After the Gryffindor students had left, Snape cleared his throat and spoke in a very fast, unemotional tone:

"The Santa Ball is just around the corner – it's a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to socialize with foreign guests. Yes, the ball is only open to students from the fourth year onwards - but you can invite a junior if you wish—"

"To put on your gown robes, the ball will be held in the auditorium at eight o'clock on Christmas night and will end at twelve o'clock at midnight. Snape continued.

"Okay, that's all I'm going to paraphrase, but don't ask me anything else about the ball, I think the Vice-Chancellor, Professor McGonagall, can give you a more complete answer, and she's more positive about it. The expression on Snape's face was extremely cold, and he seemed to be very disinterested, even disgusted, by the ball.

"Prom?" Pansy's eyes lit up suddenly, and like her, the other Slytherin girls began to show excitement at this time, and even discussed in a whisper on the spot, despite Snape still on stage, but the difference was that the light in the former's eyes quickly dimmed, and he rested his head on his arms in front of the table, staring at the back of a student in front of him, silently in a daze.

Her leg injury could not have sustained her through a ball, and Pansy straightened her back and looked at Malfoy pitifully, but the latter could only smile helplessly at her.

"That's right. Snape suddenly added, "Mr. Malfoy, as a warrior you must have a companion, and I hope you can prepare early, I don't want to see the House warriors look like a loner at the ball." ”

Malfoy could clearly see Pansy's face grow pale.

"It's just a dance partner. In the middle of the dance floor, Malfoy was wearing a well-made black gown, with a white shirt exposed at the neckline, full of gentlemanly demeanor, hugging the waist of a beautiful girl who was also wearing gorgeous clothes, tacitly following the melodious music, dancing to the beat, and the eyes of the two exchanged from time to time, as if they were flirting.

Then the moment the girl froze in the dance posture, her soft body rose lightly, her waist-length silver hair fell out, and at the same time, she turned her head with the strength to turn her head, smiled at her defiantly like a demonstrative smile, and straightened her body forward, as if she would touch the chest of the boy in front of her at any moment.

It was only then that Pansy saw the girl's face clearly, which was the most threatening candidate in her heart - Fleur Delacour.

She was showing a mouthful of white teeth, smiling brightly, staring at the boy in front of her with affection, her eyes watery, and she looked moving.

"What do you want?" Malfoy reached out and shook it in front of Pansy's eyes, trying to draw her attention before Pansy returned from her fantasy to reality.

"Didn't think about anything. Pansy twisted her head to the other side, rubbed the corners of her eyes, and muttered, not wanting Malfoy to see her expression.

Malfoy felt that he had guessed some of Pansy's thoughts, but there was no solution at all.

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"May I ask Draco if he has a dance partner now?......" At the door of the Slytherin common room, a Ravenclaw girl asked Pansy a little shyly, so that the girls were not one or two, and after the various deans informed them of the news about the Santa Ball, the atmosphere in the whole school suddenly became ambiguous.

In the first game, it became clear to the spectators that the Warriors were really not an easy job, and admiration began to rise, and jealousy subsided.

For example, many of the Ravenclaw girls thought Malfoy was very charming, and he used Transfiguration flexibly in the game, which made him seem to be at ease, and finally showed the power of knowledge, and let the fire dragon "defect" and attack other places without blood.

Therefore, many of the female students chose to put aside their prejudices and invite this warrior.

However, under the strict defense of a certain small vinegar altar, they were all rejected.

"I'm sorry, Draco doesn't like girls with glasses. A girl with braids and big black-rimmed glasses ran away crying.

"I'm sorry, Draco doesn't like girls younger than her, because he thinks it's naïve to be with this kind of girl, wait until you grow up... Oh no, you'll never have a chance in your life. ”

Another girl wiped her tears and ran away.

"I'm sorry, Draco doesn't like girls older than her......"

Just when Pansy began to reject a girl for Malfoy again, she only felt that her head was gently patted from behind, and then her body trembled slightly, and she slowly sorted out the expression on her face, showing a look of grievance, and turned away.

Sure enough, Malfoy was quietly watching her.

"According to you, after ruling out so many options, I just think I like men now, and I don't know when I will have a new spokesperson. Malfoy looked at Pansy helplessly, the corners of his mouth twitched and said, he didn't know that he had just spent a morning in the library, and he actually had so many "taboos".

"Yes, you go and invite a man to be your dance partner, that will definitely make other people's eyeballs fall. Pansy said expectantly.

"Okay, I'll apologize to them later. As Malfoy's eyes grew cold, Pansy began to lose her words. Reluctantly, he turned around and whispered, "I just want to help you pick a better dance partner." ”

It's a pity that the sourness that permeates this sentence makes her herself unwilling to believe the truth of her sentence.

"That's a great thank you, as long as you don't do anything, it's a big help. Malfoy said with an eyebrow.

Pansy's injuries weren't enough to sustain her at the prom, as she was having trouble walking right now, or Malfoy wouldn't mind granting the girl's little wish.

She lowered her head in frustration and slumped down on the table, as if she had suffered some great blow.

"Will you invite that Beauxbatons girl?" asked Pansy suddenly.

"No, it won't. Malfoy replied briefly, his words making Pansy's mood better, but then he lowered again, "Then she will definitely come and invite you." She muttered to herself.