Chapter 181

Somehow, Harry just invited Pavati Patil with the mentality of a dead horse as a living horse doctor. As a result, Ron's partner problem was solved smoothly.

"I don't understand how you two got the most beautiful girl in the grade," Dean muttered. "The petier sisters agreed."

"Just thank God," Ron replied stiffly, pulling the thread off his cuffs.

On him was a ceremonial gown with lace on the collar and sleeves, which Mrs. Weasley had prepared for him. To be honest, this robe is like a skirt, which is an unavoidable fact.

In order to add a little masculinity to the robe, he put all his eggs in one basket and chanted a cutting spell to the folds and lace.

It worked. At least the lace on his clothes was gone, but he didn't do his work neatly. When several boys started downstairs, his collar and cuffs were still covered with rough edges. It was really frustrating.

The public lounge looked strange. The people inside were no longer in black and blue robes, but in colorful robes.

Pavati waited for Harry under the stairs. She looked really beautiful. She was wearing a dazzling pink robe, her dark hair was braided with gold ribbons, and the gold bracelet on her wrist was shining.

Harry was relieved to see that she didn't giggle.

When they came to the hall, they found that it was also crowded with students.

Everyone was spinning back and forth, waiting for eight o'clock - when the door of the auditorium would open. Some people want to meet their dance partners in other colleges, so they squeeze around the crowd to find each other's figure.

"Hello." Padma petier is as beautiful as her sister, wearing a bright green robe.

However, she didn't seem interested in Ron as her partner. Her dark eyes looked up and down at Ron, hovering over the hairy collar and cuffs of his robe.

"Hello," Ron replied casually.

Ron also looked a little absent-minded. His eyes didn't look at Padma, but looked around in the crowd. Hermione doesn't seem to be here, nor does Marca... There seems to be someone missing, but he can't remember.

Not to mention Hermione, of course Marca won't be here at the moment, because he's sending out an invitation to a dance to a woman who nobody expected in a place no one could imagine.

About this matter, we have to start from last night

When there was still one day and one night before the Christmas ball, Maka finally put down all kinds of research and began to invite his partner tomorrow night.

Although he had denied the two most suitable candidates one after another, out of politeness, he decided to ask first. After all, to be honest, there are not many partners he can invite.

Just after dinner, he called Luna to the lawn outside the castle for a walk.

"... dancing?" Luna was still carrying a copy of singing against the tune. She looked at it and paced, "if you can't find another partner..."

"No, forget it..." Maka shook her head and finally gave up the idea of inviting Luna.

Dancing always brings people very close to their hearts, while Luna looks indifferent, but she is not good at getting close to others.

Like her patron saint, Luna herself is like a penetrating hare. She longed for friends, but when she faced others, her natural sensitivity to human nature made her never take the initiative to approach each other.

Because Maka vaguely understood this truth, he would not increase Luna's psychological burden for no reason.

Maka thought about it and casually changed the topic.

"By the way, won't you go home for Christmas this year?"

"Dad wants me to look at you..." Luna closed the "singing the opposite tune" in her hand, put her hands on her back, looked up and stared at Marca's face, "ah, that's it... I don't know why... Do you know?"

Maka blinked, subconsciously raised her neck and looked at the stars.

"Cough... Who knows?" he gave a dry cough and avoided the topic.

Adults are always more enthusiastic about things between children, especially for a girl with pure mind like Luna, Mr. Lovegood is easier to worry about.

After a casual walk on the lawn, Maka returned Luna to the Ravenclaw tower.

Since Luna is really inconvenient, he really doesn't want to invite Hermione - no way, he doesn't dare to provoke Hermione since he noticed something from Hermione last time.

So he had to ask Willie again.

"No." Willie gave a clear answer in one word very decisively.

At that time, at the top of the astronomical tower, they fell into a very long silence. After a long time, Willie seemed to think of something and added:

"I can't dance."

This is not an explanation, but her meaning is very clear: I don't want to be your partner, but I can't dance for some reasons.

To condense, it's the so-called "I can't dance" - at least that's what Maka understands.

However, when Willie refused him, he immediately found that he didn't seem to have any suitable invitation?

"In that case..."

As Maka talked, she made a decision that no one could expect

Now, it's almost eight o'clock. It's time to open the gate.

"Why didn't you see Hermione?" Ron seemed very concerned about the question. He had asked it several times.

Then a group of Slytherin students came up the steps from their underground common room.

At the front was Malfoy, who was wearing a black velvet high collar robe, like a parish priest. Pansy Parkinson was wearing a light pink robe full of frills, and she hung Malfoy's arm tightly.

Both Crabbe and Goyle were green, like two big mossy stones - neither of them could find a partner.

The oak front door was opened, and everyone turned around and saw demstrom's students come in with Professor Orson.

Marca was still not in the line, only Krum was at the front, surrounded by a beautiful girl in blue who Harry and they didn't know.

Professor Orson looked very anxious, and there was a faint sense of helplessness on his face.

Over their heads, you can see that a lawn in front of the castle has been turned into a cave, which glitters with the light of Fairies - which means that there are hundreds of living fairies, either sitting in the rose bushes made by magic, or flapping their wings on the statues, which seem to be Santa Claus and his reindeer.

Then Professor Snape's cold voice rang.

"Warriors, come here!"

Pavati adjusted her bracelet and a bright smile appeared on her face. She and Harry said "see you later" to Ron and Padma and walked forward. The chirping crowd flashed a passage for them to pass.

Professor Snape was obviously more solemn than usual tonight. He was wearing a black robe and a Silver Leaf Brooch on his chest - judging from his erratic hairstyle, he seemed to have washed his hair.

With a straight face, he told them to stand by the door and wait and let the others go first. When all the students were seated, they lined up and walked into the auditorium.

Furong Delacour and Ravenclaw Quidditch captain Roger Davis stood nearest the door.

Davis couldn't believe that he had such good luck to get a partner like Furong. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

Cedric Digory and Cho Chang were also standing next to Harry. Harry looked away so that he wouldn't have to talk to them.

His eyes fell subconsciously on the girl next to Krum. Then he opened his mouth in surprise.

That's Hermione!

But to be honest, she doesn't look like Hermione at all. She made some hands and feet on her hair. They were no longer messy, but became soft and shiny, and tied in an elegant bun at the back of her head.

She was wearing a robe made of elegant light purple and blue fabric, and somehow her temperament was different - perhaps just because she removed more than 20 thick books she usually carried on her body.

It is as like as two peas, not smiling like others, but looking at it from time to time, just like Ron.

Ron didn't look very good. He only looked at Hermione and kept looking elsewhere.

When the door of the auditorium opened, the members of the Krum Star Club in the library strode past and looked at Hermione with extreme hatred.

Pansy Parkinson walked by holding Malfoy's arm and staring at Hermione. Even Malfoy couldn't seem to find a word to insult her.

As for Ron, he walked right past Hermione without looking at her.

When everyone was seated in the auditorium, Snape frowned slightly - Marca hasn't arrived yet!

"Wait a minute."

After leaving a word, he immediately strode towards Dumbledore.

"McLean hasn't arrived yet," snape whispered to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore didn't lift his head. He just sat quietly in the middle of the guest table and waved his hand gently.

Everyone is waiting, and some students have begun to wonder - where is McLean? Why hasn't he arrived yet?

"We'll be there in a few minutes. He'll --" Dumbledore was saying, and suddenly paused. He looked up and looked out of the gate.

"... here he is!"

The warriors turned their heads, the little wizards in the auditorium also stretched their necks and looked out, and then everyone stared