As the days passed, Christmas was just around the corner.

Hogwarts students and students are constantly showing a desire to impress Beauxbatons and Durmstrang guests, and they seem determined to bring out the best in the castle this Christmas. The school was decorated with lights in advance. The handrails of the marble staircase are covered with everlasting icits, and the twelve Christmas trees that are customary in the Great Hall are adorned with all sorts of gadgets, from glittering holly to live golden owls chirping incessantly. The armor was enchanted, and whenever someone passed by, they would sing Christmas carols. It's very funny to hear an empty helmet sing "Oh, come on, you pious people," and that's funny. Armor only knows half of the lyrics, and the janitor Filch has had to drag Peeves out of his armor several times, because Peeves is hiding inside, and when he can't sing in armor, he makes up some lyrics to fill in, all of which are very rough and ugly.

At the same time, in the next few days, Malfoy found that whenever he went somewhere, whether it was the auditorium, the restaurant, the library, or a normal class, the girls in the neighborhood would spontaneously run away, hiding far away, with a look of fear on their faces, lest they avoid it.

Malfoy guessed that it was the consequence of Pansy's poisonous words before, and after ten or ten, the girls who were "rejected" may have demonized themselves without any guilt in the process of confiding in their girlfriends.

After all, it's normal for rumors to get out of shape in the process of spreading.

"I don't know if I'm a super-playboy as I say I am, or a discerning connoisseur with a high eye?" Malfoy thought as he smiled helplessly.

Of course, it didn't matter much to him, and in a way Pansy might have done a good thing to keep him from dealing with more girls, avoiding a lot of trouble and saving him a lot of time.

Now he was quietly eating his lunch in the Great Hall, surrounded by a few schoolboys in Slytherin robes, and the only girl was Pansy who dared to sit next to him.

"It's hard to be alone. Malfoy put the knife and fork back on his plate, and he finished his meal, then looked at Pansy, sighed, and said with a pretended regret, ready to tease her.

Pansy swallowed the food in her mouth, put down her knife and fork as well, buried her head in some embarrassment, and whispered, "I'll help you find a dance partner, I promise!" before adding in her mind, "Except for that vixen." ”

"Except for that vixen. Pansy whispered, and then realized that she had actually said what was in her heart, her eyes suddenly widened, and then she quickly covered her mouth with both hands.

"Vixen?" Malfoy's brow furrowed. "It's not a good habit to give people nicknames. His slender fingers tapped lightly at the table, making a dull sound of displeasure.

She ...... She's your opponent, and if she invites you, she'll definitely ask you for some information, and if you're not strong-willed, you'll definitely help her after being seduced by her beauty, and she's so beautiful, you might just be—" Pansy stammered a little at the beginning, but the more she spoke, the smoother she became, and she became more and more eloquent.

"Sure enough. Malfoy said to himself, except for Fleur, there is no one in Hogwarts who is now "qualified" to accept this nickname.

"It's not a good habit to orchestrate people behind your back, Miss Parkinson. Pansy's female voice suddenly sounded as clear and melodious as a silver bell from behind her, but there was a faint sense of displeasure in her tone.

Pansy turned around and saw Fleur standing behind her chair, her blue eyes squinting at her with disdain, dressed in a violet wizard's robe, a pair of burgundy lace mesh heels that flattered her figure, and long silver hair draped over her shoulders. Pansy suspected that she looked more than half a head taller than Malfoy now.

"I'm sure the competition between us will be fairly fair, and according to you, did the Hogwarts warriors already know in advance what the next project would be?"

"In addition, I have heard some undetailed rumors, which must have come from your mouth. Fleur turned her gaze to Malfoy and said, "I think from what I know about this warrior, he can't say those "vicious" words. ”

"I wonder if Mr. Malfoy will accept my invitation?"

Malfoy looked up at Fleur at this time, and Fleur's bright blue eyes seemed to have magic at this time, and people couldn't help but fall into it.

"I ......," Malfoy was about to respond, when he was surprised by a soft but seductive voice echoing in his heart, like the Siren, a siren that constantly attracted sailors who sailed past on the sea.

"Promise her, promise her, promise her ......"

At this time, Fleur was also a little apprehensive in her heart, far less calm than she showed on her face.

Fleur had waited for many days, thinking she had to be reserved as a woman, and waited for Malfoy to invite her to the ball, but after a few days, she was disappointed that Malfoy did not come to invite her.

So she decided to take the initiative. She has lived in France, which symbolizes enthusiasm, for many years, but she does not have the slightest pedantic concept, and the idea that a girl takes the initiative to invite a male partner is frivolous, which should have been a stereotype many years ago.

Of course, she also inquired around, and the girl she saw in the infirmary that day was not Malfoy's girlfriend, otherwise with her self-esteem, even if she had a good impression of him, she would not have been able to do such behavior.

However, it seems that it is also a little difficult to get past the girl's level, so she decided to use some small tricks.

Seeing that Malfoy's eyes were a little confused, Pansy immediately became anxious, her head thinking quickly.

"Draco, he's got a dance partner!" Pansy said.

"Who's it? Don't say it's you, I've never heard of a cripple dancing on the dance floor. Fleur scoffed, still staring at Malfoy, waiting for his reply.

"That's her. Pansy held out a finger and pointed in the direction of the auditorium's door.

At this moment, Hermione just pushed the door open and walked in through the door, and saw the warrior from Beauxbatons staring at her with burning eyes, not knowing what was happening.