At first, Alan watched a group of people arguing over there with the mentality of watching the excitement - gossip is everywhere, but here at Hogwarts, it is surprisingly abundant and rich.

After all, it's not scientific here, and the variety of magic makes a bunch of sub-wizards have outrageous divergent thinking skills, and any strange ideas can come to their minds, especially when a bunch of guests have come this year, and the news has hardly been broken.

But today is different.

Because today's gossip has gone beyond the scope of the past, reaching a level that almost everyone is talking about.

This couldn't help but make Allen, who originally just wanted to eat in peace, suddenly aroused his curiosity and walked towards Hufflepuff, who was talking in groups.

"What's so hilarious? Is there any news lately?"

"Of course, Roger Davies, as you should know as a prefect, is the captain of their Quidditch team, and he's got Fleur!"

Got an appointment with Hibiscus?

Alan was stunned, Roger Davis he knew, he shouldn't have fought, and we didn't have any friendship, but that kid actually became Fleur's boyfriend?

Tsk, rare, rare—no wonder this group of people was surprised to be like this.

You know, in private, almost more than eighty percent of the boys hope that they can make an appointment with Fleur, but so far no one has seen any successful actions or anything like that, Roger chased Fleur at once, which makes this topic naturally become popular news.

However, Alan is not interested in this news at all - because he is immune to Meiwa's ability, Allen's side is not as fanatical as others.

"Is that amazing?" Alan complimented casually, ready to end the gossip and turn back to dinner, but he saw Roger Davis with a happy expression on his face rather subtly - to Allen's surprise, he was sitting alone in his seat at the moment, and there was no Fleur around.

"But why is he still eating dinner alone?" asked Alan casually—though he quickly dismissed his question with an excuse like shyness.

Just as he was about to cover up this mistake, the people he questioned responded in a tone that was taken for granted: "Of course it's a person - Fleur just agreed to go to the ball with him, not his girlfriend." ”

Oh, that's right.

Alan nodded, and his eyes widened.

"Prom?"

"Of course it's a prom," the one who was asked by Alan looked calm: "The Christmas prom will start soon, speaking of which, I heard the professor say that you want to lead the dance!"

Alan suddenly woke up - he almost forgot that the tradition of Triwizard Tournament is that there is a ball!

"How do you know?" asked Alan, who hurriedly pressed - although he knew about the ball, he could be sure that he hadn't heard about the ball until just now.

"What the professor said in the common room was just three days ago, when a bunch of seniors were hospitalized. The boy who was asked replied with an expression that you don't know yet.

Three days ago?

Three days ago, Allen and his group of senior students had just been admitted to the hospital, and they were blocked by the professor and reprimanded, and a group of people stayed in the hospital to help take care of the wounded - a cold sweat appeared on Allen's forehead, if it was calculated like this, his own professor should have been too angry to teach them a lesson, and they completely forgot about announcing the prom...

——

At the Hufflepuff table, Alan looked solemnly at a group of older students who had been discharged from the hospital, and found that, as he expected, their dear dean, because of carelessness, had completely forgotten the matter of informing them of the prom.

A group of senior students are busy with the hospital, and they haven't communicated much with the students below in the past few days, resulting in only half of the preparation time left for everyone after they learned this information.

Nearly one-fifth of the panicked group chose to eat without even eating and ran out.

"Cut, a bunch of anxious guys, I don't know if they can date a girl like this after a little tidying up?" Marshall complained as he looked at the man who ran out with a look of confidence in his chest—he did have the qualifications.

After all, if Marshall had mustered up the courage to run out and ask a dance partner, there would have been no doubt that Hufflepuff would have had a murder.

"You say they're so big that they can't keep their focus, don't you, Alan?" Marshall asked as he turned to Allen next to him, but received no response.

When he turned his head curiously, he suddenly saw that Alan's chair was far away from the dining table - he was pulling a comb out of his pocket to arrange his hair.

"Help me change the mirror and come out, Marshall, I can't pull my hand out. Alan asked as he stroked his hair, "What did you just say, I didn't hear it clearly when I wet my comb." ”

"Nothing, No, mirror. Marshall handed over the mirror without changing his face, and then watched as Alan got his hair done and left his chair to leave.

"Thanks, buddy, I'll go out first, remember to help me secure my spot. Allen said as he turned away, leaving Marshall with the mirror in his hand.

"Oh, really, it's worth combing through Echizen? I won't disagree anyway, it's really... Marshall shook his head at the distant Allen, and then began to open his hair while the mirror in his hand was in his hand.

After combing through the seven, eight, eight or eight, he ran directly to the girls' pile, and stretched out his hand to his girlfriend very gentlemanly: "This beautiful lady, may I have the honor of inviting you to be my dance partner at Christmas?"

There was a rush of voices around him, but Marshall's face did not change, and his smile was sincere.

——

Alan walked down the hallways of Hogwarts, in a state of - well, how to put it, rather apprehensive.

This is not the first day of the announcement, but the third day.

Therefore, he was still a little worried in his heart, although it was very difficult for him to ask someone for him, but Alan decided to act directly with a thicker face this time.

As for the rejection, Alan was mentally prepared - after all, to be honest, he didn't know why he was chasing and being hid more and more.

Taking a deep breath, Alan stood in the aisle where the students would be walking when they got out of school - thanks to Harry, Alan was quite clear about the timetable.

A wave of people passed, it was Ravenclaw's, ignoring it.

There was a wave of people, it was Hufflepuff, and Alan began to say hello one by one...

Well, a new batch of people, Gryffindor!

7th grade.

A group of guys who are considered Allen's senior sisters began to laugh and look at Allen, and a few of them slowed down slightly when they walked by, but they were directly ignored by Allen.

Finally, Alan saw an acquaintance in the crowd.

Harry walked alone among the crowds with the book in his hand, and when he saw Allen, he looked curious.

"Alan. Harry trotted over a few steps, "What's wrong, has something happened?"

Alan wriggled his neck in embarrassment - something had happened, but it was clearly not the kind that could be told to Harry.

However, after playing haha with Harry for a long time and still not gaining anything, Alan decided that this time he would lose face.

"That," Allen's tone was rather bottomless, and after taking a few breaths, he finally succeeded in saying the rest of the words: "That, that, sorry Harry, I'm not here for you, I'm here for Hermione, do you know where she is?"

With that, Alan let out a long breath and waited for Harry's reply—this time the face was a bit too big.

Sure enough, Harry's face had a rather playful smile that made Alan want to punch him, "Hermione, Hermione went out with someone - you know." ”

Harry was quick to add, though.

"It's the warrior named Thea over there in Germany - I don't know why the relationship between the two of them has been so good lately, I heard them say they are going to the library?"

Good boy, next time I'll teach you the magic of pressing the bottom of the box!

Alan simply said goodbye to Harry and hurried towards the library.

It's just that, in the process of running, Alan suddenly thought of a rather serious problem.

The problem was so serious that he couldn't help but run a little slower - he hadn't noticed it when Harry said it earlier, but when he ran, he noticed that Hermione seemed to have gone to read a book with Windsor!

In other words, the two are together at the moment!

If he had asked Hermione in the past, he would undoubtedly not have been able to escape Windsor's eyes.

Died - how to show how to date a girl in front of his sister?

Alan felt that his discipline was about to be seriously damaged today - his sister, who had not seen her for many years, had reunited in her sixth year at Hogwarts, and she had to ask someone to dance in front of her before she could catch up normally...

What's even worse is - according to Allen's own speculation, the probability of rejection is not low...

If it weren't for the fact that this had to be done, Alan would rather go head-to-head with Voldemort right now than to do it at another time.

However, it can't be - what if someone makes an appointment, what if that person succeeds?

Alan didn't mind a wizard duel with a successful bastard, but it didn't help thinking about it - besides, whether or not he could succeed in a duel on school was a different matter.

In this way, Alan reached the library in a tangle.

Fortunately, due to the approaching Christmas holiday and the bonus of the prom, the library is sparsely populated at the moment, which has emboldened Alan a lot.

In addition, due to the relatively small number of people, he managed to spot Hermione, who was reading, and Windsor, who was flipping through the materials next to him.

Gathering his courage, Alan walked over with extremely light steps and tried not to disturb the others, and while the people at the table didn't notice, he began to adjust his breathing - stealth is also a use in this regard, and after adjusting his breathing, he was ready for the next action.

However, just as he was about to act, Windsor, who was reading a book, suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Allen with a serious expression.

"Oh, brother?" Windsor's serious expression was suddenly diluted by a smile, and the hand that was originally on the wand was also lowered, and he raised his head to look at Allen, his tone was full of joy, but when he noticed that it was a library, he immediately lowered his voice.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Although Windsor's tone was full of joy and her eyes were full of surprise, Alan wanted to give her a big roll of his eyes at this moment.

To the horror of this girl, he completely forgot the lines he had prepared.

How much heart does it take to keep the original intention in the midst of this girl's surprise! Especially if you have to muster up the courage to go on a date like a public execution—and you have to be prepared for rejection in advance!

Seriously, if this is my own sister, Alan will hit it directly, is there such a cheating brother!

If it weren't for the tone and demeanor memory or something, Alan even suspected that his sister was dropped...

"Eh, brother?" Windsor looked puzzled, "What's the matter?"

Alan easily relented, reorganized his words, and was about to speak again when Hermione looked up from the pile of books and looked at Alan.

This is good, Allen's words that originally came to his lips were suddenly choked again.

After a while, Alan finally stabilized his mood.

His face was slightly red, and he was about to speak to Windsor to let her avoid it a little.

However, before it could speak, Windsor suddenly blushed, then took a breath before looking at Allen squarely.

"Brother, you're here for the prom, right?"

The words that Eren was about to say were suddenly blocked.

This Nizi is a lot smarter than before, and it seems that there is no need to say anything about letting her avoid it—just as Alan was about to sort out the language, Windsor continued with a slightly red face.

"That, brother, don't you have a dance partner yet?"

"Well, how can I say it, brother, I haven't seen you in years, but I miss you very much, and I'm really happy to meet you at Hogwarts this time, but-" Windsor's fingers began to play with the corners of his robes, a look of incessant expression.

Wait, isn't it?

Girl, I'm here to make an appointment this time, not to Shura Field, besides, I've always regarded you as a sister, and I don't have that intention at all!

Just when Alan was thinking about how to say it so that it wouldn't hurt anyone, Windsor finally relented.

"What should I say, brother, I really always treat you as an elder brother, you won't discriminate against me, right?"

Whew, Alan gasped out of breath - it's okay, it's okay, Windsor means the same thing, so that everyone won't be embarrassed.

"Well, that, that, that, how to say it, brother, I already have a dance partner at this ball, so I really can't promise you. Windsor paused, her face was extremely red, and her eyes became more and more evasive: "My dance partner is Miss Granger, brother, I'm really sorry, I really can't accept boys, you won't hate me, right?"