They stayed by the Black Lagoon until the end of the dance.

Wait for the castle.

Ron had been waiting at the door of the auditorium, and Lavender yawned and leaned aside.

"Harry, Hermione, you're back." Ron muttered, "Where have you been?" ”

"Go out on a date." Harry replied succinctly, "Maybe the three aren't a good fit. ”

Ron was stunned for a moment, blushing and shaking his head: "That's not what I meant!" I don't have that idea either, it's just that you came back a little late and missed a lot of things. ”

He was about to continue.

The two men approached, and the light hit them in the face.

"What's going on with the two of you?" Ron was surprised, "Hermione, why are you so red, are you sick?" ”

Lavender immediately sobered up.

Ron looked at Harry and said in a more surprised tone: "And Harry, what's the matter with you, your lips are broken, who else can hurt"

Lavender stomped on Ron's foot, causing him to scream in pain.

"What do you do?" Ron was a little aggrieved.

"Tell me about the prom." Lavender poked him again, "Don't inquire if you shouldn't." ”

Ron limped behind Harry and walked up the grand staircase, "Harry, you're really missing a lot. ”

"Miss Delacour's dance partner was beaten and beaten on the ground."

Lavender continued: "It's his girlfriend, oh, I should say it's an ex-girlfriend." ”

"They had agreed to go to the ball together, but as soon as Fleur invited him, he immediately abandoned his girlfriend and, when drunk, shouted that it would be nice to have Miss Delacour his girlfriend, only to be heard by his ex-girlfriend."

"Professor Flitwick couldn't even convince him!"

"In the end, it was Professor McGonagall who stepped in and sent the boy to the school doctor's office."

Harry and Hermione exclaimed in unison.

Ron excitedly continued, "And Hagrid, did you meet Hagrid on a date outside?" ”

Harry shook his head.

He had noticed Hagrid and Maxim's breath, but he didn't bother anyone or himself, he didn't bring Hermione with him.

"That's a shame." Ron sighed, "Hagrid didn't know what was going on, so he came back crying, and drank a dozen barrels of wine in his arms, and the house-elves had to show up to bring it wine." ”

"When she got drunk, she hugged Professor Dumbledore and cried, and the weird sister couldn't stand it anymore, so she cast a silence spell on him, and it took several spells in a row to take effect."

Hermione was a little regretful: "Hagrid seems to have failed to confess?" ”

"Confession, what confession?" Lavender's eyes lit up.

Hermione looked at Harry.

Harry replied simply, "Can't you see that Hagrid is attracted to a lady?" Almost everyone in the school knows about it. ”

It's not that he doesn't want to hide it for Hagrid, it's just that Hagrid's performance is a little too pompous. In the Conservation of Magical Beasts class, Maxim's name would be mentioned more than a dozen times, and the rune horses would be praised vigorously, so that Thestrals who cooperated with him in class were very appreciative and coquettish to him - the act of throwing hooves and tearing people apart was really just a painless coquettish for Hagrid.

"Ms. Maxim?" Lavender was thoughtful, she was a little sluggish in that regard.

Ron thumped his hand: "I see! ”

"No wonder Professor McGonagall wasn't angry and was still there to comfort him."

Lavender shook his head, his face displeased: "He should pray to Lady Delacour first and then confess, and Miss Delacour is very angry tonight, her dance partner has made her disgraced, how can she give asylum." ”

Harry and Hermione stopped talking.

Ron sighed, "I don't think the baby should have that kind of function." ”

"It's just that they haven't found out yet!" Lavender pinched his waist and was right, "Miss Delacour has proven everything, Meiwa does have this ability!" ”

"Harry and Hermione were all made possible by her."

Harry's tone was calm: "That's Hermione's work. ”

Hermione blushed and took his hand.

Lavender was stunned for a moment, and counted with his fingers: "So I was able to invite success, also because I was Hermione's roommate, and I had already been tainted with Hermione's good luck?" ”

Ron covered his face.

I was just worried that I didn't have a dance partner, and if someone invited, I would definitely agree, and Lavender was not ugly, among the little witches, it was also an excellent one, but there might be some problems with the brain circuits.

She is a big believer in divination and is one of the few Hogwarts fans of Professor Trelawney.

They made it all the way back to their dormitory.

Hermione was reluctant to end the day until the flames in the fireplace had faded, and then she said goodbye to Harry and went back to bed.

The next day, she woke up early and waited for Harry to come back from his workout, and the two of them snuggled up by the fireplace to read.

Ron got up at noon and came over with his homework.

After writing for a while, he raised his head and looked resentful: "Why do I think something is so wrong." ”

"Delusion." Harry was succinct.

Hermione nodded in agreement: "Do your homework well, you haven't finished the paper in the last dueling class." ”

Ron bowed his head, wanting to cry without tears, angry and strong.

Wait until evening.

Harry sneaks out of the break room with Hermione and Ron to find an abandoned classroom.

He took off the Sorting Hat and set it aside.

He pulled the motorcycle out of his pocket of the Traceless Stretching Charm.

After preparing for so long, this mount is also in its final step.

The Sorting Hat excited, "Harry, is this day finally coming?" But please be gentle, I haven't experienced anything like this yet. ”

Harry's face was expressionless, and he slammed it down, "Does Godric know you're going to say something like that?" ”

Ron and Hermione were both at a loss.

The Sorting Hat smiled and propped himself up again, "Godric is like that, he doesn't even have Salazar serious. ”

Harry took out his wand and pointed at the Sorting Hat, "Don't move now. ”

The Sorting Hat is honest and has become like an ordinary hat, as a hat that has been instilled into the minds of the Big Four and has been functioning normally for thousands of years, it is a great magic item, and it is difficult for ordinary wizards to cast a spell on it.

Even Harry, in order to copy the idea of the Sorting Hat, consulted Godric and Dumbledore many times, and only after thoroughly understanding its construction did he dare to do so.

A flick of the wand.

A complex, ancient alchemy circle emerged, and the ancient runi script was densely packed, and Ron was a little dizzy just by looking at it.

Harry was careful not to break the layers of structure, and dug his wand deep into the core.

Drawing a memory, the wand was drawn, pulling out a small piece of silver filament.

He whispered a mantra.

One alchemy formation in the Sorting Hat worked, and it didn't take long for one filament to copy another and re-enter the core of the Sorting Hat - this was when Gryffindor told him that in order to prevent the Sorting Hat from being damaged, another hat needed to be replaced, and they had set up a spell that copied the mind.

It saved Harry a lot of time.

Thinking out, Harry carefully placed it in the bottle and placed it in Hermione's hand.

Then around his motorcycle, activating the alchemy arrays and spells, only the last core remained, and with a wave of his hand, Hermione handed over the bottle.

Harry cautiously poured his thoughts into the core.

An ancient vibe flows into the motorcycle.

"Alright." Harry whispered.

The Sorting Hat immediately opened his eyes and shook his body: "That's it?" I didn't feel anything, it was like being bitten by a mosquito. ”

As it spoke, it looked at the motorcycle: "This is my other body?" ”

"Do you want to try it?" Harry stretched out his hand and made an inviting gesture.

A breath flowed through time and space, pouring into the motorcycle.

There was a click, and the headlights flashed: "This perspective, oh, feels a little weird, a little too bright." ”

"You can try low beam." Harry stood in front of Hermione, "The high beam is a little glaring. ”

"You let me figure it out." The Sorting Hat is not yet well adapted to the new body.

After a while, there was a buzz—

The throttle was twisted, and it slammed into Ron.

Harry's eyes were quick, and with a wave of his wand, the Transfiguration Charm lifted it up.

Ron slammed against the wall, clutching his chest, and he was in a state of apprehension, "You can't do this!" I'm very good to you, and I usually help you take a bath. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm just a little uncomfortable." The Sorting Hat muttered, "Looks like twisting this is running forward." ”

"What about this?"

A button was pressed, and a crisp and loud flute sounded.

"Aha, it's so loud." The Sorting Hat was a little excited, "And what about this?" ”

Tick tock, right turn signal on.

"This kind of lamp? I don't think there's a light. The Sorting Hat muttered, "What's the use of that, it's not pretty." ”

Harry introduced, "That's the turn signal, a kind of traffic rule in the ordinary world, and you'll know when you have time to take you on a run." ”

The Sorting Hat nodded, and the headlights flickered, "Can you change this light to red?" The red ones will look better. ”

"I can't." Harry politely rebuffed it.

The Sorting Hat sighed, "Okay, so how do you turn off this light?" ”

"You try that button." Harry raised his hand in prompt.

With the flick of a button, the glare of the high beams turned into slightly softer low beams.

The Sorting Hat sighed, "It's a lot better, just like the sun."

Before it could finish its sentence, there was a thud and the door opened.

"Let me see which little wizard it is." Filch laughed wildly, and halfway through his words, he was stunned for a moment when he saw the people in the room, and a bunch of strange things, and stammered, "Oh, Mr. Potter, why are you?" ”

Ron subconsciously ducked to the side.

"Sorry to bother you." Harry was right, he didn't break the school rules at all, and he felt guilty for being caught on the spot, "Do a little experiment, and I'm going to use it with Mr. Dumbledore tomorrow." ”

"Mr. Dumbledore?" Filch nodded, his tone softened, "Then I won't bother you." ”

As he spoke, he closed the door and withdrew.

Harry patted the motorcycle lightly: "Wait until tomorrow to get acquainted with the new body, you are too easy to make a big fuss, Filch is good to deal with, in case you want to provoke the other professors, you will not be able to use this new body for a while." ”

The Sorting Hat muttered, "Alright, alright. ”

The breath flowed, and it returned to the hat.

"My new body is so handsome." As soon as it opened its eyes, it opened its mouth and praised it.

Harry was expressionless, put away his motorcycle, put his hat on, and was about to go back to the break room with Hermione and the others.

"Wait!" The Sorting Hat suddenly spoke, "Send me to the Headmaster's office, I'm going to show off to Godric." ”

"Tomorrow, you're going to come to the office tomorrow anyway."

Harry nodded in agreement and pulled out the Gryffindor sword before driving the Patronus to send the Sorting Hat away in the moonlight.

(End of chapter)