"Harry, can I invite you to this Christmas ball?"

In the warm Gryffindor common room, a stocky, good-looking fifth-year girl stood in front of Harry and asked very sincerely.

Just looking at her like that, it seemed like Harry would knock him unconscious if he dared to refuse.

Harry swallowed nervously, and said cautiously the way Clark had told him, "Thanks, you're a nice guy, but I'm sorry I already have someone to date." ”

The girl's face darkened, but she reluctantly turned away.

"She's pretty good-looking." Looking at the back of the girl leaving, Ron, who had laughed enough, said very fairly.

"She's a foot taller than me." Harry said, still in shock, "Imagine me dancing with her, and that's not even a foreign look!" ”

At this time, Clark and Hermione, who were doing their homework on the table next to them, couldn't hold back any longer, and the two of them buried their heads and shrugged their shoulders, eating and laughing.

As a [Psychic Warlock], controlling one's emotions is the most basic ability, and it is professionally trained, unless you really can't help it.

"Haha- Harry, I'm not laughing at you, but you've rejected several of them, and if you want me to say, you'll be fine." After laughing, Clark quipped.

"You have Hermione, don't come here to join in the fun, they like me just because I'm famous."

Harry said helplessly, "If it weren't for this scar on my head, would the girls who invited me to be my dance partner still want to go to the ball with me?" ”

"You're all an excuse!" Hermione's words hit the nail on the head, "If Cho Chang had invited you, would you still have considered this?" ”

"How do you know!" Harry almost blurted out before he could react.

Hermione raised a beautiful brow, she deliberately trimmed her eyebrows today.

"Sure enough, it's Qiu Zhang, it's obvious, isn't it, from the way you look at her, the accelerated heartbeat, the slowed pace, and the fact that you always like to take a detour to the school magazine every time - you just go to see her, right?"

Harry was speechless and could only remain silent.

"If you like it, chase it, what's so embarrassing?"

"If you like it, chase it, Harry, be bold!" Hagrid said it was in the last class of the semester on protecting magical creatures.

Because the fried tail snails were finally eaten by a few fire dragons, they no longer had to take care of those terrible big guys.

Today, at Clark's suggestion, Hagrid got some salamanders and prepared to celebrate the holiday season with an outdoor barbecue during this cold season.

The students sat at the shelves at the door of Hagrid's hut and prepared all sorts of food for the barbecue – he prepared a lot of them, sausages, mushrooms, potatoes, slices of bread, chicken wings, chicken thighs......

"Let me tell you, when your father was in school, he was the one who took the initiative to pursue your mother."

Hagrid said with a big smile, as if he was amused by talking about the past.

"He's a bit mischievous at the moment, and Lily is a good girl, with good academic records, like Hermione."

"And then?" Harry said, tossing the mushrooms into a large wooden bowl and picking up the knife to cut some more, "My mom said yes right away?" ”

"No," Hagrid shook his head, "your mother didn't look down on him at the time, but your father was always stalking, and in the end she was impressed by your father's sincerity." ”

"Hagrid is asking you to learn from your father, be thick-skinned, and boldly pursue your own love!" Clark brought a plate of chicken wings, already roasted to a golden brown and smelling of cumin, and placed it on their table.

"Thank you, Hagrid." Harry said, grinning, "I'll try." ”

"Are you coming to that hapless ball on Christmas Day, Hagrid?" Ron, who was skewering sausages, asked.

"I'd like to stop by," Hagrid said in a hoarse voice, "I think it's going to be lively." You're going to start the dance, aren't you, Clark? Who do you take with you? ”

"Hermione, of course, I'll invite her as soon as Professor McGonagall announces the news!" Clark picked up a grilled chicken wing and put it in his mouth, saying as he ate.

His cooking skills don't seem to have deteriorated, and he has a good grasp of the heat of the barbecue.

The skin of the chicken wings is roasted to a golden brown, and the protein inside gives off an enticing burnt aroma under the Maillard reaction.

When you bite into it, the crispy chicken skin clicks, but the inside is full of delicious gravy and tender chicken, which plays a powerful symphony with chili peppers and cumin.

"Look, Harry!" Hagrid also picked up a chicken wing, threw it whole into his mouth, and ate it with the bones and meat, "You have to learn a little!" ”

In the last week of the semester, the school was bustling and noisy day by day.

News of the Balls circulated among the students, but most of them dismissed it as a rumor - for example, Dumbledore had bought eight hundred barrels of Aromatic Mead from Lady Rosmerta with Three Broomsticks.

However, it is possible that his premonition of the Strange Sisters is true.

The Weird Sisters are a very famous music group in the British wizarding world, which is something to be excited about for those who have listened to WWN (Wizarding Radio Network) since childhood.

In addition, some teachers, such as the small Professor Flitwick, simply stopped teaching after seeing that their students were clearly absent-minded.

He allowed them to play games in Charms class on Wednesday, and he spent most of his time talking to Clark about some things about charms.

But the other teachers were not so talkative.

Professor Binns, for example, had nothing to divert his attention from, and he continued to trude through his pile of goblin rebellion notes.

The students speculated that since Professor Binns had not allowed his death to stop him from continuing to teach, it was impossible for him to be distracted by something as trivial as the Christmas ball.

It's really strange to say that he can talk about the bloody and thrilling goblin rebellion so boringly.

In addition to him, Professor McGonagall and Moody do not let the students sit idle, and every class will be held until the last second before the end of the class.

Not to mention Clark and the others, of course, Clark and the others privately speculated that he would rather adopt Harry as his godson than let his classmates play games in Potions class.

At each class, he looked at the class with gloomy eyes, telling them that he would test their antidote in the last class of the semester.

Snape wouldn't have really poisoned a student, but he could have let someone lie in bed for Christmas.

If a qualified antidote is not prepared, this risk can arise at any time.

Especially for students from the fourth grade onwards, they couldn't have missed this Christmas ball because of Snape's poison.

"He's so bad," Ron said angrily that night, in the Gryffindor common room, "to test us on the last day and ruin the last little bit of the semester with a whole bunch of homework." ”

"Hmm...... But you're not actually working too hard, are you? Hermione looked away from her Potions notes and looked at Ron.

Ron was busy playing magic cards with Neville, and with Christmas just around the corner, Clarke's card company released the final deck of the year in time for a large sum of gold Galleons before Christmas.

After all, what better Christmas gift for kids than the latest magic cards.

"It's Christmas, Hermione." Harry said lazily. He sat in an armchair by the fire and read "Flying with Artillery" for the tenth time.

"I bet Snape didn't find a dance partner for the Ball." Ron said distractedly, "Otherwise, why would his face have gotten worse?" ”

"Before saying bad things about the teacher behind his back, some people would do well to think about whether they have found a dance partner for the Santa Ball."

"If you want me to say, you're going to be embarrassed for him."

The joking voice rang out, it was Fred and George.

The two of them sat down at Clark and Hermione's table.

"Ron, can we borrow Piggy for it?" George asked.

"Yes," Ron said, "but what do you want it to do?" ”

"Because George wants to invite it to the ball." Fred said sarcastically.

"Because we have a letter to send, you stupid big fool." George said.

"Who are you two writing to, huh?" Ron said.

"Don't meddle, Ron," Fred threatened with waving his wand.

Clark knew that they were going to send a letter to Ludo Bagman.

The two brothers have recently put their energy and time into Triwizard Tournament merchandise, and now that the product has been designed and put into production, they also need to think about sales.

This kind of thing, Ludo Bagman, who owes them money, is naturally the most appropriate.

At this point, Fred asked again, "How...... You guys haven't found a dance partner yet? ”

"Nope." Ron shook his head.

"I said, man, you'd better speed up, or the good girl will be picked out." Fred said.

"And who are you going with?" Harry asked curiously.

"Angelina." Fred replied without thinking, not in the slightest bit embarrassed.

"What?" Ron asked, surprised, "You've already invited her?" ”

"That's a good question." Fred turned his head and shouted to the other end of the common room, "Hey, Angelina! ”

Angelina was chatting with Arya Spinnett by the fire when she heard the shouts and looked over to Fred.

"What's wrong?" She asked aloud.

"Would you like to come with me to the prom?"

Angelina looked at Fred with a measured eye.

"Okay." She said, then turned her face back to continue the conversation with Arya, with a faint smile on her face.

"It's done," Fred said to Harry and Ron, "and see, it's a piece of cake." ”

In the midst of everyone's astonished gaze, he stood up triumphantly and yawned.

"Let's go, George, let's send the letter out with Ron's piggy first, and as for these guys, let them bother with it."

The two of them left, and Ron was in no mood to play cards, looking across the table at Harry.

"He's right, it's time for us to act...... Invite someone, I don't want to end up dancing with an ugly bastard. ”

"Ron! Are the remaining girls ugly? That's a terrible thing to say. Hermione said disgruntled.

Hermione was clearly angry, and Ron's words made her think that he was disrespectful to girls and was just choosing a dance partner based on his appearance.

These words are obviously wrong, and any girl with a strong sense of justice will be angry because of this concept.

"Say whatever you want, although my words are not good, but this is the truth, but anything that is left is definitely problematic," Ron shrugged his shoulders helplessly, "If there is no suitable one, I would rather go alone." ”

"I kind of get it," Hermione sneered, "it seems that you are quite demanding, and want to invite the prettiest girl who is willing to accept you." ”

"Uh-yes, that's pretty much right." Ron said.

"Hehe, it's pretty beautiful." Hermione didn't speak again, she was afraid of hitting this guy, so she packed her things, pulled Clark and left.

In the days that followed, the Hogwarts students and students showed a desire to impress the guests of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang as if they were determined to bring out the best of the castle this Christmas.

The school was brightly lit up—

The handrails of the marble staircase are covered with icicles that never melt, and they are crystal clear and have a winter feel.

The twelve Christmas trees that are customary in the auditorium are adorned with all sorts of knick-knacks, from glittering holly to live golden owls chirping incessantly.

The armor along the hallways and at the corners of the stairs was enchanted, and whenever someone passed by, they sang Christmas carols.

But what's particularly funny is that because the armor only knows half of the lyrics, Filch the administrator has to drag Peeves out of the armor several times.

Because this troublemaker always likes to hide inside, whenever he gets to a place where the armor can't sing, he makes up some lyrics to fill in, which are very rough and ugly.

Unfortunately, Harry and Ron still didn't make much progress on inviting their dance partners.

He and Ron were in a hurry now, and after picking and choosing a few times, the girls knew that they were very demanding, and no one invited them now.

"Harry—we've got to grit our teeth."

On Friday, Ron said, listening to his tone as if they were planning to breach an impregnable fortress.

"When we get back to the common room tonight, we'll all have to find a dance partner — decided?"

Hermione, who was on the side, rolled her eyes, she had heard this several times, but every time it was critical, the two of them were intimidated.

"Maybe they need a little extra encouragement." Clark grinned into Hermione's ear, and as he spoke, he secretly cast a psychic hint at Harry and Ron.

The two of them suddenly seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, grabbed their schoolbags and separated.