December is gliding fast, and time passes like flowing water. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The info transfiguration class was taken by Ravenclaw and Gryffindor together, and the class was coming to an end.

They had done what their teacher had assigned them: the guinea fowls they had turned into guinea pigs were now in a large cage on Professor McGonagall's podium (Neville's still had feathers).

The homework on the blackboard, which they had also copied in their notebooks ("Give an example of how the Transfiguration Charm must be adjusted when transmuting").

The bell would ring at any moment, Harry and Ron were holding two fake wands invented by Fred and George, and you were going back and forth in the back row of the classroom to compare swordsmanship, while Wang Yong and Hermione were chatting with each other.

"Potter! Weasley! Can you concentrate a little bit? ”

Professor McGonagall's annoyed voice crackled like a whip in Thursday's Transfiguration classroom, startling both of them in the fight.

"Can Potter and Weasley match their age?" Professor McGonagall said, glancing angrily at them both as the head of Harry's haddock fell off and fell silently to the floor—the beak of Ron's parrot had cut it off—"I have a few words to say to all of you. ”

"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 grade onwards - but you can invite a junior if you wish—"

Lavender Brown let out a shrill giggle. Parvati Patil stabbed her hard, and the muscles in Parvati's own face tensed as she tried desperately to restrain herself from laughing.

"Put on your gowns," Professor McGonagall continued, "and 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—"

Professor McGonagall looked at the class calmly.

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

Lavender laughed even harder, and covered his mouth with his hand to keep the sound from coming out. Wang Yong knew what was ridiculous this time: Professor McGonagall's hair was always tied in a tight bun, and she never seemed to have her hair loose.

Even Hermione pursed her lips, as if she had thought of something funny, but when she saw Wang Yong beside her, her mood was a little gloomy, who would be his dance partner at the Christmas ball? Be......

"But that doesn't mean," Professor McGonagall continued, "that we're going to relax our behavior requirements for Hogwarts students. I would be very saddened if one of the Gryffindor students disgraced the school in any way. ”

The bell rang for the end of class, and everyone, as usual, stuffed their books into their school bags, and then threw them over their shoulders, and the classroom was busy for a while.

Professor McGonagall raised her voice and shouted in a noise, "Yong, Potter - please stay, I have a few words to say to you." ”

Wang Yong threw an apologetic look at Hermione, originally saying that the two of them would go to the library together after class, but recently Krum often ran to the library and dangled next to Hermione, which made her a little uneasy.

Professor McGonagall and the rest of the class were gone, before staring at the two people in front of her and saying, "Wang Yong, Potter, and Warriors all have their own partners—"

"What mate?" Harry said.

"Your partner you brought to the Ball, Potter," she said coldly, "your dance partner." ”

Wang Yong noticed that Potter's face was flushing.

"Dance partner?" He felt his face flush, "I don't dance. He said hurriedly.

"Oh, you have to dance," said Professor McGonagall irritably, "and I was about to tell you this. Traditionally, the ball is held by warriors and their partners. ”

"I don't dance." He said.

"It's tradition," Professor McGonagall said firmly, "that you, as one of the Hogwarts warriors, as a representative of the school, must do as everyone expects. So, you'll have to find yourself a dance partner, Potter. ”

"But-I don't-"

"You hear me, Potter!" Professor McGonagall said in an unmistakable tone.

"You don't have a problem, right? Wang Yong. Professor McGonagall turned her gaze to Wang Yong.

"No problem, Professor." Wang Yong was gentle and authentic.

Since the conflict a long time ago, the relationship between Wang Yong and Professor McGonagall has been a bit stiff, but as Wang Yong's strength has become stronger and stronger, it has reached an unbelievable point that is comparable to the great men of the wizarding world, and McGonagall sees this student more and more pleasing to the eye. After all, McGonagall is also a reasonable person, and finds that as long as others don't mess with his sister, everything is safe.

In the last week of the semester, the school was bustling and noisy day by day. There were rumors about the Yule Ball, but most of them were debatable—for example, Dumbledore bought eight hundred barrels of Spiced Mead from the Three-Broomed Rosmerta.

However, it is possible that his premonition of the Strange Sisters is true. As for who or what the Weird Sisters are, Wang Yong doesn't know very well, because he is not interested in the entertainment news of the wizarding world, but judging by the excitement of those classmates who have listened to WWN (Wizard Radio Network) since childhood, the Weird Sisters seem to be a very famous music group.

Susan was next to Wang Yong for a long time talking about this combination.

Some teachers, such as the small Professor Flitwick, simply stopped teaching when they saw that their classmates were clearly absent-minded.

He allowed them to play games in his class on Wednesday, and Professor Flitwick presumably wanted to talk to Wang Yong about the spells he used on his first project, but he couldn't interject when he saw Wang Yong around his little girlfriend.

Wang Yong found that Susan today seems to be extraordinarily beautiful.

It was a good December day, and in the afternoon, the windows blocked the cold wind outside, and some warm sunlight seemed to shine in, reflecting on Susan's face, and the fine fluff on her face seemed to be delicate, and it seemed to feel some warmth in the sun.

Her delicate nose, brown eyes, blinking eyelashes, flaxen hair, and snow-white complexion all glow warmly in the sun's rendering, like a statue of a Nordic maiden.

Wang Yong felt as if his heart had melted, and there was a feeling brewing in his heart, like mellow wine, which made his heart a little intoxicated.

"What are you doing? Why do you look at me like that? Susan glanced at Wang Yong a little shyly, she was an old husband and wife, and she looked at herself with such affectionate eyes. A hint of blush slowly faded across her cheeks.

Wang Yong gently grabbed her little hand: "Be my dance partner at the Christmas Ball." ”

Looking at Wang Yong's attentive and affectionate gaze and invitation, Susan felt that her face was feverish.

She whined shyly and threw herself into Wang Yong's arms and did not snuggle up: "I've been waiting for your invitation, at the moment I knew." I...... Of course I agreed. ”

Wang Yong couldn't help but smile on his face, regardless of being in the classroom, he gently started from her soft face, until he found her lips, and she was fragrant and wet for a while before letting go.

Only to find that the Charms class was silent, and the students from both houses, from Professor Flitwick to Ravenclaw Hufflepuff, were staring at them.

When they noticed it, they let out a good-natured laugh, and Susan hid in Wang Yong's arms even more shyly, refusing to get up again.

Yes, even since they can remember, the two have been inseparable, and in the eyes of the Hogwarts students, the two have been tired of being together since the first year, and it is natural that the two have developed like this.