"Potter, Weasley, listen, okay?" McGonagall's enraged hoarse voice swept through Thursday's Transfiguration class like a whip.

For Ron and Harry's audacity, Van Lin could only hold a sympathetic look.

In fact, because of Harry's win, this has made the pair of good friends excited lately.

Hermione had warned the two of them, but it didn't help.

Harry and Ron both jumped to their feet and looked up.

It was almost time for the end of the lesson, and they had all done their business, and the guinea fowl was turned into a guinea pig, which was then turned back into the big cage on Professor McGonagall's podium (which one had a parihija with chicken feathers), and they copied down their homework from the blackboard (describing and giving examples of how spells such as morphing were used in completing the variant).

Classes were almost over, so Harry and Ron were in the back of the classroom fighting with Fred and George's fake wands.

They all stopped now and looked up at the blackboard, Ron holding a tin parrot in his hand and Harry holding a rubber crocodile.

"Now, both Potter and Weasley are well-behaved and sensible," Professor McConaughey said, then looked at them angrily again. As Harry and the crocodile's heads hung down and touched the ground, Ron's parrot pecked at it with its beak......

Admittedly, the things Fred and George made were very interesting, especially since Van Lin provided a lot of alchemy technology, which made the Weasley joke product even better.

According to the agreement, Fred and George were not allowed to disclose information about Van Lin to Hermione in any way.

It's good to scold the two of them, anyway, don't bring yourself.

"I have something to announce to you—" Professor McGonagall said with a clear throat.

"The Christmas Ball is almost here...... This is a traditional part of the Three Witches Fighting Contest and an opportunity to interact with foreign guests. Now, the prom is only open to students from the fourth grade onwards...... But...... You can also invite a junior student if you like—"

Lavender Brown couldn't help but giggle, and his voice was harsh. Pavitti. Patti touched her ribs and looked at her angrily, but she struggled to keep herself from laughing.

They both looked back at Harry.

Professor McGonagall hadn't noticed them, so Harry thought it was unfair, as he and Ron had almost been reprimanded.

Van Lin's eyes lit up, and he almost forgot that there was also this activity, this kind of operation.

Van Lin looked at Hermione, but the girl looked like she hadn't seen anything, and Hermione's eyes were always on Professor McGonagall.

Just as Van Lin hesitated to call Hermione, Professor McGonagall continued her speech.

"Be sure to wear a dress, I'm sure you'll have a list, a list of essentials for school, and I don't want any gentleman or lady to arrive at the start of the ball without getting it. Professor McGonagall continued, "The ball begins at eight o'clock on Christmas Day and ends at midnight in the General Assembly Hall. Now—"

Professor McConaughey glanced at the class unhurriedly.

"The Santa Ball is certainly a great opportunity, well-– to make us have a good time. She said in a very disagreeable tone.

Lavender laughed even harder, covering his mouth with one hand to keep himself from laughing, and Harry now knew why it was so funny: Professor McGonagall, with a tight bun on the back of her head, looked as if she had never put her hair down.

(In English, "putting your hair down" means to have fun.) ）

"But it's not that we are going to relax the code of conduct for Hogwetcher students," Professor McGonagall continued. I would be very upset if there was a Gryffindor student who 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.

Van Lin just wanted to speak, but Hermione's speed was far faster than he expected, and as soon as he looked up, Hermione was gone.

Professor McGonagall shouted in the noise, "Potter - you have something to do, please don't leave yet." ”

Harry guessed it might be about his headless rubber crocodile, so he walked to the podium with his head down.

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

"What dance partner?" asked Harry, surprised.

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

"Your dance partner at the Santa Ball, Potter," she said coldly, "your dance partner." ”

Harry's stomach seemed to coil together and then constricted, "Dance partner?"

He felt himself blush.

"I can't dance. He immediately prevaricated.

"Oh no, you will," Professor McGonagall was a little irritated. "That's what I'm going to tell you. All the while, the ball was for champions and their dance partners. ”

Harry imagined himself wearing a tall hat and a tuxedo, accompanied by a girl in a folded tuxedo like Aunt Penny used to wear to Uncle Vernon's corporate evenings.

"I can't dance. He said.

"But that's traditional," Professor McGonagall said firmly.

"You are a Hogwarts champion and you are expected to do what we expect you to do as a representative of the school. So be sure to find a dance partner, Potter. ”

"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 that it would be easier for me to find a dance partner than to fight a Hungarian horn-tailed dragon.

But now that he's been battling a horn-tailed dragon and faced with how to invite a girl to a ball, he'd rather play one more round with the horn-tailed dragon.

Harry never imagined that so many people would sign up to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas. He often stayed at school for Christmas, because, in addition to that, he was back on Prry White Street.

Privet Road, that's a really bad name.

Want to compare dancing and returning to Priewight Street......

Belch...... Triwizard Tournament players are not allowed to leave school, at least at the end of the match, and at least himself, Fleur Delacour, Cedric, and Krum, are not allowed to leave Hogwarts at all.

At most, Harry could only visit Hogsmeade, which was a rule for the Ministry of Magic.

But this year was different, as everyone from the fourth grade up seemed to stay, and Harry felt that they were 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, how could he never have noticed it before.

You see, some of the girls are giggling and whispering in the hallway, some of the girls and some of the boys are squealing when they pass by, and some of them are talking 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 a rope wrap one?" Ron suggested. "Who's not invited after thinking about it? And, with Hermione here, we don't have to worry about that guy at Van Lin. ”

Harry didn't answer.

Of course, he knew exactly who he liked to invite, but it was another thing to muster up the courage...... Cho Chang is a year older than him, very beautiful, and a very good Quidditch player, and very popular, very popular.

Ron seemed to know what Harry was thinking.

"Listen, you won't have any difficulty. You're a champion, and you've defeated a Hungarian horn-tailed dragon. I bet they'll be waiting in line for you to invite. ”

For the sake of their newly-saved friendship, Ron tried to minimize the embarrassment.

Also, to Harry's great surprise, what happened later proved that what Ron said was right.

The next day, a curly-haired girl from Hufflepuff's third year came to invite him to the ball, and Harry had never spoken to her. Harry had rejected her without even thinking about it, much to his own surprise.

Because of this girl, Harry had to endure insults from Dean, Finigan, and Ron in the History of Magic class.

On the third day, two more girls came to him, one in the second year and one in the fifth year (which he was honored to be), and if Harry refused, the second looked as if he would knock Harry unconscious.

"She's pretty good-looking. Ron said after laughing.

"She's a foot taller than me," Harry said, looking discouraged. "Just imagine what it would be like when I danced with her. ”

Hermione's comments about Krum and his followers kept echoing in his head. "They only like him because he's famous!"

Harry was skeptical that if he wasn't the school champion, the girls who invited him would ever invite him.

Then he wondered if Qiu would be so annoyed if he had invited him.

Overall, Harry had to admit that the prom was embarrassing for him, even worse than returning to Priewight Street.

But since he completed his first mission, his life has improved significantly.

He didn't come across the unpleasant things that had happened in the hallway anymore. He suspected it had something to do with Cedric - he thought it was Cedric's group of people who called Huffpuff not to provoke him.

In return for informing him of the dragon coming......

It seems that there has been a lot less support for Cedric lately.

Draco Malfoy still told him Rita Skeeter's articles whenever he could, of course, but now he felt that there was nothing funny about it - it was just a mention of Harry's happiness.

The Daily Prophet doesn't have any news about Hagrid or the snails.

"To be honest with you, she doesn't seem to be interested in Fantastic Beasts," Hagrid whispered.

"Okay, I told her we've been friends since I picked you up from Dalí's house...... 'haven't reprimanded him in four years?' Rita asked, didn't you annoy you in class? Harry, you might think she wants me to say you're horrible. ”

"Of course she thinks so," Harry said, tossing a few pieces of the dragon's liver into a large metal bowl and picking up his knife and slicing some out. "She kept writing about what a tragic little hero I was, and it would be boring. ”

"She wants a new protagonist, Hagrid," Ron said as he peeled the eggshell of the fire scale. "You should say Harry is a mad criminal!"

"But he's not!" Hagrid said in shock.

"She should have interviewed Snape a long time ago," Harry said angrily. "He could shake out my good deeds in front of her at any time: Potter was always wrong when he came to school......"

"Professor Snape won't shield you, Harry......" Van Lin shrugged his shoulders.

"You can imagine how naughty he would have described Harry...... A cocky ghost, always thinking about how to be in the limelight, and never understand the professor's teachings......"

Van Lin mimicked Professor Snape's demeanor in a tone that was as close as possible.

Cold eyebrows, and a hooked nose.

"He said that?" Hagrid said in surprise, while Ron and Hermione laughed.

Suddenly, Hagrid could see that Van Lin was teasing Harry.

"Alright, don't take it so seriously, Harry, you're all well now, are you?"

"Thank you, Hagrid. Harry smiled.

"Hagrid, will you attend the Santa Ball?" asked Ron.

"I think I'll check it out. Hagrid said gruffly, "It must be fun, I suppose you're going to dance first, to announce the start of the ball, right, Harry?

"No, I haven't found it yet. Harry said, feeling himself blush again.

Van Lin's gaze swept over unconsciously, but Hermione didn't look at him.

"What about you?" Hagrid asked.

"I'm the same as Harry. Ron said he didn't care.

Hermione didn't answer Hagrid, "I'm going to feed these things to the fried snails, I think they can try it." ”

Hermione said quickly, and she swept the clutter into the basin and took it out.

"Oh, of course, thank you very much. Hagrid said humbly, and then he turned his gaze to Van Lin.

"What about you, then?" Hagrid asked.

"I?what?"

"Prom, Van Lin, you must have a dance partner......" Hagrid said with rare seriousness.

"I don't think Van Lin has to worry about it. Harry said, thinking of Fleur, it seemed that the two of them were on good terms, and Hermione was there.

"Uh...... I think Harry is the one who is most anxious. "You should prepare as early as possible, after all, Harry is going to do the opening dance......