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He was sure that no matter what Rita Skeeter said, he wouldn't like it.

This woman will spread rumors, whether it is for the good or the bad, which is not what Evan wants to see.

He needed to keep a low profile now and not want to draw attention from the other party and the Death Eaters when Voldemort was about to return.

Come to think of it, it's been so long since the first game was over that the Hogwarts Wizardry News had already published a news story about the game, but Rita Skeeter and the Daily Prophet weren't in a hurry.

Obviously, their focus is not on the game at all.

Evan wasn't going to give Rita Skeeter a chance to spread rumors, and it would be self-defeating to have a long conversation with her like Hagrid.

When Evan told Harry, Ron, and Hermione about this, the three of them agreed with Evan as well.

"You're right, Aven, she'll distort every word Hagrid says. Harry said worriedly.

"Let's hope Hagrid didn't illegally import those whelks and other things. Hermione followed.

They looked at each other, which was exactly what Hagrid might have done.

There was no way he could get his hands on the fire crabs, a magical species protected by the Fijian Ministry of Magic.

"Don't worry, Hagrid has been in a lot of trouble before, and Dumbledore hasn't fired him," Ron comforted, "I think the worst possibility is that Hagrid will have to get rid of the snail, excuse me, but am I talking about the worst? I mean the best." ”

Everyone laughed and felt much happier.

Next, Evan began to look down and study the ancient magic script, and Hermione took out a large pile of parchment to write and draw

After Harry and Ron finished their homework, they picked up two fake wands invented by Fred and George and began to compare swordsmanship back and forth.

They fought fiercely, and a bunch of people gathered around to laugh and watch.

Professor McGonagall informed everyone that they had to meet in the common room at eight o'clock tonight, so they didn't run around.

"Potter!Weasley!" Professor McGonagall said annoyedly, walking into the public break, "what are you doing?!"

The two looked up in shock, Ron with a tinned parrot in his hand and Harry with a rubber haddock in his hand.

"Can you make your actions age-appropriate?" Professor McGonagall glanced at them angrily.

Just then, Harry's head fell off and fell silently to the floor, having been cut off by Ron's parrot's beak.

The two of them looked up and looked at Professor McGonagall in fear.

"Sit down over there, I have a few things to say to you. Professor McGonagall glared at the two of them again, then turned her gaze to the others in the common room, "As you may all know, the Santa Ball is coming! It's a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to socialize with foreign guests. Yes, the dance is only open to students from the fourth grade onwards, but you can invite a junior if you wish......"

Evan blinked, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Hermione, who didn't look at him......

She stared at Professor McGonagall in a daze, not even noticing that the parchment in her hand had fallen to the ground.

Evan also put down the parchment full of ancient magic scripts, and looked at Hermione for a moment, suddenly a little nervous.

As the clock ticks into December, the Yule Ball is on the agenda.

Everyone needs to find their own dance partner, normally a guy invites a woman, but Evan doesn't seem to have that qualification.

He was only in the third grade, and he was a junior student, and he couldn't go to the ball without inviting him.

So, Hermione will invite him......

Upon hearing Professor McGonagall's words, the common room suddenly became excited.

Everyone was muttering, especially the girls, and many of them let out a shrill giggle.

"Put on your gowns and robes. Professor McGonagall reacted a little dissatisfied, but instead of stopping them, she continued, "The ball will be held in the Great Hall at eight o'clock on Christmas night and will end at twelve o'clock at midnight. Listen ......"

She paused, calmly looking at everyone.

"The Christmas Ball certainly gives us the opportunity to spread our hair and relax ourselves. She said in a disapproving tone.

The girls, especially Lavender Brown, laughed even harder, and she tried her best to cover her mouth with her hand to keep it from coming out.

Professor McGonagall's hair was always tied in a tight bun, and she never seemed to have her hair loose.

Everyone is imagining what it will look like for her to spread her hair out!

"Well, but that doesn't mean!" Professor McGonagall continued, "we're going to relax our behaviour requirements for Hogwarts students, and I'm going to be saddened if one of Gryffindor's students disgraces the school in any way." ”

Then, instead of caring about the already messy common room, she waved at Ron.

"Weasley, come here, I have something for you. ”

She led Ron out into the empty hallway.

Even here, shouts of excitement can still be heard from inside.

Ron stared nervously at Professor McGonagall, not knowing what she was going to say to herself.

"Weasley, warriors have their own partners!" Professor McGonagall said, "you have to invite a dance partner......

"Dance partner?!" Ron was taken aback, "What dance partner, I don't dance!"

"Don't be stupid, you have to dance!" Professor McGonagall said irritably, "I'm about to tell you this, it's customary for the Warriors to dance with their partners, and you'll have to find yourself a dance partner, Weasley!"

"I'm not going to dance!"

"You have to dance, it's traditional!" Professor McGonagall said firmly, in an unquestioning tone, "you are a Hogwarts warrior, and as a representative of the school, you must do what everyone expects, and you must find yourself a dance partner." That's it, you go back!"

By the time Ron returned, everyone was still talking about it.

Everyone was excited, talking about the Santa Ball and the dance partner, and everyone was choosing their goals.

Aven, who was not qualified to invite others, could only sit there, hoping that Hermione would invite him.

Hermione didn't seem to mean that, or rather, didn't intend to invite Evan when there were so many people.

Now everyone is discussing, but no one is acting rashly, everyone is waiting......