The wife of the organization...... Ahh

Because it helps Jon turn down some invitations.

In fact, Jon never imagined that he would be so popular with girls...... No sooner had he parted from Professor Sprout in the hallway and returned to the Hufflepuff common room when a girl approached him.

Jon only remembered that her name seemed to be Elia Dexstone, a Hufflepuff fifth or sixth grader, and he forgot the specifics......

She asked generously, "Hart, would you like to come to the dance with me?"

To be honest, this girl's appearance and figure are pretty good, except that she looks a little cross-eyed...... But Jon wouldn't say yes so easily, and he had a ready-made excuse.

"I am honored, Miss Dexstone...... But Professor Sprout just told me that Professor Dumbledore seems to have arranged a dance partner for me!" Jon politely declined.

The other looked slightly disappointed, but she nodded anyway and returned to her dorm room surrounded by the ridicule of her friends.

Over the next few days, things like this happened one after another.

Over the course of a week, Jon received at least ten invitations from various houses for senior girls (fourth year and above).

Of course, Jon refused in the same way.

"I'm so envious!" Zacharis said pitifully.

As a third-year student who was also unable to attend the prom, he stayed by Jon's side every day...... Expect some senior girl to come and invite Jon after being rejected by him......

It's a pity that every girl who invited Jon didn't look at him squarely.

"I have nothing to envy!" Jon said with a wry smile.

"You're going to have at least one dance partner and be able to go to the ball!" Zacharis sighed, "Professor Dumbledore's taste is certainly not bad, and I'm different......"

"Hmph...... Prom or something...... Is it fun to have Quidditch?" and after many painful failures, Zacharis finally chose to give up.

"Dumbledore's taste ......" Jon suddenly felt a thick chill: "With Dumbledore's aesthetics...... Isn't it possible that my dance partner will be a man's wife......"

......

In the last week, the school was bustling and noisy with rumors of the Ball. For example, it is said that Professor Dumbledore bought hundreds of barrels of mead from the Three Broomsticks Bar, while others say that the famous wizarding music group "The Weird Sisters" will come to Hogwarts to perform......

Every corner of the school is decorated with lights.

The handrails of the marble staircase are covered with everlasting icicles, and the twelve Christmas trees that are customary in the auditorium are adorned with all sorts of knick-knacks, from glittering holly to live golden owls chirping incessantly......

The armor was magical, and they sang loudly whenever someone passed by...... Although Jon thinks that this "singing" should theoretically be noise.

In Potions class on the last day before the Christmas break, Jon quietly glanced at Astoria and sighed silently.

In fact, he would love to invite Astoria to the ball...... But neither of them is in the fourth grade, and neither of them can initiate an invitation......

"Did anyone invite you to the ball?" Jon asked, tentatively, as Snape walked to the back of the classroom.

"Prom?" Astoria blushed, then lowered her head and nodded slightly.

"Who is it...... Draco Malfoy......" Jon thought to himself.

But he didn't dare to speak anymore, for Snape was walking this way.

......

After Potions class, they left the professor together and headed to the hall for dinner.

Astoria looked a little absent-minded along the way, while avoiding Jon's eyes from time to time.

However, when they passed by the door of the foyer, they encountered an accident.

A red-haired boy with his back to Jon trembled and said to a girl in front of him, "Hello...... Can I invite you to the ball?"

Honestly, this has been the case a lot in recent weeks, and Jon wasn't surprised.

But this voice ...... Why does it sound familiar?

Jon blinked, wasn't that red-haired boy Ron Weasley?

And what he stopped...... Those blue eyes, and long, waterfall-like silver hair...... Yes, the girl that Ron stopped was none other than Beauxbatons' warrior Fleur Delacul.

Fleur was slightly stunned at first, and glanced at the red-haired boy in some surprise......

Then, Ron seemed to react to something...... He trembled and stepped back, and then, like a fool, without eating, fled frantically towards the staircase.

The scene was very awkward at one point.

After all, at least a hundred pairs of eyes saw this scene at the entrance of this foyer.

What's more, Fleur doesn't have time to reply, and before she can refuse, or in the unlikely event of an agreement, the inviter runs away like a mouse seeing a cat.

Fleur Delacour looked up expressionlessly, she seemed to see Jon on this side, and strode gracefully towards it.

"Jon Hart?" she asked, in not-so-standard English, amid the occasional laughter around her, "Would you like to be my dance partner?"

It seems that she is trying to alleviate the embarrassment just now...... And since ancient times, there has been no rule that warriors from different academies cannot be companions to each other.

Jon felt his breathing quicken for a moment, and he almost nodded.

Astoria, beside her, her breathing also became a little short.

Jon knew very well that this was the temptation of Fleur's bloodline...... Fortunately, the timely use of Occlumency prevents hormones from quickly taking over the brain.

Jon, who came to his senses, thought in a matter of seconds...... To be honest, Fleur was almost the perfect choice, at least much better than the "man's wife" Dumbledore had arranged for him.

Jon almost agreed.

But—

"I'm honored, Miss Delacour......" he replied in a sly manner, "but I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore seems to have arranged a dance partner for me, and I can't refuse our Headmaster's kindness!"

"Is that so......" Fleur smiled gracefully, not seeing any loss on her face.

Then she asked softly, "Are you related to Professor Dumbledore?"

Jon: "......"

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