Chapter 178 Who Is Whose Dance Partner? Plus

In the past, the number of students registered for stay at Christmas time was always very small, because everyone wanted to go home and enjoy the festive spirit with their families.

Well, in fact, I want to let go and play, because there is always a sense of restraint in Hogwarts.

But Harry always stayed at school for Christmas, because if he didn't, he would have to go back to Privet Drive, and he didn't want to face his uncle and aunt who didn't like him.

But this year is different, it seems that all the students above the fourth grade have to stay!

It seemed to Harry that they were all obsessed with the upcoming prom - at least all the girls were.

He was suddenly surprised to find that Hogwarts accommodated so many girls, which he hadn't noticed before.

Girls giggling and whispering in the corridors, girls screaming and laughing every time a guy walks by, girls exchanging ideas excitedly about what to wear on Christmas night...

"Why do they all move around in groups?" Harry asked Ron—a dozen or so girls were passing by at this time, and they looked at Harry, secretly giggling, "How can you wait for them to come?" Act alone, grab one and make a request?"

"Noose one?" suggested Ron. "Have you figured out who you're going to ask?"

Harry didn't answer. He knew exactly who he was willing to invite, but whether he could muster the courage was another matter... Qiu Zhang was a year older than him, very beautiful, and a very good Quidditch player, her popularity Also very good.

Ron seemed to see through Harry's heart.

"Listen, you're going to be in no trouble. You're a warrior. You just slew a mad dragon and lion, and I dare say—they'll be lining up to dance with you!"

There was a strong bitter taste in Ron's voice.

Probably because of Maca's call, Ron finally let go of his suppression.

He didn't quite get used to it at first, because it would undoubtedly reveal his inferiority complex. But gradually, he himself discovered the benefits of doing this: he gradually became more daring to do some things that he never dared to do in the past.

"Bravely invite, Harry!" He patted his good friend on the shoulder, and whispered, "Maybe I can get some credit too!"

Harry was surprised to find that Ron's judgment proved to be very correct.

The very next day, a curly-haired third-year Hufflepuff girl whom Harry had never spoken to before offered to ask Harry to go to the dance with her.

Harry was so taken aback that he refused without even thinking about it.

Probably because his words were too direct, the girl walked away, looking hurt.

Throughout History of Magic class, Harry had to endure Dean and Seamus' sarcasm and ridicule at the girl, and Ron, who was always one of them, didn't join in this time.

"Maka is right. I used to be so absorbed in my own thoughts that I ignored others' feelings too much." Ron looked at Dean and Seamus, struggling to think with his eyebrows drawn, "If that girl listens Seeing them laughing at her like this, she will definitely feel very uncomfortable... But, what exactly would she think..."

Ron's transformation is obvious. Although he still doesn't quite understand how to "think differently", one day, this change will bring him unexpected benefits.

The next day, two more girls came to invite Harry. One was in the second year, and the other - to Harry's horror, she was in the fifth year!

From the way she looked, it seemed that if Harry dared to refuse, she would knock him unconscious immediately.

"She's pretty." After laughing enough, Ron said,

Fair and honest, "And the personality is very similar to that of Hufflepuff's big beauty Werther, isn't it?"

"She's a foot taller than me!" said Harry, in shock. "Imagine me dancing with her...that wouldn't be a fool!"

Harry often thought of Hermione's words about Maca: "They only like him because he's famous!"

Harry doubted very much that the girls who asked him to be a dance partner would still go to the dance with him if he was not a school warrior.

Then he asked himself, if Cho Chang had invited him on his own initiative, would he still have considered this question?

"Wait!" Because of his current state of mind, Harry suddenly seemed to understand something, "Could it be that Hermione... likes Maca!"

"Did you just figure it out?" Ron sighed gloomily.

"But—oh—" Harry's eyes and mouth were opened wide, even his nostrils dilated in surprise, "Merlin's pants... no, I mean, Merlin's beard! This..."

Ron felt that he could say anything now, but he really didn't want to mention anything about this.

"Don't think about it, just rot it in your heart!" His tone was a little frustrated, as if he was speaking to Harry, but also to himself.

"Well..." Harry closed his mouth and said with a complicated expression, "I think... well! No matter what they are, we are still best friends."

"Yeah, that's it..." Ron agreed sullenly.

Harry's partner is up in the air - believe me, he's not having that easy finding his one! But this time, Maca was also a little hesitant about his partner.

As far as he knew, Luna had never been very interested in dancing. Compared with this, it might be more attractive to her to let her wear a puppet costume and wave the flag beside her.

But who else could he invite besides Luna?

"Willy?"

He just had this idea, but it was snuffed out in a blink of an eye.

"Dancing with two paralyzed faces?" Maca shook her head immediately, "That picture is so beautiful, let's forget it..."

But in this way, it seems that there is only...

This is the last week of this semester, and the school is getting busier and noisier day by day.

There were rumors going around about the Yule Ball, most of which were hard to believe - Dumbledore bought eight hundred casks of spiced mead from Rosmerta of the Three Broomsticks, for example.

However, everyone always enjoys these rumors, who cares if it is true or not? It is enough to be able to talk about these interesting topics.

However, there is one piece of news that sounds like it: Dumbledore seems to have booked the Weird Sisters to Hogwarts for a concert.

Those little wizards who grew up listening to N are all excited, because the Weird Sisters are indeed one of the most popular wizarding bands in recent years.

"Weird sisters, that would be cool!"

Some teachers, such as the little Professor Flitwick, simply stopped teaching when they saw that the students were obviously absent-minded.

He allowed them to play games in his class on Wednesday, and he spent most of the time talking to Harry and Hermione, talking about those two wonderful Fliers they used in their first project in the Triwizard Tournament. curse.

But other teachers are not so easy to talk to.

Nothing could divert Professor Binns' attention, for example, as he continued to trudge through his pile of Goblin Rebellion notes.

The classmates speculated that since Professor Binns hadn't let his own death stand in the way of continuing to teach, little things like Christmas couldn't have distracted him at all.

Strange to say, even though Professor Binns can always make the bloody and thrilling goblin rebellion as boring as Percy's report at the bottom of the cauldron, there is one person who often comes in to listen to the lecture seriously.

That person is Maca. He may not be interested in other classes, but whenever he has time, he will still come to the History of Magic classroom to listen carefully for a while.

It's just that under normal circumstances, he would only sit secretly at the back, without disturbing anyone. In that drowsy history of magic class, very few people really noticed him.

Professor McGonagall and Moody don't let the students idle, they always talk until the last second before the end of get out of class.

Not to mention Snape, he would rather adopt Harry as a godson than let his classmates play games in class.

He surveyed the class sullenly and told them that he would be testing their antidote in the last class of the term.

"He's so bad," Ron said angrily that night in the Gryffindor common room, "to quiz us on the last day. Spoil the last bit of term with a lot of homework."

"Well...you're not really trying too hard, are you?" Hermione poked her head up, looking at Ron over a mess of books.

Right now, Ron is busy building a castle with his crackling deck! Hearing Hermione's sudden talk, he shook his hand, and the half-built castle shook slightly, and then exploded with a bang.

"Oh—" Ron wiped his blackened face vigorously, and muttered in a low voice, "I've been working hard lately."

"It's Christmas, Hermione," said Harry lazily. He was sitting in an armchair by the fire, reading the book he had already read nine times.

Hermione looked at him seriously again.

"Harry, I think you'd do something more creative if you didn't want to learn the antidote!"

"Like what?" Harry asked, watching as Joel Jenkins of the Cannons slammed a Bludger hard at a Chaser of the Fort Barry Bats.

"Your box!" whispered Hermione through gritted teeth. "It's important, isn't it?"

"Well, Hermione, we can rest until February 24th—"

His attention was all on the book in front of him, he spoke carelessly, and would confiscate it if he didn't pay attention.

"Also, have you invited Maca? I don't think Maca will refuse you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something was wrong, but the words had already been spoken, but obviously he couldn't take them back.

"I'm not going to invite him."

Hermione's uncharacteristic calmness made Harry feel a little creepy.