Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

Chapter 899 Social Ball

The golden egg, engraved with mysterious patterns, was passed around among all the students.

Finally, Ron lifted the golden egg and handed it to Harry.

"Quick, Harry, let's see what the clues are for the second level!" he exclaimed excitedly.

Harry took it, held the golden egg high, and said with a flushed face.

"Who wants me to open it!"

As Harry asked the question, everyone around him cheered.

After all, Gryffindor hadn't been this lively in a long time.

In this cheerful atmosphere, Harry carefully turned on the switch on top of the golden egg.

With a soft click, the golden egg's shell split evenly into three open halves.

Just as everyone's attention was drawn to the white, chaotic point of light in the center, an extremely piercing sound rang out from within.

Whether it was Harry, the students, or even the figures in the murals, everyone crouched down in that instant, covering their ears in pain.

Harry, who was being supported, fell down.

The sharp, piercing auditory impact is like metal fingernails frantically sliding across glass. This sound is high-frequency and sharp, penetrating the ears and auditory system without warning and stabbing into the brain.

Fortunately, Harry had more resistance than in the original story because of the helmet, so he got up from the ground and immediately shut the golden egg.

When the golden egg closed again, the sound finally disappeared.

However, the commotion just now knocked everyone in the lounge to the ground.

Everyone was lying on the ground, their eyes blank, gasping for breath.

"What... what kind of weird sound is that?"

Ron, who was closest to Harry, was the first to speak up and ask.

Then the other students gradually came to their senses and started discussing it intensely again.

A first-year student with freckles all over his face: "I think this is a clue, it must be a clue!"

Senior students:
"I suspect there's something hidden in this noise."

"No, I think this noise should be transformed into something."

There was a lot of discussion about the noise coming from the golden egg.

George and Flander even asked to hear it again.

But Harry firmly refused.

"Alright everyone, go back to your own business."

"I believe only a brave warrior can unlock the secret of the golden egg."

Professor McGonagall appeared at the gate at some point.

After saying that, he nodded to Harry.

The other students who were rubbing their ears then dispersed.

The next day, in the cafeteria.

"Hi, Harry!"

"Hello, Harry!"

"I'm Ollivander from the third grade. It's nice to meet you."

A beautiful female student walked past me.

Hermione and Ron were at a loss for words when they saw Harry Potter's face practically contorted with laughter.

Because this is the twelfth person to greet Harry today.

And without exception, they are all beautiful women with high looks.

"He was very famous after the World Cup, but why didn't this happen to him?"

Seeing Ron's puzzled expression, Hermione smiled and said:

"In the world of Quidditch, Harry may have won, but that was because the fans were the stars."

"Now, Harry is a hero, a hero of the Goblet of Fire."

"And this warrior is currently single, so many people want to be the princess."

Upon hearing this explanation, those around him nodded in deep agreement.

This made Harry feel a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, the commotion at the top of the cafeteria diverted everyone's attention.

"Owl, owl!"

"The owl has arrived today."

Hermione caught the Daily Prophet as it fell.

"Oh, watch out for Ron!"

As soon as Hermione finished speaking, Ron heard a noise above his head and instinctively covered his head.

Then a huge box fell from the sky, landing between Harry and Ron to their horror.

Ron looked at the signature on the box:

"My God, what is this my mother sent me?"

"So big?"

After Hermione and Harry helped to open it, Ron was completely bewildered.

In my hand is a piece of clothing that looks quite vintage, and it seems rather unusual.

"This, clothes? A skirt?"

"Did she send me a dress?"

Harry laughed:

"Okay, Ron, this color suits you quite well. Is there a women's hat too?"

As she spoke, Hermione handed over a white lining from the box.

Harry and Ron both fell silent upon seeing this outfit.
Because this lining not only has a bow but also white openwork lace trim.

Ron looked at Ginny, who was not far away, and went over to her.

"Trust my sister, this must have been prepared by Mom for you."

Ginny looked up, holding a fork in her hand, and said seriously, "Ron, get away from me with that ugly dress!"

"Ha ha!"

The students who witnessed this scene all burst out laughing.

Especially Hermione.

Ron looked at him and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Hermione laughed. "No, Ron. This isn't for Ginny, it's for you."

"This is a formal robe."

"A men's formal robe."

Ron was puzzled:

"Um, a formal dress? What's it for?"

Hermione:

"It's for important occasions like parties and banquets where social interaction is required."

Ron looked down and asked, "So, why did my mother send me this?"

Harry looked at Hermione with a puzzled expression.

Professor McGonagall provided the answer in the afternoon general education class.

Harry always felt something was missing when he sat with Ron.

However, neither of them thought much of it, because they and their classmates were quickly captivated by Professor McGonagall's words.

"A Christmas ball!"

"The Triwizard Tournament has been a traditional event since its inception, and this year is no exception."

"On Christmas Eve, we will relax with our guests in the Great Hall."

"It's basically reporting a dance party."

"As a representative of the host country, I hope everyone can show the demeanor of someone who has completed their studies at Hogwarts."

"I say this because everyone needs to dance at the Christmas ball, so this class is a ballroom dance class..."

As Professor McGonagall introduced...

The students sitting on either side of the table began to discuss excitedly.

Because of dance, it's fair to say they've never been exposed to it before.

Moreover, it was a man and a woman; how could young people possibly resist?

Seeing the buzzing discussion, Professor McGonagall's expression hardened as she shouted:
"Quiet!"

"Quiet!"

After everyone shut their mouths, Professor McGonagall continued her introduction:
"For nearly a thousand years, Hodworth Academy has enjoyed a very high reputation in the world of wizards, so I don't want you to do anything at the ball that would damage the academy's reputation."

"So let me emphasize first that there will be a dance and a class later."

"Don't talk nonsense, don't act recklessly, and definitely don't act like a bunch of baboons!!!"

The boys, who had no idea what was going to happen, were wondering why they had turned into baboons.

Some girls with basic dance skills and who knew how to dance were already blushing.

This also includes Hermione, who already knew there would be a ball.

Professor McGonagall continued.

"When it comes to dance, it's a process of letting the body breathe."

"You can imagine that inside every girl lies a swan that longs to dance."

“There’s a lion inside every boy, ready to leap and dance… Mr. Weasley?”

"what are you saying?"

Ron, who was talking badly about someone with Harry, immediately looked distressed after being called out. Professor McGonagall said directly:

“It seems Mr. Weasley is very interested in dancing, so let’s go.”

"For the next demonstration, Mr. Weasley, please come up and dance with me!"

After saying that, Professor McGonagall reached out and grabbed Ron's clothes.

The professor now had an unquestionable expression on his face.

Harry and Neville, who were on the other side, immediately turned their heads when they saw this.

Harry even shoved Ron.

He gave me an encouraging look.

Ron stood up, his body tense, and followed Professor McGonagall to the center of the Great Hall.

Seeing the stiff expression on Ron McGonagall's face, Professor McGonagall gave him guidance without surprise:
"Child, now put your right hand on my waist."

"Then straighten your arm!"

"Mr. Filch, please play some music!"

Mr. Filch, sitting in the corner of the classroom, put down the vinyl record he was holding.

Then, pleasant and clear music immediately began to play.

"One, two, three, one, two..."

"That's right, pay attention to the order of your steps."

"Don't be so stiff, bend your knees a little."

Harry, looking at George and Flander behind him who were desperately covering their mouths, couldn't help but say:

"I think you'll laugh at him for the rest of your lives!"

George, his older brother, nodded affirmatively.

"That's right!"

After demonstrating it once,

Professor McGonagall then looked around:

"Everyone come over here, boys, stand up too, and watch what I do!"

Professor McGonagall then began to break down the teaching process step by step.

The students on both sides, who had initially been jeering, started to take it seriously.

This applies to both men and women.

Because they suddenly realized that at a dance, if they wanted to dance with someone of the opposite sex they liked, they at least had to know how to dance.

An afternoon of intensive teaching could not transform this group of students into dancing swans or running lions.

However, a duck standing on tiptoe and a house cat showing its belly button are still acceptable.

And that's enough for a non-professional gala.
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Another day.

"Did you have a nightmare, Ron?"

How was it dancing with Professor McGonagall?

Ron, who had just woken up, nodded seriously:
Can I say it's fantastic?

"Because I can actually dance now, oh, I mean the ballroom dancing Professor McGonagall was talking about!"

Harry looked surprised, then continued:

"I was thinking about what Professor McGonagall said after class yesterday."

"Everyone needs a dance partner of the opposite sex."

"But look..."

Harry and Ron were walking outside the dormitory.

Ron became a hero because of the Quidditch World Cup, while Harry became a warrior.

Therefore, they never lack attention from others.

However, this attention also caused most people to distance themselves from the two of them.

Just like yesterday, some people greeted them, but no one invited them to dance.

After all, it's traditionally the men who invite the women to ballroom dances.

Harry sighed:
“Look at Ron, these girls are never alone, how are we supposed to invite them?”

Ron nodded in deep agreement:
"I've known since I was little that women always come in groups."

Perhaps the two were talking a little too loudly.

The girls in the corridor and garden all looked over.

The two originally intended to charge forward in one go.

But my legs wouldn't obey me, and after I stopped, I just stood there awkwardly for a while.

He then turned and left without saying a word.

The stares they had just received made Harry and Ron want to quicken their pace.

If they could, they would even like to ride flying broomsticks.

The two walked through the crowd and came to a corner.

Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the equally flustered Harry, saying:

"Oh my god, Harry, you've already won against the dragon, are you still afraid to ask for a dance partner?"

Harry nodded:

"I'd rather fight the dragon again than go through what just happened—it was just too embarrassing!"

"Ron, what about you?"

"Haven't you already learned to dance?"

Ron blushed: "Okay, Harry, actually I'm scared too."

"I don't know how to open my mouth, it's just too difficult."

"We absolutely must go and invite them this afternoon!"

On their way to the classroom, all that remained between the two of them was avoidance and cowardice.

After the last herbalism class ended.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron were discussing the lesson they had just learned when they noticed a group of girls following Krum.

This scene made both of them widen their eyes.

Two snaps.

Only after someone slapped themselves did they return to the real world.

Ron looked bewildered: "Is this true?"

"A group chasing one?"

Harry nodded: "I can't believe it either, but it's true."

Just as the two finished speaking, one of the girls in the group sped up and caught up with Krum, who was running to exercise.

"Hello, may I invite you to be my dance partner?"

The girl's voice was so loud that three people dozens of meters away could hear it.

These words were clearly spoken after a lot of courage.

Unfortunately, Krum stopped and whispered something, and the girl turned and walked away with a blank look on her face.

But at that moment, Krum actually turned around and glanced at the three of them.

Disheartened by this setback, Harry and Ron abandoned their plans once again.

All Harry could say was that the girl's courage surpassed that of facing a dragon.

Another day passed.

As invitations from those around me were successfully accepted one by one.

Ron, who was in Potions class, suddenly put down his pen, covered his face, and said in despair.

"It's all over, Harry."

If this continues, I'm afraid we'll be the only two without dance partners.

Harry leaned closer, head down:

"No, there should also be Neville."

After they finished speaking, the two looked up and smiled inexplicably.

Hermione, standing beside them, watched the two of them still laughing and said expressionlessly:
"You don't know yet, but Neville has already found a dance partner."

As soon as these words came out.

Harry and Ron's faces froze instantly.

Ron looked up in frustration: "It's over, this time it's really hopeless!"

Harry nodded in agreement.

It was at this moment that George Weasley across from them handed over a note.

"Hurry up and act, or all the good girls will be gone."

Ron rubbed it back and whispered, "Easy for you to say, why don't you come?"

After Ron finished speaking, he saw his brother George throw the crumpled paper at a girl diagonally opposite him.

that's it.

George didn't say a word, just a crumpled piece of paper, a glance, and two gesturing lines.

The girl opposite nodded in agreement.

Ron and Harry felt even more desperate after seeing this.