This adds another layer of mystery to Fleur.

Even Hagrid couldn't hold back, flipping through books, sometimes asking Fleur for advice, and even planning to visit Newt Scamander, the legendary Master of Fantastic Beasts, at Christmas.

Christmas is coming.

Krum dances with a Slytherin senior wizard, but Fleur is still struggling to find a suitable dance partner, and she is a little self-defeating, wondering if she should simply become a dance partner with Hagrid.

Thursday, December 22.

As soon as Harry got up, the breath wrapped around his wrist tickled, reminding him that the date was near.

Scratched every half hour, restless.

Harry ignored him, trained and attended classes in a step-by-step manner, and was locked up by the professor at night before putting on his sorting hat and heading to the headmaster's office.

In the Living Point map, Dumbledore's footsteps are restless.

Giving the command, Harry pushed the door open and walked in.

"Harry? It's not Monday, and it's late. Dumbledore said in a surprised tone, "And if you're worried about the ball, if you're afraid that you won't be able to dance, you should go to Professor McGonagall to make up for it." ”

Almost as soon as he caught Dumbledore's breath, the magic wrapped around Harry's wrist dissipated.

"Huh?" Dumbledore was startled, he reacted greatly, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle for a moment, and he looked at Harry's wrist.

"What's wrong?" Harry's face didn't change and asked.

Dumbledore shook his head hesitantly, looked at it repeatedly, and confirmed it repeatedly: "Delusion, I seem to have misunderstood something just now." ”

Harry nodded and sat down familiarly, "I came to you for something to say." ”

"What's the matter?" Dumbledore nodded, sat down across from him, and with a wave of his wand, a glass of milk, appeared in front of him.

Harry picked up his cup and took a sip, "Recently I asked Skeeter to help me gather information and possibly find the location of a Horcrux. ”

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and his tone was a little questioning: "Rita Skeeter? ”

Harry nodded.

"How can you talk about her?" Dumbledore was surprised, "She doesn't look like some righteous person. ”

"I just told her about Senior Tom's love of drilling in the bathroom when he was in school." Harry was expressionless, "It's just a little thing, I thought she'd like it, it's a gimmick after all, but she seems to be scared." ”

Dumbledore opened his mouth, but stopped talking, and finally let out a long sigh, "Poor Skeeter." ”

"What did she find?"

Harry nodded, "Senior Tom's mother is from the Gaunt family. ”

"I wonder maybe there's some clue in the old Gaunt house, in Little Hanglestonshire."

He paused as he spoke: "I also made her pay attention to the tragedy of the Lower Gunter family that year, and I suspect that it has something to do with Senior Tom." ”

"You and I went together." Dumbledore nodded, "I'm suspicious of this too, it's just that I'm a little busy today, so I was going to go and have a look, so you came over." ”

Harry's eyes were deep.

He thought of the words in the letter, "Go to Albus on Thursday night and tell him that you are going to go with him," a prophecy that could not be more accurate.

How can prophecy do this?

"I'll go with you." He spoke slowly, in a firm tone.

Since the first prophecy hit, the rest of the matter should be treated more carefully.

"You've got class tomorrow." Dumbledore shook his head, "And Tom may have laid some things up there."

Harry interrupted him, "You think I'm going to hold you back?" ”

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and shook his head slightly: "Of course not, but maybe I can come back tonight, maybe it will be a long time, I don't want you to miss the Ball, it will be a very memorable day for you and Miss Granger." ”

Harry looked at him, "How many days can we go later?" ”

"It's just a few days, and there's no hurry."

Dumbledore whispered, "You're not so fond of 'causing trouble'. ”

Expressionless, Harry raised his hand and ruffled his hair, "I don't think I'm causing trouble. ”

"I can occasionally feel the scar heating up during this time, but it is very weak, and the brain occlusion surgery is very useful, it protects my brain, but if the trouble is not eradicated, it is always difficult to make me feel at ease."

"Is there a way to solve the Horcrux trouble?"

Dumbledore sighed, not speaking, but attitude spoke for itself.

Horcruxes were extremely advanced black magic, a field he had never set foot in, not to mention that for more than a decade, Horcruxes had almost merged with Harry's soul, and Occlumency was the only way he could come up with it for the time being.

"If I had found out earlier fourteen years ago, maybe I would have solved it." Dumbledore spoke in shame.

Harry shook his head, his voice firm: "There is no benefit in dwelling in the past, we have to find a way to solve it now." ”

"If the Gaunt Mansion had Voldemort's Horcruxes, it would be a good opportunity for us to learn something from it."

Dumbledore thought and nodded slowly, "Then after the prom, December 27th, you should have a day to date Miss Granger." ”

Harry paused, "Professor Dumbledore, you can help me. ”

"I'm just a bad old man, how can I help you?" Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

"Tell me about you and your old lover?" Harry naturally asked, "Maybe it can give me some inspiration and experience?" ”

Dumbledore paused, and his smile gradually retracted: "Harry, maybe, maybe one day I will tell you these things slowly, but not now, I am not ready." ”

Harry drank the milk from his cup, "That old lover of yours seems to be a soothsayer?" Is he awesome, and how is Professor Beatry Lawney? ”

Dumbledore didn't pay attention to Harry's use of personal pronouns, he nodded his head, a little reminiscing: "He's very powerful, Sybil can open the heavens, but she can only meet certain conditions under certain circumstances, and fate will favor her once, and the prophecy will be said through her mouth." ”

"But he."

"He can almost be said to be the spokesman of fate, and he himself has a pair of heavenly eyes that can capture the traces of fate."

Harry was expressionless and nodded, "It's really him." ”

Dumbledore was stunned.

"When you were younger, you were much more wonderful than I thought." Harry put the glass down.

Dumbledore nodded, "yes, it's wonderful." ”

"And we'll see you on the twenty-seventh?" Harry stood up to say goodbye to him.

Dumbledore waved at him, "Harry, you've got to leave me an old man with some thoughts. ”

Harry didn't speak, and Fawkes grunted and flew over Harry's head and crouched down.

The Sorting Hat translated for it: "Fawkes asks when you're going to make another deal, and there's not much left of its rations." ”

"That's ten pounds!" Harry accentuated.

Fawkes tilted his head, embarrassed to snort.

"It's so delicious, I can't control my mouth." The Sorting Hat continues to translate.

Harry plucked Fawkes off and stuffed it back into its nest, looking at Dumbledore with a blank expression: "Professor, you can't be too presumptuous with yourself, and you can't be too presumptuous with your Phoenix, ten pounds, that's a full ten pounds." ”

"It's only been a month."

Before the first round, they had made a trade, the materials were still lying in the Sorting Hat, and Harry was going to wait until after Christmas to work on new potions with Professor Snape.

There weren't a lot of materials, and he had been planning to save a little money.

Now it seems that it is not needed.

Dumbledore muttered, and Fawkes cried out aggrievedly.

"After Christmas, you'll have to give Aunt Petunia some time off." Without the Sorting Hat's translation, Harry understood what it was trying to say, and raised his hand to touch its head, "Rations don't come out of nowhere. ”

Fox sighed.

On December 25th, in anticipation of all the little wizards, Christmas finally arrived.

The snow was so heavy that the whole castle was wrapped in a vast expanse of white.

The three schools had a friendly match before the second round, and the young wizards who had not become warriors were preparing for a snowball fight.

Harry changed into his gold-and-red tuxedo and put the stag brooch on.

George and Fred were cautious, casting a beauty spell on him and straightening his hair, originally they wanted to hide the scars, but a few senior witches chattered and made suggestions, thinking that there was no need for this.

Harry's scars weren't terrible, and they added a wild charm to him that ordinary wizards couldn't have, not even Krum.

By the time Harry was fiddling with a dozen people, he was finally dressed up.

Ron poked his head and looked around the common room, the missing figure hadn't yet appeared: "What's the matter with Hermione, how she's as slow as Ginny, she wasn't like that before." ”

"Girls need to dress up." Lavender nudged Ron lightly, "And Hermione is different, she is also the dance partner of the Warriors, so naturally she should be more cautious." ”

"Trust me, I'm going to surprise you boys."

They were clamoring and shouting.

There was a sound of footsteps on the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory.

Harry looked up, and the others followed.

Hermione Granger stepped out of it, she was wearing light makeup, Fleur was slightly embellished like water, her hair was pulled up, held in place with a crystal crown-style hairpin, and she was wearing a light purple robe, smooth like water, and as she walked, it overflowed with faint starlight ripples.

The waist is straightened, dark circles under the eyes are removed, and the skin that has been a little dull due to staying up late has become smooth and delicate.

"Hermione?" George exclaimed.

Hermione nodded slightly, "It's me." ”

Fred pinched his brother's face: "Oh my God, I can't believe that you changed enough when school started, but today."

Lavender was right, walked over, and took Hermione's hand: "Of course, Hermione is the heroine today, and she should be like this." ”

Hermione was wearing high heels, she was not used to it, and with the help of Lavender, she walked cautiously until she reached Harry's side, Lavender took Hermione's hand and handed it to Harry: "Mr. Potter, Miss Granger belongs to you today, treat her well." ”

"Of course, that's my responsibility." Harry solemnly took Hermione's hand and asked her to hold herself.

They left the break room.

Along the way, Harry and Hermione caught almost everyone's attention.

Whether it is the identity of the warriors or their dress, they are like the bright moon in the vast stars.

At the entrance of the auditorium, many people gathered.

Krum and his dance partner didn't seem to know each other well, and the two of them stood restrained, Fleur holding an unknown, fairly handsome boy in his arms, who was agitated, red, and trembling slightly, and in the crowd, there was a resentful gaze fixed on him.

Malfoy stood alone, with no dance partner.

He wears a dark green tuxedo and wears a "Draconia" star brooch on his chest, proudly holding his chest up, standing straight but elegant.

Dumbledore was nowhere to be seen, nor was Maxim's striking size, but Karkaroff was easily recognizable, he was conspicuous.

He was the only one of them who was dressed in tatters.

The tuxedo was full of cat bite marks, owl claw marks, and even hairspray-smeared hair, and there was a faint smell of poultry droppings—none other than Hedwig, Bowes, and their little friends.

Crook Hill is smart.

It does not choose to harass every day, but at the most critical time, to deliver the most fatal blow.

Professor McGonagall stood at the front of the auditorium and waved at Harry, "Warriors, come to me. ”

They walked over and stood according to their grades.

McGonagall smiled, looked at Harry, looked at Hermione, and her eyes were full of satisfaction, "You should dress up more, don't just study all day." ”