The first mission was approaching, and Xie An was a little looking forward to it and a little excited.

However, Xie An's reputation at school has not been very good recently, not because everyone is not convinced that he is participating in the Triwizard Tournament, but because of Rita Skeeter's report.

The old woman made a whole bunch of eye-catching stories. In the story, Xie An is a flowery teenager who provokes many girls, including Isabel.

Even Ron talked to Xie Ann specifically for Ginny.

These things bothered Shea, he wasn't a fancy man, he loved Hermione, there was no doubt about that! Shea had always told herself.

What's even more alarming is that Victor Krum, the strong man, often appears in front of him and Hermione. Xie An often worries about whether Hermione will be attracted to that guy, Xin Hao Hermione once said, "I don't think he's handsome at all! Every time he appears, there are always some girls who shout and hate it to death!"

Harry looked even more miserable than Shay-An, and Rita Skeeter's report on Harry was two more pages than Shay-An's, depicting Harry as a tsundere child.

"I think my strength comes from my parents, and they would be very proud of me if they saw me the way I was, and sometimes I would shout their names at night, and I was in no hurry to admit it...... I know nothing hurts me in the game because they're watching me......"

"I know Draco used to be a little spied on me, and then he was hated by love. I don't regret it at all, because I belong to my heart and we are inseparable, but recently we have had a misunderstanding and I hope he can come back to me. ”

When Shayne saw the second section of the report, he was eating breakfast, squirting out a mouthful of pumpkin juice, and Harry, who was next to him, was already red with anger.

Shea couldn't stop smiling at Hermione's persuasion, and swore that he hadn't said it like Rita Skeeter had said that before Harry let Shea go.

However, most of the students in the school began to sneer at Harry, and even Harry's admirer, Colin, stayed away a little.

And after Ron and Harry meet, the two are almost about to fight, and they doubt each other.

Ron secretly asked Shayne, "Could it be, Harry really has that kind of preference?"

Xie An shrugged, "No! You think too much." But if you work hard, he might be interested!"

Only Ginny ignored Harry's rumors, and she still trusted and adored Harry.

On the Sunday before the mission, all students from Year 3 and above can visit Hogsmeade Village. Shea certainly wouldn't give up this opportunity to relax, and Harry looked forward to it too, and he asked Shay to help him cover up and put on the invisibility cloak.

In Hogsmeade Village, Shea and Harry were separated. Harry was wandering alone, and unfortunately he ran into Hagrid and Moody. That Moody saw through Harry's disguise at a glance, and the miserable Harry was led back by Moody.

After returning to Hogwarts in the evening, Ron insisted on asking Shayn to tell Harry that Hagrid had invited him to come as a guest. Then, Ron also told Xie An that the task of the first competition was to fight dragons!

"Didn't I tell him directly that the task of the competition was not good?" Xie An was puzzled.

"No!" Ron said slowly, "he'll be suspicious, just let him go to Hagrid, and Hagrid will tell him!"

"Okay!" Xie An didn't dwell on this question, because it was a bit complicated, and he even wondered if the plot had really changed, Ron and Harry had some small ideas in their hearts, they depended on each other, and they ...... each other (Forgive my assumptions, when I watched the movie, I really didn't think I would think like that, it was very similar, didn't it?)

When Harry returned from Hagrid, he looked a little surprised and worried, and he looked at Shayne about the game, and Shay replied unconcernedly.

"Aren't you worried?" said Harry, surprised.

"What is there to worry about, although it is not easy to deal with dragons, but as long as the magic power is enough, the level of magic is enough, and the magic attainment is enough, a simple spell can stun the dragon without harming itself!" Xie An said lightly, he was lying on the bed and dangling his legs comfortably, while taking food from the plate at the bedside and throwing it into his mouth.

"Really?" said Harry excitedly, "can you tell me? I mean, I don't want to throw in the towel, even if I don't know why I'm being played!"

"Yes!" Xie An said nonchalantly, pulling out his wand and waving it, "Dizzy! Wave like me, like me!" and then a swift red light rushed out of the wand and disappeared.

Harry tried to be like Shay, but several times in a row, nothing happened.

Xie An noticed that Ron on the other side of the bed was also looking with his eyes open, he seemed to be very concerned, but he didn't make a sound.

After more than ten attempts, Harry didn't succeed once, and he put down his hand in frustration, "It seems that I can't cast this spell!"

"Don't be discouraged, it took me two days to succeed!" Xie An said, "but by then I was able to beat George Fred." I don't think you'll be able to cast this spell in a few years!"

"So what should I do?" said Harry expectantly, "I can't handle a dragon!"

"Why do you want to deal with dragons?" Xie An asked rhetorically, "The game won't let us slay dragons, maybe we just need to survive the dragon's attack!"

"But I can't do that then?" Harry sighed, "unless with an invisibility cloak, but they won't allow it!"

"If I can't release the Dizziness Spell, I'll think of something else!" Xie An said, "How about riding a broomstick?

"That's right!" Harry jumped up, "Broomstick, Flying Spell! I'll make it!"

Helping "Moody" solve a problem, Xie Anxin pondered that after the Triwizard Tournament, he must get some compensation back from Moody, he didn't realize it, this was also a part of their plan.

Harry's excitement did not calm down, he chattered on some trivial matters, and Xie An could only casually agree from time to time.

On the last day, Harry worked the Flying Charm, and he had never worked so hard.

When Harry finally learned, he relaxed and said with a smile, "Okay, now we know what to do the next time I can't learn a spell - threaten me with a dragon!"

The first competition is finally about to begin, and the atmosphere on campus is tense and exciting. Classes are only half a day, and in the afternoon all the students have time to watch the game – although at the moment they don't know what they are waiting for.

When eating at noon, Xie An still looked relaxed, in fact, he was not very calm in his heart. Harry on the side looked absent-minded, and apparently he was too.

Professor McGonagall was hurrying towards them in the Great Hall. A lot of people around saw it.

"Shea, Potter, the Warriors are now on the playground, and you need to prepare for the first mission. ”

"Okay. Shayne patted Harry, who had not yet reacted, and stood up and said.

"Good luck to you!" Hermione said, then looked at Shea, "You'll be fine." ”

"Of course!" Xie An smiled and leaned in front of Hermione's ear, "Don't worry, dear, it's not time yet." ”

With that, Shea and Harry followed Professor McGonagall out of the Great Hall. As they walked down the stone steps and were about to enter the playground on that cold November afternoon, McGonagall looked at Shea Harry.

"Now, don't panic. "Just keep your head cool and relax." Harry, you don't need to care what others think, Xie An pay attention to protect yourself!"

"Yes, Professor!" said Shean and Harry.

McGonagall led them to the dragon's hideout, along the edge of the forest, but as they approached the walled groves, they saw a newly erected tent with its population facing them, covering the dragon.

"You guys go in, and the other players will go too. "Mr. Bagman is in there, and he'll tell you, tell you the procedure, and good luck." ”

When Shea and the others went in, they saw that Krum and Isabel were already there.

"Oh, all right!" said Bagman, looking up and down, "Come in, come in like you're in your own home!"

Bagman stood in the middle of the crowd of all pale-faced warriors, a bit of an oversized cartoon character. He put on his old wasp robe again.

"Alright, now everyone is here—it's time to begin!" said Bagman briskly, "and when the audience is there, I'll bring this bag to you." He held up a small purple silk bag and shook it at the four of them, "From the bag you have to pick a model, and that is the enemy you will face later! Everybody's different—well—you know, there have to be tricks." And I'm going to have to tell you something else. Ah, by the way, your mission is to get the Golden Egg!"

Everyone nodded their heads to show that they understood Bagman's words, and then the contestants parted and pondered. Harry looked like he wanted to say something to Shea, but he didn't say anything when he saw someone next to him.

In a few moments, hundreds of footsteps were heard passing through the tent, and the men were talking, laughing, and making noise excitedly, only a tent away, but they felt very far away from the group, as if they were another kind of creature. Bagman then opened the mouth of the small purple silk bag.

"Ladies first. He said, handing the bag to Isabel.

With trembling hands in her pocket, she figured out a small, perfect model of the dragon—a Welsh green dragon with a number around its neck.

Krum's draw is a scarlet Chinese fire dragon with a number three around its neck. He didn't blink, just stared at the ground.

Harry reached out and pulled out a blue-gray Swedish short-nosed dragon with the number one.

Xie An stepped forward and took out the last Hungarian trumpet-tailed dragon from the bag, needless to say that the number was four.

"Alright, you've got it!" said Bagman, "everybody draws out the dragons you're going to face, and the numbers are in the order in which you're going to fight, you know? Now I'm going to go out and leave some time for you, and I'm going to go out and explain." Harry, you're the first to get out of the tent and go inside the fence when you hear the whistle, okay?"

"Uh, okay!" Harry swallowed, nervous, and couldn't help but look at the other players, and when he saw Shay, Shayne said, "Come on, you'll make it!"

Soon, the whistle sounded, and Harry mustered up his courage and his head would not go out.

After a few seconds, they heard the roar of the crowd, indicating that Harry had entered the fence and was looking face to face at the mock-up of his model.

The rest of the players, Krum and Isabel, were visibly uneasy, especially as the screams, cheers, and pantings of the crowd indicated that Harry was doing everything he could to get past the Swedish short-nosed dragon.

Bagman's words made everything worse and worse, "Oh, it's a little bit worse there, that's it!"

"He's playing with his life, this time!"

"Pretty flashes - unfortunately it didn't work out!"

More than twenty minutes passed. There was a deafening sound, and that could only mean that Harry had passed his dragon and obtained the golden egg.

"Great, he succeeded!" Xie An, who was bored on the side, smiled at Isabel. The latter snorted at Xie An in his shocked eyes.

"One is done, and there are three!" Bagman shouted again, the whistle sounding again.

"Miss Isabel, please!"

Isabel was shaking from head to toe. She stepped out of the tent with her head held high, her wand clenched.

"Hey chick, don't be nervous, it's just a little dragon!" Xie An shouted from behind, he just thought that if Elsa knew that she didn't comfort Isabel at such a moment, she might teach herself a hard lesson.

You know, maybe Aunt Elsa came through the fireplace in the principal's office, hiding somewhere to watch.

Only Shea and Krum remained.

The same process began again. "Oh, I don't think that's necessarily wise!" they could hear Bagman shouting happily, "Oh, almost! Be careful now, God, I thought she'd get the egg!"

When it was in full swing outside the venue, the corner of the tent suddenly shook a little, and Xie An walked over, "Who!"

"Is it you, Xie An!" A voice came, and Xie An heard that the other party was Hermione, and his voice trembled a little.

"It's me, what's going on outside, why did you slip here!"

"Xie An, they said that the dragon you are going to deal with is very powerful, and you shouldn't have participated in it. Hermione hurriedly said, "We are not obligated to participate in these things!"

"Actually, that's what I thought. But Hermione......" Shayne whispered, "you can't escape when you're already involved. And there is a saying that I think is very true, the stronger you are, the more obligations you have. ”

"Shea-A!" Hermione slammed open the tent and hugged Shea-An, "I can't help it, I can't help but worry about you." ”

"It's okay!" Xie Anxin warmly hugged Hermione tightly, "I will have a way, trust me, there will be no danger." ”

"Maybe you can learn from Harry, too!" Hermione helped with the idea, "Ah, Krum!"

Krum on the side suddenly coughed loudly, and Hermione nervously let go of Shea, her face flushed.

"Okay, don't worry about him!" Xie An glanced at Krum dissatisfied, "You can go to the stage obediently, I have a way." You know, Harry's method is what I told him!"

Hermione didn't insist, took a quick look and left.

Ten minutes later, the crowd erupted in applause again, and Isabel succeeded. The sound stopped, it was time to be in the bright Isabel score, more clapping, and then, for the third time, the whistle was heard.

"It's Mr. Krum down there!" Bagman shouted, and Krum went out with his head down.

"Very brave!" Bagman cheered again. Xie An heard a terrifying rumbling scream from the Chinese fire dragon, and the audience held their breath. "That really shows his guts—and—great, he's got the golden egg!"

The applause shattered the winter air like broken glass, and Krum was done—it would be Shea'an's turn at any moment.

Xie An stood up, took a sip of water, and took out his wand to wipe it gently.

The whistle blew and Xie An walked out of the tent, a little excited, and now he was walking through the woods, through a gap in the fence.

Hundreds of faces looked down at Xie An as if from the magically conjured stands.

And the horn-tailed dragon, at the other end of the fence, crouched down to watch over her eggs, her wings half-open, her wicked, yellowed eyes looking at Shea, the huge black scorpion with phosphorus flakes all over her body, waving her spike-like tail, leaving a yard of holes in the hard ground.

There was a loud noise in the audience, but whether it was friendly or not. Shea heard many of the Hogwarts students shouting Shea's name.

Xie An smiled and waved to the audience, and then at the referee's signal, he prepared to start the game.

The dragon stared at Xie An viciously, its wings spread out like a dark cloud, blocking the sunlight, and behind it, there was a golden egg of the size held in both hands.

Xie An shook his head and took two steps forward, and then the dragon roared, as if to warn, but Xie An ignored it and took another step forward. The dragon was completely enraged, it flicked its tail, and a large number of rocks flew towards Xie An.

"Ahh

Now, Xie An raised his wand and waved it lightly four or five times, and the rocks fell one after another, as if they had hit a stone wall.

"Okay, it's time for you to sleep for a while!" Xie An looked at the distance, nodded with satisfaction, and said loudly, "Dizzy!"

A swift red light rushed out of Xie An's wand, hitting the dragon's head in an instant, and then with a bang, the dragon fell!

"Wow!" there was a loud cheer from the crowd.

"Look at that, Xie An knocked down the dragon alone!"

"Xie An! Xie An ......"

The audience soon chanted Xie An's name in unison.

Xie An smiled happily, although his face was a little pale. He found Hermione and the others, waved his hand, and walked towards the golden egg, and halfway through, Xie An bent down and pinched the dragon's ear, causing the audience to laugh.

"Behold!" called Bagman. "Look! Our young warrior got the golden egg the fastest! Ah, he defeated the dragon, he defeated the dragon alone!"

Shea saw the dragon's keeper rush to reassure the dragon, and, at the exit of the fence, Professor McGonagall, came up to meet him.

"Very good, Shea," shouted Professor McGonagall—a pretty high estimate for her. She looked relieved, obviously very happy with Xie An's achievements. "You'll have to go to Ms. Pomfrey to see the injuries before the judges score them. Over there, she had cured Isabel. ”

When Shean stepped out of the fence, she saw Ms. Pomfrey standing in the doorway of another tent, looking worried.

"Dragon!" she said a word, her tone was disgusted, and she pulled Xie An into the account. The tent was divided into two small rooms, and through the canvas Shean recognized Krum's figure, he didn't seem to be seriously injured, at least he could sit. Pomfrey examined his injuries and kept saying angrily, "Last year it was a wild beast, this year it was a dragon, what are they going to bring into the school next?" You are very lucky, this is just a flesh wound, but I still need to clean it before I treat it." ”

Madam Pomfrey stepped forward to look at Shea.

"I'm not hurt, don't worry about me!" Xie An said.

"All right!" said Madam Pomfrey, "it seems that a dragon will not be able to defeat you. ”

She hurried out of the tent, and then Xie An heard her walk to the next room, "What do you think now, Isabel?"

Xie stood up, wanting to go out to see how was going outside, but before he could reach the door of the tent, many people rushed in—Hermione, Sister White, and Ron.

"Shea, you're so good!" Hermione screamed. She had nail marks on her face because she covered her face tightly when she was scared. "You're amazing, really!"

"Shea, I knew you could do it!" Ron said excitedly.

"Of course!" Xie An said confidently, and then chatted with Zhang Qiu and the others for a few words, and suddenly asked Ron, "Aren't you going to see Harry?

"Some minor injuries!" Hermione said, "It's fine, he's on the other side!"

Ron looked at the people in turn, then hesitated a little but turned away, "I...... I'll check it out!"

"You're the best, you know!" Little Petil chirped after Ron left, "no doubt. The girl named Isabel tried to turn the stone into an animal to attract the dragon, and I think she was trying to make the dragon wander - well, that worked, the dragon was groggy, and then it snored, and then a burst of flames shot out, and the girl's dress caught fire - she had to conjure water with her wand to put out the fire. ”

"And Krum—you may not believe it, but he didn't even think to fly! It's just that the dragon broke half of the eggs when he trampled on them—and they had to deduct his points for that, because he shouldn't have hurt them. ”

In the midst of little Petill's chirping, Shea and the others reached the fence, where the five judges sat - at the other end sat in a high chair with a golden cloth hanging from it.

"Everybody is ten-point. Hermione said.

The first judge, Madame Maxime, raised her wand in the air. A long, silver ribbon-like object erupted and twisted into a figure of eight in the air.

Mr. Crouch then lit up and shot a number ten into the air.

It was Dumbledore who came down, and he also gave ten points. The crowd cheered more than ever.

Ludo Bagman - nine.

Now Karkaroff raised his wand. He paused for a moment, then shot the same number—five.

"What?" Exclaimed Petill angrily. "It's only five points, you eccentric scumbag, you can give Krum five points!"

The results came out, and although Karkaroff casually gave five points, Shaan was still the highest, followed by Krum and Harry, and finally Isabel.

The contestants returned to the tent, and now, everyone was somewhat injured, but all of them looked relaxed. Only Xie An was not injured.

"You're all doing well!" said Ludo Bagman, looking as happy as if he had crossed a dragon himself. "Now for a few brief remarks. You've got a long and good rest before the second task, which will take place at half past nine in the morning on the 25th of February—but we'll have something to test your heads! If you look at the golden eggs in your hands, you'll see them crack open and see the chains inside? You'll have to decipher the hints inside the eggs—because the hints will tell you what the second task is and help you prepare!

Shayne left with everyone, and then went back with Hermione and the others, and met Rita Skeeter, an old woman on the way, who wanted to interview Harry and Shayne, but Harry rudely refused.

"Roy, Weasley, listen up, okay?"

McGonagall's enraged hoarse voice swept through Thursday's Transfiguration class like a whip, and both Shea and Ron stopped what they were doing and looked up.

It was almost the end of class, and they had all done their business, and the guinea fowl was turned into a guinea pig, and then it was turned back into the big cage on Professor McGonagall's podium, and they copied their homework from the blackboard. It's almost time for class.

So, Shea and Ron are experimenting with the work of twin brothers, the fake wand sword. Harry watched with relish, pointing at Ron from time to time. Now the two good friends have reconciled again.

They all stopped now and looked up at the blackboard, Shayne clutching a tin parrot in his hand and Ron holding a rubber crocodile. Harry chose to sit upright, but the snickering smile on his face showed that he was gloating.

"Now, Shea and Weasley are very well-behaved and sensible. Professor McGonagall said, looking at them angrily again.

Because Shea and the crocodile's heads hung down and touched the ground, Ron's parrot pecked at it with its beak.

"I have something to announce to you......"

"The Christmas Ball is just around the corner – a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and an opportunity to mingle with foreign guests. Right now, the ball is only open to students from the fourth grade onwards - but you can also invite a junior if you like—"

"Be sure to wear a gown. Professor McGonagall continued, "The ball begins at eight o'clock on Christmas Day and ends at midnight in the General Assembly Hall. Now ......"

Professor McGonagall glanced at the class unhurriedly.

"The Santa Ball is certainly a great opportunity, huh...... It can make us have fun. She said in a very disapproving tone.

"But not really. Professor McGonagall continued, "We will be relaxing the rules of conduct for Hogwarts students. I would be very upset if a Gryffindor student embarrassed the school in any way. ”

The bell rang, and everyone packed their bags, slung their shoulders, and scrambled out of the classroom as usual.

Professor McGonagall shouted in the noise, "Shea, Potter - you have some business, please don't leave yet." ”

It won't be a lesson for you, will it?" Harry said in Shay'an's ear, and Shay'an shrugged his shoulders and said it didn't matter.

Professor McGonagall waited until the class was gone, and said, "Shea, Potter, the contestants and their dance partners—"

"What dance partner?" asked Harry.

Professor McGonagall looked at him quizzically, as if he wanted to be funny.

"Your dance partner at the Ball, Potter. She said coldly, "Your dance partner." ”

Harry's stomach seemed to coil together and then contracted, "Dance partner?" he felt himself blush. "I can't dance. He immediately prevaricated.

"Oh no, you will, you will!" Professor McGonagall was a little enraged. "That's what I'm going to tell you. Balls have always been held for contestants and their dance partners. ”

"I can't dance. Harry stiffened, looking a little confused. And Xie An's face was also a little bitter, "Who should I invite?"

"That's traditional. Professor McGonagall said firmly. "You are Hogwarts players, and you should be the representative of the school and do what we expect you to do. So make sure you find a dance partner, Potter and Shea. ”

"But—I won't—"

"I've said everything I need to say, Potter. Professor McGonagall said in a closing tone.

A week ago, Harry would have said it would be easier for me to find a dance partner than it would be to fight the Hungarian trumpet-tailed dragon. But now that he's been battling the Trumpet-tailed dragon and faced with how to invite a girl to the ball, he'd rather play one more round with the trumpet-tailed dragon.

"Xie An, you won't worry about your dance partner, you have a lot of people to invite!" said Harry with a little envy as he walked back.

"That's where the headache lies, little brat!" said Shayne weakly, "Actually, you can try to invite Ron, if the school allows." Actually, Draco isn't bad either!"

"I don't like men!" said Harry angrily, he must have learned something about it.

"Either Ginny is not bad!" Xie An encouraged, "Don't refuse, you must have a dance partner in the end!

"I'll think about it!" Harry was silent for a moment, then let out a sigh of relief.

……

This year's Christmas was very lively, and in previous years most students chose to go home.

But this year, every student from the fourth grade and above seems to have stayed, and they're also haunted by the prom — or, at least, all the girls. How spectacular it would be for Hogwarts to accommodate so many girls at once!

Some girls giggled and whispered in the hallway, some girls and some boys shrieked as they passed by, and some were there exchanging ideas about what to wear on Christmas night......

"Why do they always have to walk in groups?" Harry asked Ron as he saw a dozen girls passing by them, snickering and staring at him. "How do you think you should invite them?"

"How about one?" Ron suggested. "Who hasn't had an invitation in mind?"

Harry didn't answer, so Ron turned to ask Shea.

"I don't know, it's a little difficult!" Xie An frowned, glancing at Hermione beside him.

"Listen, you won't have any difficulty. You've all defeated the dragons, and I bet they'll be waiting in line for you to invite. Ron said enviously.

What happened later proved that Ron was right.

The next day, a third-year Hufflepuff girl with curly hair came to invite Harry to the ball, and Harry had never spoken to her. Harry had rejected her without even thinking about it, much to his own surprise. On the third day, two more girls came to him, one in the second year and one in the fifth year, and if Harry refused, the second looked as if he would knock Harry unconscious.

On the contrary, the person who invited Xie An didn't!

Although Xie An's reputation at Hogwarts is not very good, and he has no awareness of this, it is undeniable that Xie An is still very attractive to some young girls who are just starting to fall in love.

With a height of about one meter seven, a sunny boy, he laughs a little badly, if you ignore the kind of smile that he sometimes has obscenely, with his strong strength, according to the normal plot, there should be a lot of girls to invite Xie An.

But, no!

No one came to invite Xie An.

In the past few days, no matter where Xie An walks, in addition to the boys' dormitory and bathroom, Zhang Qiu, the Petil sisters, and Hermione will always surround Xie An.

Once a girl with a slight intention walked towards Xie An, or looked at Xie An more, she would be stared at by the eight eyes of the four girls. They can only regret this and retreat.

In fact, the dance partner Xie An wanted to invite the most was by his side, but it was difficult for him to choose, or rather, he didn't dare to decide easily. Xie An regretted a little, "I knew earlier, when I first met, I shouldn't have been too close." Now ......"

Xie An even consulted Dumbledore and Elsa specifically for this issue, and they said that there was nothing they could do!

"You should learn to choose, learn to make up your mind!" the two replied in unison.

Xie An tried to make a decision, but when he saw the eyes of the other girls, some vicious eyes, he shuddered, and the result could only be to retreat!

"Let's do this first!" Xie Anxin thought helplessly. It's not that he doesn't understand that the longer it drags on, the worse it will be, but what should he do?

The last week of the semester is getting more and more noisy. Rumors of the Yule Ball were flying around, such as that Dumbledore had bought eight hundred barrels of spiced honey sprinklers from Lady Rosesmart. That may sound true, and he has already booked a very sister.

In fact, no one knows who or what that very sister is.

Some teachers, like Professor Phillitwick, stopped teaching when they saw that their hearts didn't know where to fly, and he allowed them to play games in his Wednesday class.

Other teachers weren't so generous. Professor Pennsey, for example, kept talking and talking from the part of the notes on the demonic uprising—as if he wouldn't stop lecturing even when he was dying. Therefore, they think that it is impossible for something as small as Christmas to stop him. How remarkable! He spoke of the demonic riot more bloody and filthy, and sounded like Percy's big steaming pot report—long and smelly.

Professors McGonagall and Moody were in class until the last second, and Snape was no exception. He looked at the class with bad intentions, as if to tell them that the last class of the semester he would use to test their ability to detoxify poisons.

"It's a demon. Ron said bitterly in the Gryffindor's common room that night, "The last day of the quiz was taken, and the joy of the end of the semester was swept away by the whole bunch of general revisions. ”

"Hmm...... You're not going to torture yourself like that, are you?" said Hermione, looking up at him from the potion notes she was reviewing.

Ron is busy building his card fortress out of exploding cards – more fun than playing Muggle cards because the whole fortress can explode at any moment.

"It's Christmas!" said Shayne lazily, lying in his easy chair by the fire, bored as Hermione looked at him gravely. "I thought you were doing something constructive!"

"Like what?" said Shay.

"Eggs!" Hermione booed.

"What's the difference if you can't open it?" Xie An said with a wink and a grin.

"Xie An, do you already know the secret of the golden egg?" Harry's face was a little strange, as if he remembered the screeching sound when he opened the golden egg, "Maybe it's better to study it after a while!"

"It could take weeks!" Hermione said. "If everyone knows what the next task is, you don't know, you'll be like a fool!"

"Leave him alone, Hermione, he needs to rest. Ron said, placing the last two cards on top of the fort, and the whole one exploded, burning his eyebrows.

"It's pretty, Ron...... It goes well with your dress, really. "It was Fred and George who came over.

They sat down at the table, and Ron sensed he had made a serious mess.

"Ron, can we borrow your piggy?" asked George.

"No, it's on its way to deliver the letter right now. Ron said. "What's the matter?"

"Because George wanted to invite it to the ball. Fred quipped.

"Because we're sending letters, fools. George said.

"Who are you always writing to?" said Ron.

"Stick your nose out, Ron, or I'll burn you too. Fred waved his wand menacingly. "So...... Have you all found a dance partner?"

"Nope. Ron said.

"Alright, you'd better hurry up, old friend, or the good ones will be invited away. Fred said.

"Who are you going to go with?" said Ron.

"Angelina Johnson. Fred blurted out, not embarrassed at all.

"What?" said Ron, taken aback. "You've already invited her?"

"That's right. Fred said, turning his head and shouting to the break room, "Hey, Angelina Johnson!"

Angelina Johnson was chatting with Alihill by the fire when she turned her head and looked at him.

"What's the matter?" she responded.

"Want to come with me to the prom?"

Angelina Johnson looked at Fred with an evaluative eye.

"Okay. She said, turning to talk to Alisil again, with a smile on her face.

"You see, right?" Fred said to Shea, "it's easy. ”

He stood up, yawned, and said, "We'd better use the school owl, George, hurry up......"

They're gone. Ron didn't think about his eyebrows anymore, looked at the wreckage of the smoking castle, and then at Harry, "It's time for us to act...... Invite certain people. ”

"Why don't you call me?" Xie An called from the side.

In an instant, several eyes focused on Xie An, and Ron looked around the Pettier sisters and Hermione not far away, shrugged his shoulders, and gestured with his eyes.

The Hogwarts staff, who want to impress visitors from Beauxbatons and Durmstrand, have decided to bring out the best in the castle this Christmas.

Icicles were fastened to the railing of the staircase, and the twelve Christmas trees were still in the General Assembly Hall as usual, decorated with everything from shiny hollow berries to golden owls that really screamed loudly, and they sang carols. Listening to the empty armor who only knows half of the lyrics singing "Oh, come on, all sincere", it feels really different. Several times, Filch had to pull Peeves out of his armor, and both Harry and Ron were getting nervous now, although Harry had said that Ron would look sillier if he had a dance partner, but Harry should have picked it first with the other contestants.

"I want the crying myrtle to go, too. He said melancholy, referring to the ghost haunting the girls' toilet on the second floor.

"Harry—we're going to have to give it a try. Ron said Friday morning, a tone that seemed to indicate that they were planning to break through an impregnable fortress. "We'll all have dance partners when we get back to the common room tonight—okay?"

"Uh...... Good. Harry hesitated, then said as Ron overtook him, "Ron, I thought, I might be able to invite...... Invite Ginny!"

"What!" Ron turned and his eyes widened, "You want to invite Ginny?"

"Maybe it's a good choice, if you don't mind!" Harry plucked up.

"But......" Ron seemed to retort, but didn't have a good idea, "but...... Maybe...... Let's do it!"

This was the end of the conversation, and although Ron wasn't too happy, Harry had already decided to invite Ginny.

In the past few days, Xie An has been listless, time is getting more and more urgent, and once at night, after everyone in the lounge was gone, Hermione even tested him, but at the last moment when Xie An spoke, Patil came out to find Hermione to rest, and things messed up again.

One night, when Shea Ann was well fed and walked back to the break room with the Petyr sister, Hermione.

Ron sat in a far corner with a composed, and Ginny and Harry sat beside him, speaking to him in small, comforting voices.

"What's going on, Ron?" said Shea, surrounding him.

Ron looked up at Shea, a blind fear on his face.

"Why would I do that?" he asked, stubbornly. "I don't know what I did to do that!"

"What?" Xie An asked.

"He's— uh, just invited Isabel to the ball. Ginny said. She seemed to force a smile, but she always patted Ron's arm sympathetically.

"I don't know why I did that!" Ron gasped. "What the hell am I doing? There were a lot of people around there -- I was going crazy -- everybody was looking at me! I walked past her in the General Assembly Hall -- she was talking to her friends -- and I suddenly thought of her, and I went over and invited her!"

Ron grunted, his hands over his face. He kept speaking there, though sometimes vaguely. "She looked at me like she was looking at an octopus or something in the sea and didn't even answer me. At that time - I don't know - just thought of it and asked. ”

"She's a complete slug. Harry said indignantly, "Her grandmother is a baby. That's not your fault. ”

Ron looked up, "Maybe!"

Everyone began to fall silent.

Shayne shrugged and sat down, followed by Petyr Hermione.

After a while, Harry's face suddenly became a little strange, he looked at Ron Shea and the others, and then took a deep breath, "Ginny!"

"What?"

"I want to ......," Harry stammered, "I want to ...... I would like to invite you...... If you don't have a dance partner, maybe you can...... Be My ...... You don't have a dance partner, do you?"

Ginny's face flushed for a moment, and there was a golden light in her eyes, an excited and shy golden light, "No!" she said in a voice like words.

"Great!" Harry jumped, "Then you're going to be my dance partner!"

"Hmm!" said Ginny softly again, and sped away.

"Harry......" Ron looked at Harry in a complicated way, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Congratulations!"

"Great, I made it!" said Harry, still a little excited.

On the other side, Hermione Patil glanced at Shea at the same time, and then Shay lowered her head.

Sometimes Xie An wanted to slap himself, "Why don't you dare to say it, they won't eat you again!"

"I want to go out for a walk!" Ron stood up in disappointment, Harry tried to accompany him, but Ron refused.

I don't know how long it took, but Ron was back, but the difference was that he had a smile on his face!

"You know what?" he said excitedly as soon as he entered, "I made it, and I have a dance partner!"

"What?" Shayne and Harry both jumped to their feet.

"I've found a dance partner...... Ron smugly, "it's not that hard, it's that easy! I just walked past her, and she asked me, 'Do you have a dance partner?' and I said no, and it worked!"

"Who is she?" Xie An asked with wide eyes.

"Lavender Brown!" Ron spread his hands, the expression on his face, clearly pleased with his dance partner.

"Bang!" When Xie An was stunned, Hermione suddenly threw down the book in her hand, stared at Xie An and snorted coldly, and turned to go upstairs.

"Xie An!" Petil on the side looked at Xie An pitifully and said softly.

"Oh, Shea, when are you going to find your dance partner?" Ron walked over and gloated, "It's not too early, let's rest first!"

"Okay! Okay! Early death and early life!" Xie An stood up and yelled loudly in Chinese, and then shook his head, "Petil, now you go and call Hermione and your sister and Zhang Qiu, we will see you in the old place, I want to say something!"

After Xie An finished speaking, he turned around and left.

In the responsive room, in the gap between the slow shelves, Xie An was pacing back and forth, rubbing his head from time to time, and his hair was kneaded into a chicken nest by him, which was quite funny.

After a long and short wait, the four girls stood in front of Xie An in pairs, eight eyes staring at Xie An. It made Xie Anxin jump more than once.

"I know!" Xie An took a deep breath, "I know, you've been wondering who I want to invite as a dance partner all this time, in fact, I've already decided!"

Xie An didn't dare to look them in the eye, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble." I'm really sorry, Cho, Sister Petyer, we ...... We are good friends......"

When Xie An didn't finish speaking, or he didn't continue, Qiu's eyes were already red, she turned her back, and Sister Petyr looked angry and stared at Xie An tightly, "Who do you want to invite!"

"Hermione!" Shayne said with all her strength, "I can't imagine accepting Hermione's loss, or crying, I'm sorry, Cho, Parvati, Padma, I think we're good friends." And Hermione, I love her, I depend on her, I can't lie to myself anymore......"

Halfway through hearing this, Qiu covered her mouth and whimpered and left, she didn't even look at Xie An. The Pettier sisters slapped Xie An and ran away holding hands.

Xie An let out a long breath, and suddenly felt relaxed. Hermione covered her mouth and looked at Shea with red eyes.

"Hermione, would you like to be my dance partner?" Xie An asked Hermione with a bright smile after a moment.

"I do!" Hermione smiled brightly.

Then, the two hugged each other tightly......

There was a thick layer of snow on the castle and on the ground, and the blued Beauxbatons carriage looked like a big, cold, frozen pumpkin that stopped beside the ice-covered gingerbread house—Hagrid's hut. The portholes of the Durmstrang were covered in ice, and the equipment was covered in snow-white ice, and the servant elves were in the kitchen scrambling to eat a bunch of rich, warm stews and delicious puddings, and only Isabel seemed to complain about something.

There will be no tea party this Christmas, as there will be a feast at the dance tonight. At seven o'clock, when it was difficult for everyone to see each other, the others told them to stop the snow fight, and then the crowd returned to the lounge, where the fat lady sat by the stairs with his fat body and his friend Willy, both of them very drunk, empty bottles of chocolate liqueur piled up under her portrait.

"Beast fights, that's it. "When everybody said the password.

Shayne, Harry, Ron, and others changed into their dresses in their rooms.

Each one seemed confident, but nowhere near as good as Ron. He looked at himself in a long mirror in a corner, and looked at himself in the mirror, his face was so frightening that no one noticed that his dress actually looked more like a skirt, and in order to make his clothes more manly, he sprayed a kind of Sling perfume on the neckline and cuffs, which worked well, at least he didn't have to wear a tie, and although he did this elegant thing, the edges of the dress were still frustratingly torn.

Xie An was dressed in a pure black dress, and wore a black robe outside, looking mysterious and full of stability, and the smile that often hung on the corner of his mouth was quietly hidden, as if he had suddenly grown two years older - from the outside.

As everyone packed up and went downstairs, Ron was still complaining about his dress.

The lounge was a strange scene, crowded with people in colorful dresses, different from the usual black.

The entrance hall was also full of students, waiting for eight o'clock to arrive, when the doors of the hall opened, and people from various rooms crowded into the crowd looking for their dance partners.

Harry and Ginny were found, and Ron found Lavender Brown.

Sheaan was still looking around for Hermione, when a group of Slytherin students came out of the city break room and walked upstairs, Draco leading the way, wearing a velvet dress with a high neck, Parkinson grabbing Draco's arm, and wearing a crumpled pink dress. Both Crabbe and Goyle are dressed in green, which looks like mossy stones.

The oak front door opened, and everyone looked over to see Durmstrang's students and Professor Karkaroff enter. Krum was at the front of the group, accompanied by a girl in a blue dress.

A meadow in front of the castle has been transformed into a place full of fairy lamps - countless lifelike fairies sitting among the roses, magically transformed, fluttering their wings above statues of Santa Claus and reindeer.

Then Professor McGonagall's voice was heard saying, "Gentlemen, please come here!"

Professor McGonagall, dressed in a plaid skirt with a rather ugly thistle wreath over the edge of her hat, told them to wait by the door for the others to go in first, and only after the rest of the students were seated did they walk into the hall in a progressive step.

Just when Xie Anxin was a little anxious, and even worried that Hermione was about to retreat, a beautiful suffocating girl finally appeared from the stairs not far away.

It's Hermione!

But she didn't look like Hermione at all. She had arranged her hair, and it was no longer a clump, but smooth and shiny, tied with a noble bow on the door of her head. Dressed in a dress made of flowing conch blue, her body maintained an unusual posture - probably because she had memorized about twenty books less. She was still smiling—an angelic smile, that was Xie An's first feeling.

Shea smiled and greeted, and then, amid countless pairs of eyes, Hermione took Shea's arm. There is no doubt that they look like a natural pair.

Everyone walked forward in turn, but soon, Xie An, who was originally smiling, suddenly looked a little unnatural. In the corner not far away, the three sisters stood quietly together.

Xie An and Hermione glanced at each other, Xie An pursed his lips, nodded slightly in that direction, and then, the two continued on their way.

Once everyone was seated in the hall, Professor McGonagall had the contestants and their dance partners line up in pairs and follow her. They complied, and the audience applauded as they walked into the hall and toward the large round table where the judges were seated.

All the walls of the hall were covered with silver shimmering frost, and hundreds of mistletoe wreaths and ivy intertwined with the star-shaped black ceiling. The tables in the room were all painted, and there were about a hundred rather small, lantern-lit tables, each of which could seat twelve.

One by one, the contestants, like knights returning triumphantly, were welcomed by the cadets. Although Xie Anzhong was very happy at this time, it had to be when he deliberately ignored some things.

Tonight, however, it was Hermione who was truly surprised, and she was so glamorous that she overpowered Isabel's demeanor.

Dumbledore smiled happily as the players approached the main table, but when he saw Hermione, he was also a little stunned, and then winked at Shea.

Ludo Bagman, dressed in a bright purple dress with a yellow pattern, was clapping enthusiastically like the other students tonight, while Ms. Maxim, who had left her daily black satin uniform and put on a flowing lilac silk robe, was politely applauding Mr. Crouch did not show up, and the fifth seat of the table was occupied by Percy Weasley.

The contestants took their seats and sat down. Harry sat down with Shea. Beside him, Ginny had been writhing restlessly.

There was no food on those gleaming plates, but there was a small menu in front of everyone, and Harry picked it up uncertainly, and looked around - there was no one waiting to be answered, but Dumbledore looked at his menu carefully, and then said loudly to his plate, "Ribs!"

The ribs came up, and the rest of the people at the table understood the method and placed orders for their plates.

Isabel criticizes the Hogwarts decorations to her dance partner, Rodger Davis, the Radlaw Quidditch captain.

"It's nothing. She said contemptuously, looking at the glowing walls around the hall, "In Beauxbatons' palace, in Klymas's canteen there are ice sculptures everywhere, they don't melt, of course, they are like huge diamond statues, illuminating the whole place, and the food is superb, and a group of beautiful maidens made of wood sing while we eat, there is no such ugly armor in our hall, and if a naughty man breaks into Beauxbatons he will be driven out like this." As she spoke, she slapped her hand impatiently on the table.

Roger Davis looked at her face as she spoke, and the fork was too old to speak, "That's right." Davis said quickly, imitating Isabel slapping her hand on the table, "Just like that, right." ”

Hagrid sat in one of the meals, his body wrapped in his shaggy brown suit, staring at the main table. I am sending autumn waves to each other with Ms. Maxim.

When the food was finished, Dumbledore stood up and asked the students to do the same, and then, with a wave of his hand, all the tables were back to the wall, and the floor was clean all at once, and then he magically raised a stage along the right side of the ground, with a set of drums, guitars, a lute, a cello, and some Scottish bagpipes.

The very sisters took the stage to frantic applause, all furry, dressed in a deliberately torn black gown, and picked up their instruments, when suddenly all the lights on the tables went out and the contestants and dance partners stood up.

Xie An Hermione walked onto the dance floor, holding Hermione's waist with one hand and Hermione's hand with the other, the two looked at each other, their eyes full of inexplicable happiness.

On the other side, Harryginie looked uneasy, and the two of them looked around as if to see if anyone was going to assassinate them.

In the sound of music, Xie An took Hermione and danced gently, and everyone danced.

Soon, many of the students were on the dance floor, so that the contestants were no longer the center of attention, and Dumbledore was waltzing with Lady Maxime, the tip of his hat only touching her chin, dwarfing him, and yet, although she was such a muscular woman, she moved gracefully. Moody was dancing a very ugly two-step dance with Professor Suniste, nervously avoiding his wooden legs.

"What nice socks, Potter!" Moody's magical eyes fixed on Harry's gown as he passed by.

"Oh, yes, Dobby, the maid elf, knitted it for me. Harry said, grinning.

The dance continued, and when the song was over, a light dance music sounded in his other hand, and Harry hurriedly pulled Ginny and ran down. But Xie An didn't have time to pay attention to others at this time, he and Hermione had forgotten about their troubles, and the two danced to their heart's content, smiling, sweating, and joy intertwined.

And I don't know when, the three Zhang Qiu and Pettier sisters who were under the dance floor have left together.

When the very sisters finished dancing at midnight, the audience erupted in one of the loudest applause at the end, and then they each walked into the entrance hall. A lot of people say it would be nice if the prom lasted longer.