law of the ancestors cannot be abolished, and the great tradition cannot be lost!

"Um……"

Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment. Obviously, she never expected such a question to come up, so she didn't prepare in advance.

However, after carefully recalling the rules and the historical traditions of the Great Empire, Professor McGonagall nodded,

"Of course, Mr. Ernie MacMillan, this is your freedom, and we will not interfere."

"Professor, you should say this is my friend's freedom."

McMillan was nodding his head in satisfaction when he suddenly remembered something and argued loudly,

"I'm asking on behalf of my boy friend, he really wants to know!"

Loud laughter erupted again in the classroom. Justin even poked McMillan in the back and asked in a low voice:

"Who is this friend of yours? Why don't I know?"

"Of course it's you!" McMillan gave him a vicious look, and directly placed the pot on Justin's head.

This time it was Justin's turn to get caught up.

He thought about it for a long time, but he didn't remember when he asked McMillan to ask this question for him.

But to be honest, he really wanted to ask, so Justin didn't say anything in the end.

As a result, in the eyes of others, it was Justin's acquiescence!

Several girls crossed Justin off their mind list and added McMillan back.

Wonder how Justin and McMillan will feel when they know this.

"Okay, my fault, I apologize to you, Mr. Ernie MacMillan."

Professor McGonagall blinked, as if seeing through everything,

"Let this topic pass. Now, as someone who has experienced it, I want to give you some advice."

Hearing this, the smiles in the classroom quickly subsided.

Everyone sat upright, listening to Professor McGonagall seriously, unwilling to let go of any information.

"It's best for you to choose your favorite dance partner as soon as possible, and don't hesitate to send an invitation directly."

Professor McGonagall coughed twice,

"If you've been indecisive, and don't ask until it's close to the ball, you'll find that the good girls and the nice boys have already been invited away."

The laughter in the classroom returned and grew louder. Everyone looked around at the students around them.

Many boys immediately cast their eyes on Harley and Hermione in the first row, to be precise, it was Harley.

Harley is a warrior, and her appearance is even more delicate than that Beauxbaton's mixed Veela.

That body was a mixture of nobility and elegance, mixed with a bit of charm and temptation that didn't know where it came from.

In the past, the "Daily Prophet" published photos of Halle many times.

In the photos, no matter how delicate and soft she is wearing a snow-white dress with long white stockings and high heels,

Still wearing a black and neutral wizard robe, with a ponytail and a heroic and energetic appearance, many people, including these little wizards, are yearning for it.

When welcoming guests from other magic schools last time, the elegance of Harley's gorgeous black gown and long white silk gloves has become the eternal white moonlight in the hearts of many little wizards.

Being able to invite such a beautiful girl to dance, no matter how you think about it, it's a profit!

There were even a few Hufflepuff and Gryffindor girls who cast their gazes over, full of expectation.

After all, I have my own national conditions, come girls don’t be shy!

"One more thing," at the end of the conversation, Professor McGonagall turned his attention specifically to Harry,

"Harry, I must remind you that according to the tradition of the Tournament, the dance will be started by the warriors and their partners."

"That means, Harry, you can't miss the Yule Ball."

"And for the honor of Gryffindor and Hogwarts, I hope you prepare well and learn to dance in advance."

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Professor McGonagall didn't say anything more, but quietly waited for the get out of class to end.

The bell for the end of get out of class rang soon, and the little wizards packed their things excitedly, not forgetting to chat about the previous topic.

And Professor McGonagall's words spread throughout Hogwarts at an astonishing speed.

Prior to this, many little wizards had vaguely learned about the information related to the Yule Ball, but no one got the most accurate explanation.

But now, after Professor McGonagall took the lead in endorsing the Yule Ball statement, Hogwarts suddenly became excited.

For the upcoming Christmas ball, the little wizards began to show their special abilities, and the most obvious change was their appearance.

Although it was still ten o'clock in the morning, the common room and the various bathrooms were full of people.

For the first time, the wizards began to pay attention to their own image.

Messy representatives like Seamus and Dean who used to wash their feet every two days, wash their hair every three days, take a bath once a week, and shave once a month now wish to clean themselves from the inside out.

Many boys even start paying attention to spending time on grooming their hair, spraying it with gel, wax, and a little perfume.

The witches rushed back to their dormitories as soon as possible, and spent more energy dressing up than before.

I won't wear school uniforms anymore. Who would wear such old-fashioned and unremarkable clothes? do you wear it I don't wear them anyway.

The girls rummaged through the cabinets and carefully selected their second most gorgeous clothes——

As for why it wasn't her most precious and gorgeous dress, of course it was because the best one was reserved for the Christmas ball.

Suddenly, there were long queues in Ms. Pomfrey's infirmary and Professor Sprout's office.

Many people who were not yet tempted to use a potion made of concentrated water dilutions of Babo tubers to get rid of pimples on their faces did not resist it at all now.

As long as it can make yourself more beautiful, even if it is the extract of cockroach corpses, the little wizards here are willing to do it!

In the past, Filch complained every day that the professors deducted marks every day for this, and the professors hated the phenomenon of rushing out of the classroom and rushing to the cafeteria after class. then disappeared.

As long as it can make yourself more beautiful, even if it is the extract of cockroach corpses, the little wizards here are willing to do it!

In the past, Filch complained every day that the professors deducted marks every day for this, and the professors hated the phenomenon of rushing out of the classroom and rushing to the cafeteria after class. then disappeared.

It was clearly the time for dinner at twelve noon, but not many people rushed to the auditorium.

Everyone began to walk steadily, and some even tried to catwalk like Filch's Mrs. Norris.

And the voices of the little wizards also became quieter, and even if there were conflicts, they were polite and eccentric, and occasionally spewed out one or two "beautiful traditional Chinese quintessences".

There is no other reason to do this, the main thing is a gentleman and a lady! The main thing is never to destroy your own image!

But this is not enough, as Professor McGonagall said, the most important thing is to take the initiative, you can't wait for someone to invite you.

In that case, excellent wizards and witches would have been preempted by others.

As we all know, only by actively starting a group can you take the lead!

So I don't know the situation of other people for the time being. During the short meal, Harley received more than 20 invitations, some from boys and some from girls.

Very good, this is big.

But Harry naturally refused all of this.

The invitations from those wizards would definitely not be accepted, after all, the way she played the Pleasure Witch, Harry still kept it in her heart.

This has become an instinct engraved in her bones, and she will not violate it even if she dies.

She, the immortal witch Harley, will never have feelings for boys!

As for the invitations of some girls, Harley was actually a little moved. After all, these girls are indeed beautiful.

Hmm... But it was only limited to her heart, Harley still rejected them ruthlessly.

After all, I already have a goal to invite.

This is the first time the Immortal Witch Neptune has tried to develop this routine, and now is the harvest season.

When these wizards and witches came to invite, Hermione sat silently on the side, as if she was concentrating on cutting the lamb chops.

In every way, she had no reason to say anything.

But Hermione was just inexplicably unhappy, and always had some words to say.

But when Harry rejected these people, Hermione always felt inexplicably happy.

When the two went to the library to reunite with Fleur, Hermione said in a slightly envious voice:

"You're very welcome, Harley. I'm not even invited."

Harry smiled softly, and pinched Hermione's nose very quickly, taking advantage of her height:

"What are you thinking? My Hermione is so good, there will definitely be no shortage of invitations."

"Really?" Hermione pushed away Harry's hand, and at the same time looked at Harry suspiciously,

"Why do I feel like you're lying to me?"

"Of course it's the truth." Harry said with a smile, "because..."

Before Harry could finish speaking, a boy suddenly appeared and blocked their way.

It's Krum.

At this time he was wearing his Quidditch jersey, which was covered with medals from various championships.

Although he has only played for three years, Krum has already won many league championships, or championships in major competitions between Nordic countries.

So those medals are all over the upper half of his jersey.

Obviously, in Krum's heart, this is his most precious piece of clothing.

And behind him was a large group of boys and girls, many of whom were holding parchment and quills, as if they were about to sign.

But there were also many people who were empty-handed and just stared at Krum.

The eyes of these people seem to want to swallow Krum, and they probably all have a common goal-hoping that they can invite Krum to be the dance partner of the Christmas ball.

But after seeing the people in front of Krum clearly, many people suddenly realized something.

Harry faintly heard a few sobs from the crowd. Apparently, some witches or wizards thought that it was impossible for them to invite Krum.

After all, in their hearts, no one could resist Krum's charm, and Harry was not surprised.

After standing still in front of Harry and Hermione, Krum took a deep breath.

He asked aloud in his not particularly proficient, but clearly well-practiced English:

"Miss Harry Potter, may I invite you to the Yule Ball?"

While saying these words, his eyes were fixed on Harry's green eyes, his expression was so focused that Hermione on the side didn't catch his eyes at all.

Harry was taken aback for a moment, then a polite smile appeared on his face.

"Mr. Viktor Krum," Harry didn't rush to immediately refuse, but asked with interest,

"May I know why you thought of inviting me?"

Krum looked around at the surrounding crowd, and his voice was a little softer:

"Because I feel that in the entire Hogwarts, almost most people often cast their eyes on me."

"Only you, Miss Delacour, Miss Granger and a few others don't pay that much attention to me."

"I don't know if you've ever noticed this, but in fact I don't really like people paying attention to me that much."

"I just hope to bring happiness to everyone with my Quidditch skills, but I don't like everyone spending too much time on it and wasting too much energy on me."

"And a beautiful lady like you, who doesn't pay too much attention to me because of my fame, really yearns for me."

"So, Miss Harry Potter, can you accept my invitation to be my dance partner and join me in the Christmas ball?"

But Harry shook his head politely with a smile, and simply poured a basin of cold water on Krum:

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Krum. I can't accept your invitation. After all, I already have someone I want to invite."

"Is that so? I took the liberty."

After listening to Harry's words, Krum's face inevitably showed disappointment, but he still politely bowed forward slightly.

But Krum didn't leave immediately. His eyes moved to Hermione next to him very smoothly, and he asked the same topic as before without hesitation:

"Miss Hermione Granger, may I invite you to the Yule Ball with me?"

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