Chapter 179

In the past, a very small number of students registered to stay in school during Christmas, because everyone wanted to go home and enjoy the festive atmosphere with their families.

Well, in fact, they all want to let go, because there is always a sense of restraint in Hogwarts.

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

But this year is different. All the students above grade 4 seem to want to stay!

In Harry's opinion, they are all crazy about the coming ball - at least all the girls are.

He was suddenly surprised to find that Hogwarts accommodated so many girls, which he had never noticed before.

The girls are giggling and whispering in the corridor. The girls laugh loudly whenever a boy walks by. The girls exchange views excitedly and talk about what to wear on Christmas night

"Why are they all moving in groups?" Harry asked Ron - a dozen girls were passing by. They looked at Harry and giggled secretly. "How can you wait until they move alone and catch one and ask?"

"Put a rope around one?" Ron suggested. "Have you figured out who you invite?"

Harry didn't answer. He knows who he is willing to invite, but whether he can summon up courage is another matter... Qiu Zhang is a grade higher than him. She is very beautiful. She is also an excellent Quidditch player and has a good popularity.

Ron seemed to see through Harry's heart.

"Listen, you won't have any trouble. You're a warrior. You just killed the crazy dragon and lion, I dare say - they'll line up and dance with you!"

Ron's voice was full of bitterness.

Probably because of Marca's call, Ron has finally let go of his repression.

At first, he was not quite used to it, because it would undoubtedly expose his inferiority complex. But gradually, he found the benefits of doing so: he gradually became more daring to do something he didn't dare to do in the past.

"Be brave to invite, Harry!" he patted his good friend on the shoulder and whispered, "maybe I can get some light too!"

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

The next day, a curly girl in the third grade of Hufflepuff college, Harry, who had never spoken to her before, offered to invite Harry to the ball with her.

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

Maybe his words were too direct. The girl walked away and looked hurt.

Throughout the history of magic class, Harry had to endure the sarcasm and ridicule of dean and Seymour to the girl, and Ron, who would always be one of them, did not join in this time.

"Marca is right. I used to bury myself in my own thoughts and ignore other people's feelings too much." Ron looked at Dean and Seymour, grabbed his eyebrows and thought hard, "that girl would feel bad if she heard them laugh at herself like this... But what would she think..."

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

The next day, two more girls invited Harry. One was in grade two, and the other - Harry was horrified to find that she was in grade five!

Looking at her, it seemed that if Harry dared to refuse, she would knock him out at once.

"She's pretty," said Ron fairly after he had laughed enough. "And her character is very similar to victor, the great beauty of Hufflepuff before, isn't it?"

"She's a foot taller than me!" Harry said in shock. "Imagine me dancing with her... That's not a shame!"

Harry often remembered what Hermione said about Marca: "they like him just because he is famous!"

Harry wondered if the girls who invited him to the dance would still go to the ball with him if he was not a warrior at school.

Then he asked himself, if Qiu Zhang had invited him, would he still consider this question?

"Wait!" because of his mood at this time, Harry suddenly seemed to understand something. "Hermione, she... Likes Marca!"

"Did you just get it?" Ron sighed gloomily.

"But -- oh --" Harry's eyes and mouth were wide open, and even his nostrils widened in surprise. "Merlin's pants... No, I mean, Merlin's beard! This..."

Ron felt that he could say anything now, but it was this thing that he really didn't want to mention at all.

"Don't think about it, rot it in your heart!" his tone was a little depressed, as if he were talking to Harry and himself.

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

"Yes, that's it..." Ron echoed dully.

Harry's partner is up in the air - trust me, he can't find his partner so easily! But this time, Maka also hesitated about her partner.

As far as he knows, Luna has never been very interested in dancing. Compared with this, it may be more attractive for her to wear a puppet and wave flags and shout next to her.

But who else could he invite besides Luna?

"Willie?"

He had just had the idea, but it was extinguished in the blink of an eye.

"By two facial paralysis open dance?" Maka immediately shook his head, "that picture is too beautiful, or forget it..."

But in this way, it seems that only

This is the last week of this semester. The school is becoming more and more lively and noisy day by day.

There are rumours about Christmas balls, most of which are hard to believe. For example, Dumbledore bought eight hundred barrels of essence honey from Ross Mehta, the three broom.

However, people are always happy with these rumors. Who cares whether they are true or not? It's enough to talk about these interesting topics.

But one piece of news sounds like that: Dumbledore seems to have booked the eccentric sisters to give a concert at Hogwarts.

Those little wizards who have listened to WWN since childhood are very excited, because the strange sisters are indeed the most popular wizard band in recent years.

"Weird sister, that's cool!"

Some teachers, such as the little professor flavy, simply stopped lecturing 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 his time talking to Harry and Hermione about the two wonderful flying spells they used in the first project of the top three.

But other teachers are not so easy to talk.

For example, Professor Bince's attention can't be diverted, and he continues to trudge through his pile of goblin rebellion notes.

The students speculated that since professor bins did not let his death block his way to continue teaching, such a small thing as Christmas could not distract him at all.

It's strange to say that even though Professor bins can always tell the bloody and thrilling demon rebellion as boring as Percy's crucible bottom report, one person often comes in and listens carefully.

That man is Marca. He may not be interested in other classes, but every time he has time, he will come to the magic history classroom and listen carefully for a while.

But under normal circumstances, he will only secretly sit in the back and don't disturb anyone. In that sleepy history of magic class, few people really noticed him.

Professor McGonagall and moody don't let the students idle. They always talk until the last second before class.

Snape, not to mention, would rather adopt Harry as his son than let his classmates play games in class.

He looked at the class gloomily and told them that he would test their antidotes in the last class of the semester.

"He's so bad," said Ron angrily in Gryffindor's common room that night. "Come and test us on the last day. Spoil the last part of the semester with a lot of homework."

"Well... You didn't really work too hard, did you?" Hermione looked up at Ron from above a mess of books.

At the moment, Ron was busy building the castle with his crackling explosive cards! Hearing Hermione's sudden answer, he shook his hand, reached half of the castle, shook slightly, and then exploded.

"Oh --" Ron wiped his blackened face hard and murmured, "I've been working hard lately."

"It's Christmas, Hermione," said Harry lazily. Sitting in an armchair by the fire, he was reading the book flying with the artillery, which he had read nine times.

Hermione looked at him again with serious eyes.

"Harry, I think you'll do something more creative even if you don't want to learn antidotes!"

"Like what?" Harry asked, watching Joey Jenkins of the firecrackers hit a swimming ball hard at a chaser of the fort Barry bats.

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

"Well, Hermione, we can rest until February 24 -"

His attention was focused on the book in front of him. He spoke carelessly and confiscated it when he wasn't careful.

"Besides, have you invited Maka? I don't think Maka will refuse you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that it was wrong, but his words had been exported, but he obviously couldn't take them back.

"I won't invite him."

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