Almost at the moment when Professor McGonagall's words landed.

Hermione was keenly aware of a few imminent glances, and she looked back.

There are little witches in the same house, there are also little witches of Ravenclaw, and there is even a little witch of Ravenclaw, who is eager to try.

She can understand girls.

What a boy is having fun with!

Professor McGonagall clapped her hand, "That's it, I hope everyone is ready to have a good Christmas Eve." ”

The little wizards were packing their things, chattering, and discussing excitedly.

Naturally, the center of their conversation was Harry, as well as Beauxbatons' Fleur Delacul, a Hogwarts Warrior and a once-in-a-century beauty warrior in the Daily Prophet.

Although the Goblet of Fire was suspended a century ago.

They packed up their things and headed to the next class.

Hermione was a little absent-minded, reminded by Harry, and remembered that she had to use the time turner, and that there was another class waiting for her, and turned around and walked in, not long before she came out with a red face.

As soon as she approached, she heard Ron complaining, "Harry, you don't have to think about it, but who should I invite?" ”

The red-haired little boy crossed his fingers and meditated.

He pondered the opposite sex with whom he got along.

Hermione didn't have to think about it, outside of his answer, but except for her, Ron counted it.

The opposite sex that he communicated with the most was Hedwig, followed by the female house-elf in the kitchen, and then the female fried tail snail in Hagrid's class.

This result made him stunned, and he stood in a daze, incredible.

What have you done in the past three and a half years in school?

They are all friends, Harry and Hermione are both successful in their studies and careers, but what about themselves? Academics are barely a bit of an achievement, and the weight gain is excellent, or even too good, and the rest is nothing.

"I can't invite Hedwig." Ron wailed, "She's just an owl. ”

"You can invite Ginny." Hermione advised.

Ron was stunned: "Ginny? ”

Oh yes, I almost forgot about her, this sister is also one of the few people of the opposite sex who has a lot of contacts, and she can barely make a tie with the female fried tail snail.

"But she's just my sister." Ron frowned, "Mom knows she's going to kill me." ”

Hermione rolled her eyes: "You're thinking about something, just asking her to be your dance partner, Ginny is only in the third grade, she's not old enough to go to the prom, someone has to invite her." ”

Ron's eyes lit up, "Hermione, you're such a genius! ”

"I don't have to find a dance partner, and Ginny can be involved."

He was completely relieved, and became as heartless as ever.

Today was the day Harry had been the most interacting with people since he started school - from the end of the Transfiguration class to the time he returned from the conservatory to the auditorium, at least twenty people invited Harry to be his dance partner.

Quite a few of them are wizards.

Let Haricher thoroughly feel the social atmosphere of Great Britain.

None of them agreed, and Hermione used the simplest tactic of all—letting Ron go, and he was so good now that even the average sixth-year wizard was no match for him.

Until dinner.

Harry's cold and ruthless refusal again and again, and the increasingly cold air pressure that swirled over Harry and Hermione, made those who had a little fever in their heads after hearing the Yule Ball, finally cool down and stopped bothering them.

Ginny and her little sisters laughed and talked.

Ron held the lamb chops in one hand and asked his sister, "Ginny, how about being my dance partner at the Santa Ball, I'll show you there."

"I'm sorry, I've already agreed to someone's invitation." Ginny politely refused.

Ron was stunned, and the lamb chops were handed into his mouth, and he forgot to bite into them.

He looked at Ginny in surprise, took the food away for the first time, and his expression became serious: "Someone else invited you?" ”

He clearly recognized one thing—there might be a little pig who had made up his mind about his sister and wanted to arch this watery cabbage.

"Please, Ron." Ginny raised her voice and rubbed her face, "I'm worse than Miss Granger, but I'm supposed to be pretty too?" There are so many people who invite me, more than you think. ”

She spoke, looking at Hermione with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

Last year, she was able to say that she was slightly better than Hermione in terms of her brains.

But this year, she has cleaned her teeth and taken care of her hair, but with such a slight adjustment, she immediately became better looking than herself.

Hold back your last bit of hope.

Prince Charming was abducted by another princess.

"Who is it?" Ron grimaced, "Which guy?" ”

Neville, who was sitting next to Ron, shook slightly.

Ginny calmly reported her name, "It's Neville, didn't he tell you?" ”

Neville?

Not only Ron, but also Seamus and Thomas, and George and Fred, who also looked serious in the distance, looked at Neville in surprise.

"How could I promise you?" A sixth-year Gryffindor blurted out, "She didn't have a dance partner when I invited Ginny." ”

George immediately turned his head and looked sharp: "Kenneth, you want to attack my sister too?" ”

"You bastard, she's only in the third grade!" Fred gritted his teeth and pulled a small firework out of his pocket.

Kenneth's face immediately turned panicked: "No, Fred, my dear, you can't do this, I'm just"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was pressed to the table by the two brothers, and the Transfiguration made the cup a strong shackle and tied him up. Fred stuck a firework in his thighs, a wand clicked, the fuse lit, and with a bang, it flew out of his thighs.

The thrust made Kenneth howl with a "whoop".

Immediately after, the fireworks exploded, almost simultaneously imprinting the expression of Kenneth's distorted face.

Neville shuddered, and he looked cautiously at Ron.

"You bastard, she's only in the third grade!" Ron gritted his teeth.

Neville whispered, "I'm only in the fourth grade, too." ”

They can barely be counted as peers.

Ron was stunned and clenched his fists, yes. Neville was only a year older than Ginny, so he couldn't pick on his thorns in terms of age!

He struggled for a moment, and his tone became more serious: "When did you have an idea for Ginny?" ”

Neville squirmed, "When Professor McGonagall said to invite a dance partner, I thought of Ginny."

"No, that's not what I'm talking about." Ron interrupted him, reached out and pressed his shoulder, exerting a slight force, "When did you have thoughts about Ginny, you should know what I mean." ”

Ginny sighed helplessly: "Brother Ron, you can't intimidate him like this. ”

"He's not your boyfriend yet, so you're in a hurry to help him talk?" Ron turned around and whispered at Ginny in the tone of a brother.

But when he said that, he froze, and looked at Neville and then at Ginny, and his eyes gradually became incredible.

George and Fred also pause the fireworks and focus intently on their sister.

Ginny's cheeks turned red and she shook her head: "Of course not!" What are you guys thinking? ”

Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

"Eat first." Neville handed over the lamb chops on his plate, which hadn't moved a bite.

"Mr. Longbottom, we're going to have a good talk tonight." Ron took it and nodded, his face still serious.

George and Fred also walked over: "And us, Mr. Longbottom. ”

The three "Mr. Longbottom" made Neville's face turn a little pale.

By the time they were done, Ron and his two older brothers were still talking about what to do with "Mr. Longbottom" at night, whether it would sink into the Black Lake, hang on to the Gryffindor Tower, or whatever.

Harry and Hermione made their way back to the common room.

Under the grand staircase.

Fleur stood there, a gentle smile on her face, one after the other refusing the long queue of inviters in front of her, men, women, and even ghosts.

Her eyes weren't on the group of invitees, but on the entrance to the auditorium.

Seeing Harry come out, she immediately walked over.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter." Fleur greets gently.

Harry nodded.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Fleur asked, blinking in anticipation.

Harry looked at her, thoughtful.

Hermione chuckled inwardly.

After a few moments, he spoke, "The wound near your ear is not healed, go find Madam Pomfrey, or you may have a scar." ”

This sentence frightened Fleur into discoloration, and she hurriedly raised her hand to cover her right ear.

"The one on the left." Harry kindly reminded her.

Fleur hurriedly changed hands.

Harry prepared to get around her.

Fleur shouted at him again, "Mr. Potter, it's not about that. ”

Harry looked at her quizzically.

"It's a matter of the Ball, though it should be you, the boy, who should have invited me." Fleur covered her ears, shook her head and smiled, "But why can't girls take the initiative?" How about being my Christmas companion? ”

She didn't use the word "dance partner", but the more ambiguous word "partner".

Make Hermione gnash her teeth.

"No, I refuse." Harry was crisp and decisive without the slightest hesitation, there was no denying that Fleur was indeed beautiful, but she was not suitable for herself.

"Why?" Fleur raised her head haughtily, "Could it be that Hogwarts can find a better woman than me?" ”

"Looks, or abilities?"

Harry was about to speak.

Fleur continued: "And Mr. Potter, you don't have a female companion yet? I sincerely advise you to think about me. ”

"You've never been on my radar." Harry was expressionless.

"So Miss Granger is on your radar?" Fleur turned her head to look at Hermione, her expression thoughtful.

Before Harry could speak.

Hermione took a step ahead, staring at Fleur in a tone that wasn't as harsh as before, "Miss Delacour, you seem to be a little too aggressive. ”

"I'm helping Mr. Potter make a better choice." Fleur looked at her and smiled.

Hermione clenched her fists, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Fleur's previous sentence "But why can't girls take the initiative?" It was swirling in her head, getting bigger and bigger, almost filling her brain.

(End of chapter)