Harry and Ron looked at each other, and it was not difficult for him to notice that Hermione was losing her temper again for no apparent reason.

Professor Dumbledore and Professor Bryan had been away from the school for several days, and as soon as they returned, they called out to the Headmaster's office in twos and coldly, and asked Professor McGonagall to send them a message to pass, and it was hard not to wonder why.

As he climbed the stairs, Harry recalled that they had been acting quite honestly lately and had not broken any school rules.

Oh, of course, the duel with Malfoy should be excluded from that. But Professor Bryan wouldn't call them over for this, and if he wanted to kick himself out of gym class, then Professor McGonagall should have called Malfoy too, and Professor Bryan was completely free to punish them, and there was no need to get Professor Dumbledore to do so.

Unless, unless, it has something to do with what happened that night in the kitchen.

At the end of the night, Professor Bryan told them not to divulge their wonderful experiences to anyone else, but he also emphasized the exception of Dumbledore's inquiring questions.

Professor McGonagall was still leading the way, and there was no way to discuss it with much fanfare, so Harry took a few quick steps to Hermione's side and winked at her, but Hermione ignored him and took the same steps to Professor McGonagall's side.

"Professor McGonagall, when did Professor Dumbledore and Professor Bryan return?"

"Just a few hours ago, Miss Granger--"

Professor McGonagall's steps were small, but they were so frequent that the three little ones had to trot to get to her.

As if aware of what the three 'troublemakers' in his house were worried about, Professor McGonagall glanced at Hermione,

"I don't know why Albus and Amosta found you, I asked, but they wouldn't say--"

Speaking of this, Professor McGonagall's face was slightly gloomy, and her voice was mixed with dissatisfaction,

"Oh it's always like this, I often can't see people, I always stay in the office when I'm at school and don't want to go out, and I haven't replied to a note for a week., Amosta didn't think it was like this when he first came to the school, and now he and Albus look the same, he doesn't care about the school, and he doesn't care about the Christmas party, and when it comes to the party, Miss Granger-"

Professor McGonagall paused,

"I think you haven't forgotten that, as a warrior, you're going to lead the dance for everyone at the beginning of the banquet with your dance partner, right?"

Hermione's cheeks turned crimson, and Ron, who walked behind her and stood side by side with Harry, shrank his head in disgust.

"I remember, Professor McGonagall--" Hermione responded in a voice like a mosquito.

"Very well--" Professor McGonagall nodded in satisfaction, "who is your dance partner, the Hogwarts boys?" ”

"Well, yes, Professor--" Hermione bit her lip, "I'm going to go with Ron." ”

"Oh!"

Professor McGonagall raised her brow in surprise, she glanced at Ron, who had shrunk his head even more, and smiled slightly at him,

"Two Gryffindor House students, good, Miss Granger, I look forward to seeing you do a great job, but I would also like to remind you two to always be mindful of your own image, if you make a joke and disgrace Gryffindor House, then I will be very angry."

Professor McGonagall wasn't speaking harshly than she usually did in class, but her warning made Ron shudder several times.

"What about you, then, Mr. Potter?"

Professor McGonagall turned her head and walked on, casually asking,

"I hope that the Gryffindor House House will be friendly and personable in front of the guests, and if you don't already have a dance partner, maybe you can try inviting the ladies of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang College to go along-"

Harry had learned from Ron to shrink his head, and until now, he thought what had just happened in the foyer was a little unreal.

Harry genuinely wanted Hermione not to tell Professor McGonagall about this, but Hermione threw her a 'hate of iron doesn't make steel' a glance at her. He still couldn't figure out what had Hermione at him, could it be that it was just because Hermione didn't like Fleur and was unhappy to see him accept Fleur's invitation?

Anyway, Hermione answered the question for him in a dry voice,

"Harry has accepted the invitation, Professor McGonagall, it's Fleur Delacour—"

"Who?"

Professor McGonagall stumbled in her footsteps, and she asked, stunned, and after stopping again, Malley looked at the two cowering boys, and then immediately added in a voice of astonishment,

"Warrior of Beauxbatons, did she invite you, Mr. Potter?"

uh-——

Harry smiled awkwardly,

"Well, that's right, Professor. Just in the foyer—"

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, then realized what had caused the commotion in the foyer just now, her gaze swept over Harry, Hermione, and Ron, and finally, back to Harry, with a much more sincere smile,

"Very well, Mr. Potter, I think you must have made the warriors of Durmstrang feel the warmth and hospitality of Hogwarts!"

Professor McGonagall was much more emotionally high-pitched, and she walked away with a full step of excitement, muttering something that made the three of Harry laugh a little,

"Okay, so three Gryffindor House students show up at the start of the prom."

In addition to Harry, Hermione and Ron were visiting Professor Dumbledore's office for the first time, and although they had heard Harry describe what Dumbledore's office was like, as they approached, the tension regained hold of the three of them, and they couldn't help but think about the reason why Professor Dumbledore and Professor Bryan wanted to summon them.

"Go--"

After Professor McGonagall recited the command to the two terrifying stone monsters, a wooden door appeared in the sight of the three men, and Professor McGonagall smiled encouragingly.

"Albus and Amosta won't come to you because of something bad, or they'd have told me—"

With that, she walked away, and they could hear Professor McGonagall muttering excitedly, 'I'm going to tell Filius and Pomona about this.'

Squeak –

With a crisp sound, Hermione, Harry, and Ron walked into the mysterious Headmaster's office one after another.

To the young wizard, the word 'Headmaster's Office' had a sense of majesty and solemnity, and upon entering, Harry stood obediently behind the door, not daring to let his eyes wander even if he was curious.

"Ah, come here--"

It wasn't until Professor Bryan's soft voice came from the innermost part of the round office that Harry and the three dared to take a step.

At a short distance of a few dozen feet, the three of Harry walked cautiously. Although Professor McGonagall had given reassuring words, they did not know the true situation, and all three of them tried to be as well-behaved as possible.

Harry resisted the urge to say hello to Fawkes, who had saved his life, and Hermione didn't look at the silverware that made a tinkling sound, but Ron was happily muttering to an old wizard with white hair in a picture frame on the wall, "Red hair, a descendant of the Weasleys!" 'Attracted attention, for a moment the god of thought.

"Professor Dumbledore, Professor Blaine--"

Professor Dumbledore was sitting in his seat and smiling softly at them, and Professor Bryan was pretty much the same, which made the tension in the hearts of the three of Harry dissipate a little, and it gave them the energy to focus on something else-

For example, the two great wizards both looked like they had gone on a long run. In the center of the tabletop, for example, is a wide, flat, hollow stone basin with mysterious Saxon runes carved around the mouth of the basin, and in the basin is a wonderful substance—like a liquid and like a gas, like a piece of bright silver, but it is constantly flowing, like the water rippling in the breeze, and spreading like a cloud.

"I'm sorry to call you here at a pleasant dinner time--"

Amosta smiled and said,

"There are a few things that Professor Dumbledore and I think need to confirm with you personally--"

(End of chapter)