"Do you need to ask?" Without hesitation, Louis replied, "Of course I went to the ball with Catherine, she is the woman I love the most." ”

Catherine, who was quietly behind Louis, smiled sweetly when she heard this.

Louis knew that Catherine was right behind him, of course, but even if he didn't, he would have chosen it that way.

It is true that the palms and backs of his hands are full of meat, but it is obvious that Catherine is the palm of his hand, and the meat is thicker.

As a result, Louis felt his back soften, a touch of incense reached his nostrils, and then his face became warm.

Catherine gives him a big chirp.

"Ah, little moon." Louis pretended to have just spotted Catherine, and pretended to be surprised, "Didn't you go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, why are you here?" ”

"Class ended early, and Aunt Emma told us in class about the prom, and specially asked me to come over and watch you." Catherine said this, but looked at Louis with satisfaction in her eyes, "I am very happy, I know that my fawn will take me to heart." ”

"You're the one I love the most." Louis smiled.

Harry covered his face and made a toothache pose.

"What, do you have an opinion?" Catherine snorted.

"I have a toothache ......," Harry said in a sinister voice.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have to worry about toothaches." "I hope you'll understand that as a Hogwarts Warrior, it's extremely embarrassing not to have a dance partner - and you don't want to be laughed at, Harry?" ”

Harry's mouth opened wide, as if he had thought of the misery of being alone at the ball.

"Don't listen to him, Harry." Hermione and Ron walked over and stood up to Harry's side, one on the other and on the right, as if they were two generals, "You're the hardcore ruthless man who defeated the Hungarian Tree Hornet, believe it or not, those girls will be lining up to dance with you!" ”

"Does he have the courage to accept it?" Catherine sneered.

As Ron had judged, the next day, a Hufflepuff third-year girl volunteered to invite Harry to the ball. But Harry was a little too surprised—he had never even spoken to the girl, and he was willing to swear he was too surprised to subconsciously decline her invitation.

But Harry apparently didn't realize how much damage his actions had caused to the third-year kid, and the girl looked hurt and ran away crying.

It wasn't just this girl, but a second-year girl and a fifth-year girl all came over and invited him, but Harry refused. The main thing was that the second-year girl was so young that Harry felt a little overwhelmed; The fifth-year girls were so tall that Harry always felt like he was not facing a girl, but Hagrid.

Yes, this girl is as big as Hagrid......

"She's pretty good-looking." Ron said objectively and impartially after laughing enough.

"She's a foot taller than me!" Harry was shocked, "Oh my God, I even thought I was facing Hagrid, I ...... my mother."

"It seems that you don't know the benefits of Mrs. Eight Feet." Louis commented pertinently, "Actually, it's better to be older, but I don't know how good the royal sister is when I'm young, and I mistake the girl for a treasure......"

"What's Mrs. Eight Feet?" Draco asked in a low voice from behind, Professor Binns still chanting above it.

Louis gave them a bit of science, and Draco smacked his lips, saying that it wasn't too bad.

I didn't think you were such a Draco.

"Hey, I said you guys, can you respect Professor Binns?" Hermione turned her head and glared at the bad students in the class, and roared like a lion, "Don't go too far! Don't talk to each other during class. ”

"Who are you?" Draco looked at Harry with a look of annoyance, "Are you Professor Granger, my God, why should we listen to you?" ”

"It's not that we don't listen to the lectures, but you can listen to what Professor Binns is talking about now?" Lewis gestured to Professor Binns on the podium.

Well, this lesson was supposed to talk about the Middle Ages, but now Professor Binns is talking about the donkey's lips and the horse's mouth, and he actually starts to talk about the history of World War II.

You say you're a student of the history of magic, what kind of Muggle history of World War II are you talking about?

The students in the class did not feel that there was anything confused, this was Professor Binns's daily operation, it seems that Professor Binns must have read the history of World War II the night before, otherwise he would not be so engrossed.

Of course, Professor Binns's class is the most popular among the students, after all, in his class, everyone can do something else without being deducted points by the professor.

In fact, there was no chance of extra points in Professor Binns's class, and this ghost professor obviously belonged to the triad, even if he was as smart as Hermione.

What's more, there are actually a few Gryffindor bold classmates, such as Seamus over there, who are playing wizard chess with the people next to him. The Slytherin classmates were even more excessive, and there were even two girls happily playing sweaters underneath.

Well, you read that right, they're playing sweaters.

You see, a Slytherin girl has such a quiet hobby, and ordinary people can't learn it.

In Snape's class, he was not so lucky, and Professor Snape's eyes were like falcons looking for prey, staring at the students present.

The students in the Potions class were afraid to come out, and sat there with their eyes and noses and noses, waiting for Snape's venom to spew.

Snape's gloomy gaze wandered over his classmates and he announced something that everyone hated—he would have his final exam in the last class of the semester.

When he announced, the atmosphere of the whole class instantly froze, and the students dared not speak out in anger about this lack of morality and smoke.

"It's too bad, I'm going to fight with my fists." Louis at home complained to Catherine.

Catherine sighed: "Do you think it's only you who are miserable?" Professor Snape asked us to write two additional papers before the final exam...... Oh my God, I don't know what to do......"

"That's easy to say." Louis smiled, "You can ask Patchouli to help, she's idle in the library every day, maybe she can help you write a paper?" ”

Of course, Patchouli had no objection: "Mu Q, of course, I can help you write two papers when I am idle in the library, I have also been involved in potions in the wizarding world recently, and it should not be a problem to write a paper." ”

"Really?" Catherine was immediately happy, but she suddenly remembered what Patchouli had just said, 'I have been dabbling in lately', and asked hesitantly, "Then you ...... potions?"

The latter words were not spoken, but the general meaning was that they couldn't trust Patchouli.

Pache knew what Catherine meant, of course, and she smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I've just memorized all the books on Potions......"

Listen, is this human talk?

It is worthy of being a big library that does not move, and it is talented in reading.

It's a shame not to do the questions.

"Are you stuck in the library every day?" Catherine asked curiously, "I think you should go out for a walk and exercise, your body is too weak." ”

"I'm used to it, M-Q." Pache sighed, "The body of the magicians is like this, I've been used to it for so many years. ”

"It's distressing." "It's a vicious circle, the more you don't exercise, the worse your body becomes, and then the less you want to exercise, forming a closed loop that belongs to the ...... Of course, you'd better stay at home a little bit now, and ask Chromie if there's any good way to heal your weak body when she comes......

"I'm out of hope...... Paciouli smiled and didn't continue talking.

The next day, when I studied on my own, I already had a clear sense of urgency. On the one hand, it was because of Professor Snape's lack of behavior, and on the other hand, because the boys who did not have a dance partner were starting to get anxious.

Why aren't girls, you ask? No kidding, girls are a scarce resource.

Louis was idle, so he also went to the auditorium to study and kill time, and when he saw Harry who was writing something, he leaned over and asked in a low voice, "How about Harry, have you solved the puzzle?" ”

"Nope." Harry shook his head and sighed, "The golden egg, the screeching sound that came when it was broken...... It just makes my scalp tingle, have you found a way? Louis? ”

"Not either." Louis shook his head, "There's a bigger and more pressing question than this one – have you found a dance partner?" ”

Harry let out another long sigh, "No...... It's so hard, I always feel like ...... Alas, there are quite a few people looking for me, but I really think there are fewer people who want to go with her......"

"Did you ask my sister?" Louis was happy, "Yin Lizabeth doesn't seem to have a dance partner, she really wants to find someone to participate." ”

"Elizabeth Yin?" Harry actually thought about it carefully, and immediately shook his head and said no: "Forget it, she's too young......"

"You're picky, and you want to go to the ball, and I'm embarrassed." Louis spread his hands and said that Harry could not be saved, "I have already found you the opportunity, it is up to you to grasp it." ”

With that, Louis found a place to sit down casually, opened his notes and began to write a plan.

Fred, who was sitting across from Harry, pulled out a paper ball and looked up at Snape, seeing that Snape's attention was on Ravenclaw's side, so he hit Harry with the paper ball.

“？” Harry had a puzzled expression, he didn't dare speak loudly - Snape was full of stubble on him, and he was worried that there was no reason to get him, so he didn't dare to hit the muzzle of the gun.

Fred held out his hand and gestured, "I suggest you hurry up and find a dance partner." Speaking of which, he made a dance move, "If you don't look for it, the good girls will be picked out......"

"Why didn't you look for it?" Harry lip-wipped that since he was facing away from Snape, Snape couldn't see what was on his mouth.

"Look, learn." Fred said with his lips, pointing at himself, tore off a note, and smashed Angelina diagonally across from him.

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Angelina looked at him suspiciously and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" ”

"Would you like to come to the prom with me?" Fred strikes for the prom and invites Angelina.

"Absolutely." Angelina nodded and accepted it, she actually liked Fred quite a bit.

According to the grapevine, Angelina has not agreed to other people's invitations, just waiting for Fred to send her an invitation.

"Did you learn?" Fred turned his head to look at Harry with a smug expression.

Harry gave him a blank look and didn't speak, this kind of current charge is really locomotive.

"I think you should really think about it, Harry." Hermione whispered, "I still have something to do, so I'll go first, you see who is suitable first, and if you're embarrassed, I can help you invite her......"

With that, Hermione turned and left the auditorium.

"I think what Hermione said makes a lot of sense, you can try." Ron whispered to Harry.

"Huh? How to try? Harry was still very entangled, "It's better to invite yourself for this kind of thing, let her figure out what's going on......"

It's okay, Harry is a bit of a man, but only a little.

Snape, who had been paying attention to this side for a long time, saw the small movements of the two of them, and floated over like a ghost, standing behind Harry and Ron, holding a book in his hand dignifiedly, covering his face.

"You're right, it's better to do this kind of thing yourself, otherwise you'll look like a coward." Ron agreed with Harry.

But as soon as the words fell, Snape's notebook carried the wind, giving them both a loving slap on the head.

"Ponte." Snape opened his mouth and said in a non-yin voice, "I think you should know that it's study time, and if you want to talk to Wes in person, you might be able to wait until the evening to come to the Potions office to work on the materials, I think you'll have a lot to say by then." ”

Harry didn't squeak, he didn't dare to squeak, he knew that if he talked back to Snape at this time, then Snape would definitely greet him with ten hundred words.

When Snape was gone, Harry whispered, "Let's talk about it when we get back, but don't let Professor Snape get the hang of it." ”

"Hmm." Ron snorted, but still couldn't resist the urge to complain, "I think Snape is definitely targeting you...... I don't think he would have begged you to die when you faced the dragon, but he would have wondered why the dragon didn't spit out a mouthful of fire to you......"

Snape saw the two men talking to each other again, and he rolled up the sleeves of his black robe and walked over to this side, looking like a Wing Chun starter.

"It's been four years, and I'm used to it." Harry looked flat, "He's not just targeting me, he's targeting the whole of Gryffindor......"

"But he's clearly 'preferred' more of you, Harry......"

Ron was halfway through his sentence when Snape reached out and pressed his hands his and Harry's heads, both of which slammed against the table with a dull thud.