Knowing where Voldemort was hiding, Dudley and the others had no intention of looking for him.

Because that doesn't make sense.

Even if this lingering Voldemort is killed, it won't be long before another new one emerges. This is the characteristic of the Horcrux, as long as there is a Horcrux, the owner of the Horcrux can be constantly reborn infinitely through the Horcrux.

It doesn't make much sense to simply kill Voldemort.

It's cool though.

Moody followed the plan set by the group and played himself, except that the person who was imprisoned in the box was replaced by Barty Jr.

The weather is getting colder by the day, and Christmas Eve is getting closer.

Eventually, Harry approached Akihari and asked her to be his dance partner.

When Qiu Zhang saw Harry, his whole body was tense, for fear that something strange would appear.

Luckily, nothing happened until Harry left.

As for the matter of the dance partner, it was rejected without surprise.

Ron knew about this and wanted to comfort Harry, but the latter didn't care, he just invited Akihari to have no regrets, no matter what the outcome was, he would not regret it.

Don't underestimate how popular Harry is at Hogwarts.

In just one week, Harry had turned down at least twenty young witches in a row who had offered to invite to the ball.

And Ron, not to mention being invited by the little witch, has invited others to the ball zero times.

Although the process is different, the result is the same, and neither currently has a dance partner.

"Can't we two go up and dance, can we?"

Faced with Ron's proposal, Harry refused, both mentally and physically.

"Ron, men can't, at least shouldn't"

Ron's gaze crossed Harry and landed on the side of the Gryffindor common room.

"Hey, Lavender."

Ron suddenly shouted at the position.

Lavender Brown, a cheerful Gryffindor girl who likes divination lessons, was chatting with her friend Parvati Patil by the fire when she heard Ron's shout and looked over to her.

"What happened?" Lavender replied loudly.

"Would you like to come with me to the prom?"

"Good!"

Dumbfounded as the two men talked, Harry's mind was full of question marks.

So Ron found a dance partner. Harry was left alone without a dance partner.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?"

Just as Harry lamented that his friend was not righteous enough, a crisp voice sounded behind him.

Looking up, the Weasleys were greeted by the bright red hair that was characteristic of the Weasleys, and a pair of large, watery eyes staring at him with concern under the delicate features of his face (at least Harry thought) - this was Ron's sister Ginny.

"I'm worried about not being able to find a dance partner for the ball."

Harry sighed, telling the truth.

On the other side, Ginny seemed to have mustered up the courage to make a small mosquito-like voice at Harry, "Then do you want to invite me along?" ”

Looking at the sparse freckles on the other party's face due to shyness, Harry suddenly felt an urge to invite the other party: "Is it okay?" I mean, you don't mind if I invited you because I couldn't find a dance partner? ”

Hearing that it was not a refusal, Ginny smiled happily.

"Of course not, I've heard that Harry, you've turned down twenty pretty girls in one week."

"Hey, hey, hey"

The 'boy who never dies' also found a dance partner inexplicably.

I hope Ron won't be excited when he finds out, just like that, in a blink of an eye, the kung fu master has been stolen, and his only sister seems to be abducted by his best brother.

On Christmas Eve, the dance party is about to begin.

Dudley changed into a custom-made gown and was standing by the stairs before entering the ball.

"Yo, isn't this Mr. Dursley? I think you should be with your dance partner at this time, because you're going to be playing soon. ”

A slightly yin and yang voice sounded, and there was only one person in the entire Hogwarts who dared to talk to Dudley like this.

Not surprisingly, it was Madison Roberts Flint, who was at loggerheads with Fleur as soon as they met.

Dudley didn't speak, but stared at her for a moment.

Others would have felt furious if they were looked at like this, but Roberts didn't feel any discomfort.

"What? Is there anything on my face? ”

"You're not wearing a dress, and no one invited you?"

The prom was only accessible to fourth-graders, and Roberts was only in the third grade, so she couldn't go to the prom without someone inviting her.

"How is it possible, but I don't like it."

Roberts looked arrogant, unconsciously puffed up his chest, revealing a proud career line.

It's only a third grade, but it's better than many sixth and seventh grades.

Dudley sighed in his heart, but at the same time that he was looking at others, others were also looking at him.

Roberts's gaze retracted and fell just on Dudley's strong chest, even the custom-made dress was taut because the chest was too grandiose, and it seemed that there was a possibility of breaking the clothes at any time, as if she thought of something, only to see her eyes begin to flicker, and the green tendons on the back of her hands appeared and disappeared, beating slightly.

"But if it's you. I can."

"I've kept you waiting."

Before he could finish speaking, he was forcibly interrupted.

Roberts glared at him dissatisfied, and then she was stunned, when did Hogwarts have such a beautiful woman?

Standing in front of her was a girl who was not inferior to her in appearance and even better in temperament, she was wearing a robe made of flowing light purple blue fabric, and she looked like a fairy who came out of a painting in the light.

"Granger?!" Roberts was a little uncertain.

Hermione's trademark unkempt hair was gone, replaced by long, silky, shiny hair that was pulled back in an elegant bun.

"How is Dudley, is it pretty?"

Hermione walked straight past Roberts to Dudley.

"Good-looking, you're good-looking all the time."

Dudley's eyes hadn't taken off Hermione since she appeared, much to Hermione's satisfaction, and the joy blossomed after hearing the unhesitating compliment.

Dudley had wanted to touch Hermione's head, but now that she had her hair coiled up, she couldn't do the same way she could.

"But I still think your previous look looks good."

The standard straight man's speech, in other girls, would have been furious when they heard Dudley's remarks, and they worked hard for 3 or 4 hours, but you looked good before the sentence?

Hermione wasn't an ordinary person, and she cared more about Dudley's opinion than she cared about her thoughts.

She wore makeup all for Dudley, not for anyone else.

"Then I'll recover tomorrow."

"Hmm."

Roberts, who was on the side, looked at Hermione and then at Dudley, and suddenly had a feeling that he was superfluous.

(End of chapter)