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Chapter 731 The ugly duckling turns into a swan? I was invited to witness it?
"Uh"

Mark was suddenly embarrassed.

"I don't think Dad was invited to be someone else's dance partner."

Mark glanced at Harry and Ron who were also stunned beside him and whispered.

"That's good."

Furong smiled at Mark modestly, "I would like to invite Mr. Peter Padrick to be my dance partner. Mr. Padrick, can you pass on my invitation for me?"

"I think there should be no problem."

Mark stammered.

"Thank you."

After thanking Mark, Furong turned and left gracefully.

"actually."

Ron looked at Fleur's back as she left and said to Mark, "Mark, I suspect your father also has Fleur's Mae Wa physique."

Mark coughed. Although he thought so in his heart, he adhered to the principle of protecting his father and glared at Ron.

"Ron, if Raven hears you say this, she will definitely beat you up."

When Ron heard Mark say Raven's name, he immediately looked around guiltily.

"Okay, this is my fault, don't tell Raven."

Ron was still a little scared of Raven.

The last time Malfoy had annoyed her, Raven had punished him with magic and made him vomit slugs in the common room for a whole day.

night.

Raven, who had been worried, found Peter.

"What's up, Raven?"

Peter was in the room, looking at Raven's hesitant expression, and asked her.

Raven sat on the bed and said to Peter, "It's about the Christmas dance. Dad, can you be my dance partner?"

"I?!"

Peter frowned when he heard this, "I'm your father, how can I be your dance partner? Besides, I've been invited."

When Raven heard Peter's refusal, she didn't show any expression at first, just a little frustrated.

But when he heard someone invited Peter, he immediately got furious.

"Who was it? Who invited you, Dad? Was it Furong?"

Ruiwen stood up, clenched her fists, and said angrily: "Dad, you can't agree to Furong, she...she is a charming baby!"

"You're being racist, Raven!"

Peter said righteously.

Riven: “.”

She wanted to say, "Dad, I learned this from you," but after opening her mouth, she swallowed the words in her heart.

"So you promised her, Dad?"

"Do not."

Before Raven could be happy, she heard Peter say, "Because I've promised Hermione."

"Hermione?!"

Riven's eyes widened immediately. She didn't expect that her opponent was the "Miss Know-It-All".

"Yeah, but I'm not really interested in dancing. Besides, it's an activity for you young people. I'm just accompanying her for a while and then leaving."

Peter said something that made Raven breathe a sigh of relief.

"but."

Although she felt a little better, Raven was still quite dissatisfied, "Dad, you look just like our peers, not old at all. And, Hermione is so vain!"

"Why do you think she's vain?"

Peter asked Raven in surprise.

"Because then she can get a lot of attention."

Peter shook his head and put his hand on Raven's hair and touched it, "Hermione just wants to make some changes, change everyone's impression."

He remembered that Hermione was transformed from an ugly duckling into a swan and became Cinderella.

It was a real coming-of-age moment for her because everyone started to see her in a different light.

The other party mustered up great courage to invite her to witness this important moment in his life, and he couldn't refuse.

"What impression, Dad?"

"You'll know then."

Then Peter remembered something and asked her, "Has your dance partner not been decided yet?"

"No, so. So I want to ask you for help, Dad."

Riven said a little embarrassedly.

Peter stroked his beard. "How's Harry?"

"He probably already has a dance partner, and we don't know each other very well."

"What about Thor?"

"He looks like a muscle-bound, simple-minded guy who I think is going to screw everything up."

"What about Bruce?"

"He looks old-fashioned and a bit old."

Peter: "."

Have you chosen it yet? !

Raven saw Peter's dissatisfied look and knew that if she kept picking and choosing, Peter would definitely get impatient. Finally, she could only reluctantly say, "Then let's go with Bruce. He used to frequent high society and must know these social etiquettes. He shouldn't embarrass me. Dad, can you invite him?"

"It shouldn't be a big problem."

"Thank you, Dad." Raven came up and gave Peter a gentle hug.

A few days later, Christmas.

At five o'clock, Hermione said early that she would go get ready.

"What, you need three hours?"

Ron asked Hermione in disbelief.

There were many students playing snowball fights in the snow.

Ron was distracted by this and was hit hard on the cheek by a big snowball thrown by George.

"Who are you going with? Hermione."

He shouted at Hermione's back, but Hermione just waved and walked quickly into the castle up the stone steps.

Ron glanced at Harry and Mark gloomily.

The two also shook their heads to indicate that they didn't know.

By seven o'clock, the sky had darkened and it was no longer easy to aim, so the Hogwarts students gave up their snowball fight and returned to the common room.

The Fat Lady in the portrait is framed with her friend, Violet, who lives downstairs.

Both of them looked dizzy and drunk, and at the bottom of the portrait were several empty boxes of chocolate with liqueur fillings.

"Vivid Light, yes, that's it, this is the password!"

After hearing the students' commands, she giggled, turned forward and let them in.

Harry, Ron, Dean and Neville changed into their robes in the dormitory upstairs, and each of them looked uneasy.

Mark was relatively calm because he had successfully invited Ginny.

Although Harry and the others were nervous, no one was as depressed as Ron.

Ron looked at himself in the long mirror in the corner with a look of horror on his face.

Because the robe he was wearing now looked like a skirt for girls.

In a desperate attempt to make himself look a little more manly, Ron cast a cutting spell on the folds and lace.

It's not bad, it works, at least the lace on the clothes is gone.

Walking into the common room, Mark felt that the students inside looked strange, because the students were no longer wearing uniform black robes, but colorful ceremonial robes.

Parvati was waiting for Harry at the bottom of the stairs.

Parvati is a beautiful dark-haired Indian girl.

She looked very beautiful indeed, in her striking pink gown, her dark hair braided with a gold ribbon, her wrists gleaming with gold bracelets.

Harry was relieved when she didn't giggle.

"Well, you are beautiful, Parvati."

Harry said uncomfortably.

He turned around and saw that Mark and Ginny had joined him.

Ginny was wearing a light pink dress and was in high spirits, chattering all the time around Mark.

The entrance hall was also crowded with students, all milling around, waiting for eight o'clock to arrive.

Some students wanted to meet dance partners from other colleges, and they squeezed sideways in the crowd.

Parvati found her sister Padma and brought her over to meet Harry and Mark.

"Hello, Harry, Mark."

Padma greeted them both. She was as beautiful as her sister and was wearing a bright green gown.

But she seemed to have no interest in Ron as her dance partner. She kept looking Mark up and down, her eyes lingering on the fuzzy collar and cuffs of his dress robe.

As they were talking, they noticed Fleur Delacour approaching.

Fleur was stunningly beautiful in her silver-grey satin robes, and she was accompanied by Roger Davis, the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.

But Furong looked unhappy and kept her distance from her dance partner.

When she walked to Mark, she glared at him.

Ron whispered to Mark, "She's unhappy because you didn't help him invite Mr. Patrick."

Mark said depressedly: "It's not my fault. I can't make Dad listen to me."

Ron patted Mark on the shoulder and glanced at his sister Ginny next to him.

Although Mark was his good friend, he still felt a little weird about his sister being Mark's dance partner.

"Ahem. Where's Hermione?"

Ron suddenly realized that he hadn't seen Hermione.

As he was looking for Hermione, the front door of the Great Hall opened and Mark saw Professor Karkaroff and the students of Durmstrang walk in.

Professor McGonagall's voice rang out in the hall: "Warriors, please come over here!
Professor McGonagall tonight wore a red tartan robe with an ugly wreath of thistles on the brim of her hat.

Harry looked around at the students and saw someone coming in.

Everyone made way for the people coming in.

It seemed that some important person had entered the noisy auditorium.

The crowd parted and Harry and Ron saw Peter coming in with a female companion.

The female companion standing next to her was a tall and beautiful girl wearing a blue robe.

Harry glanced at it and looked away.

But soon he turned around again and stared at the beautiful girl in blue clothes with wide eyes!
That's Hermione!

But she looks nothing like Hermione!
Hermione had done something to her hair; it was no longer matted but smooth and shiny, tied into an elegant bun at the back of her head.

She was wearing a gown made of a flowing, violet-blue fabric, and for some reason, she looked different.

Maybe it was just because she took off the twenty or so thick books that she usually carried with her.

Hermione looked a little nervous when she smiled, but her teeth were not as big as before and they looked very beautiful.

Ron also discovered that the beautiful girl next to Peter was Hermione!

He opened his mouth in surprise!
How is this possible? !
(End of this chapter)