"The Santa Ball, a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament, is a night of comfort with our guests on Christmas Eve. The prom is only open to students from the fourth grade onwards. But if you want, you can invite a junior student."

"Commissioned by Headmaster Dumbledore, I will be in the Great Hall every Thursday afternoon to give basic instructions on dance etiquette, I don't want any of you to do anything detrimental to Hogwarts, so everyone is here"

"By the way, every warrior needs a companion, and the Christmas Ball is danced by warriors."

The last remark, Professor McGonagall was looking at Harry, well, this Transfiguration lesson was taught by Gryffindor and Hufflepuff together.

In just one noon, news of the Christmas ball was going to spread throughout Hogwarts.

Especially as a warrior, you need to be responsible for the dance, so almost all the age-appropriate and age-appropriate little witches have their eyes on Harry.

I hope to be his dance partner.

If it weren't for the girl's reserve, I'm afraid it would have robbed people.

As for why not Mr. Dursley? How dare you fight the 'Lioness of Gryffindor'?

Moreover, Mr. Dursley immediately extended an invitation to Miss Granger's ball in public, and the latter agreed.

As the days passed, the weather gradually turned colder, and I spent summer, autumn, and winter.

One by one, the little witches accepted the invitations, and everyone was preparing for the Christmas ball.

Aside from Dudley, who continued to study every day and consulted Professor Moody whenever he had time, he didn't even participate in Professor McGonagall's choreography, because there was one lying quietly in his life skills bar—Dance LV5.

As the day of the Christmas Ball approaches, many of the fourth-year wizards have invited their dance partners, and of course some of them are still alone.

Like what:

"Harry, have you figured out who you're going to invite?" Dudley asked during the morning exercise.

Harry shook his head and told him to invite a dance partner, he would rather go and fight the dragon.

"That one called Qiu Zhang is not suitable for you, you can consider changing it."

Maybe there were too many unlucky experiences before, which caused Qiu Zhang to hide far away when he saw Harry, even if Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were in class together, they hid in the farthest corner from Harry, and the fate of the two was basically gone.

In all fairness, Dudley thinks Pansy or Daphne are pretty good, the former has a slightly sunken face, but is generally a beauty, and the latter has a good look, and her figure is starting to take shape. Choosing her at least won't hurt the child.

"You have to hurry, there aren't many people left now." Ron nodded in agreement.

"You're still in the mood to talk about someone else, romantic." Draco gave him a blank look: "With Harry's fame, it's easy for him to find a dance partner, and you're the one who worries the most, you're not in a hurry at all?" ”

Ron glared at him in disbelief, "Didn't you invite a dance partner too?" ”

"I've let you down, Rorschach. I found the right dance partner a week ago. ”

Ron was curious.

"Who?"

"Astoria Greengrass, one year younger than us, is a very sweet girl."

When Draco mentioned Astoria, the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose slightly.

"I'll tell you one more thing, Neville has also found his dance partner, a new member of the disciplinary team not long ago, Miss Luna Lovegood."

"Oh, I'll just say that the two of them are often mysteriously together."

Ron was unconsciously gossiping as if it had nothing to do with him.

Draco glared at the unconscious Mr. Ronald with some hatred.

"Even Crabbe and Goyle found a dance partner yesterday."

“！！！”

At this time, Ron finally reacted, his face finally showed a surprised expression, and quickly grabbed Draco's shoulder, just when Draco thought that he had finally opened his mind to find a dance partner, he heard Ron say maliciously.

"Tell me, are they two chubby chicks who have a crush on the two of them? Does Hogwarts have that tonnage of witches? ”

“.”

It's hopeless, I'm tired, what's wrong with love.

——————

At night, near the Forbidden Forest.

"Harry, Dursley, you've learned a lot of dark spells from me during this time, and you've been able to master the Fire Charm freely."

Since the day they learned the Fire Charm, the two of them have often come to Moody's to make up for lessons.

It stands to reason that normal wizards can't do it in three or five years if they want to master the fire, but the two of them not only did it in half a year, but they also almost emptied Moody's stored magical knowledge.

The pace of learning is unbelievably fast, especially Dudley. If Harry's progress is still visible to the naked eye, then even Moody's can't see how far Dudley has reached now. Especially after knowing the result of Dudley's first game, Moody unconsciously became a little jealous of Dudley.

"I don't have anything to teach you anymore." Moody said as he took another sip of the kettle around his waist, "The rest of the time, as long as you digest that knowledge, you can become a good Auror." ”

Speaking of which, Moody was also a little depressed, many of the knowledge he taught was something he had spent a lot of effort to learn from that person, and now it was taught to the two of them so easily, which was more or less unbalanced.

Mainly the guy named Dursley, many of the questions are too tricky, and he can always ask the point, and he has the posture of not giving up without hollowing himself out.

But it's one thing to know it, it's another thing to master it thoroughly, and a lot of knowledge is something that I haven't realized until now.

"Professor Moody, you really have nothing more to teach us?"

Dudley spoke suddenly, as if to make sure Moody wasn't lying to him, when in fact he was looking at Moody with a strange gaze that seemed to hide something else.

Harry, who grew up with Dudley and knew him very well, reacted with this tone and demeanor. This is a prelude to Brother D's plan to attack others.

It's just that he neither asked nor spoke, and chose to remain silent.

"Yes, you have learned all the spells I know."

Moody didn't notice the strange gaze, he just wanted to end this kind of teaching as soon as possible, and was slightly impatient with Dudley's repeated confirmations.

"Even if it's the three unforgivable spells, you've written them down."

"I have nothing left to teach you."

Moody's tone was like that of a master who taught his disciples all the knowledge.

"No, no, no, you have one last thing to teach us."

Dudley looked at Moody slowly.

"What?"

"Actual combat."

(End of chapter)