Snowflakes were flying outside the windows again, fluttering against the frozen windows, and Christmas was here.

Hagrid had single-handedly brought in the 12 Christmas trees that were indispensable in the auditorium each year – and the sharp-eyed students found that this year's trees were much bigger than usual. The railings of the stairs were covered with holly and metal foil, the helmets of the armor were flickering with everlasting candles, and the hallways were hung with large bunches of mistletoe at intervals.

In the past, when Harry had to walk down the hallway, there would always be a bunch of girls gathered under the mistletoe, causing traffic jams, so he would often choose to take a detour to avoid those routes with mistletoe.

This detour had made Ron jealous before, but now he was very happy - Ron in Harry swaggered and Harry in Neville walked straight through the mistletoe-covered hallways. Ron - no, now "Harry" had a smile on his face - he had probably never enjoyed such a girlish gaze.

"Hey, what do you want to say? Well? Want my signature? That's fine, of course, but I'm not available at this point, and I need to get to Professor Slughorn's Christmas party, so I'll sign you next time. ”

"You mean you want to be my dance partner? No, no, no, we can bring a dance partner along, but I don't want to be misunderstood. ”

"You ask me about my criteria for choosing a mate? I can't just tell anyone about that. What is your name? Amy, that's a nice name, and I think we can talk about it after we get to know each other......"

"Ron, be careful, don't get me in trouble."

Neville leaned in with a somewhat smug Harry, "The potion has a limited amount of time to work, so don't blame me for showing your feet at the party." ”

Harry's face froze, and he ignored the girls who kept coming in, and walked briskly towards the foyer with Neville.

At eight o'clock in the evening, they arrived at the foyer on time, and found that there were more girls wandering there than in the corridor. They stared at "Harry" and "Neville" with a creepy look of enthusiasm.

"Man, I think it's hard for us to just get through it." "Harry" said, "Why don't we pick a random dance partner here?" Otherwise, I don't think they will let us go. ”

"You're crazy!" Neville whispered, "You're me now!" ”

"I know I'm you now, but it's okay to find a dance partner, and it's not about finding you a girlfriend."

"Ron! I don't want to see you use my identity to do nonsense, and if you're going to find a dance partner, I'm going to cast a curse on you. ”

"Okay, okay, you win, I'll listen to you."

The two broke through the girls' "defenses" and approached Slughorn's office, laughter, music, and loud talking increasing with their footsteps.

I don't know if this was the case, or if it was because of the magic, Slughorn's office was much larger than the average teacher's room. The ceiling and walls are covered with emerald green, crimson and gold draperies, which look like in a large tent. The room was crowded and stuffy, illuminated red by a golden lamp hanging in the center of the ceiling. There are real elves flickering in the lights, and each elf is a bright point of light. In the distance, from a corner came a loud singing that sounded like a mandolin; A few old wizards who were talking about it were full of pipes; Some house-elves squeaked through the jungle of calves, holding heavy silver plates that covered their bodies and looked like roaming little tables.

"Harry, my child!" As soon as "Harry" and "Neville" squeezed through the door, Slughorn shouted, "Come in, come in, there are so many people for you to meet!" ”

Slughorn wears a velvet hat with tassels that matches his smoking shirt.

He grabbed Harry's arm without saying anything, "Why didn't you bring a dance partner?" Okay, maybe you don't like dancing, but that's okay, come on, there are a lot of people who want to meet you. ”

"Harry" was clearly not very comfortable with Professor Slughorn's enthusiasm, and he tried in vain to grasp something.

"Professor, I'm here with Neville." "Harry" said, "He didn't bring a dance partner with him, so he might as well ......"

"Ah, and Longbottom." Professor Slughorn snapped his fingers as he snapped his fingers, and a plate with several glasses of flaming whiskey appeared in his hand.

"Take it, Neville." Slughorn shoved the plate to Neville, "Go and deliver the bar to the guests in need." ”

Slughorn looked back, "Alright, now that Longbottom has his job, Harry, I need to show you somebody, what do you say?" Gwenog. Jones? Of course she's here, but it's not her who I want you to meet, it's something more amazing, and you're going to be very interested......"

Neville looked at the plate in his hand with a stunned expression, and he watched Harry and Professor Slughorn disappear in the distance, and suddenly felt that some of the special treatment he didn't want before was actually very good. (To be continued......)