Harry doesn't want to be a wizard, he wants to be a superhero

Chapter 301 Christmas Ball, Inviting a Dance Partner

Now only Harry was left inside the tent, while Ali continued to observe the outside world.

It was obvious that Furong was not as strong as the previous two warriors, and she faced several dangerous situations.

However, after 10 minutes, through a clever transformation, Furong succeeded.

Then there was silence on set, and finally Bagman announced that Fleur had won.

Harry soon received a message from Bagman, who gave him a perfectly timed, friendly, and natural smile.

When he came out, everyone cheered for him. Although everyone knew he wouldn't compete for the Triwizard Tournament, the mere sight of Harry fighting the dragon was a magnificent visual feast for most people.

In front of Harry was a circular spectator stand, inside which was a low-lying dueling arena, mostly composed of boulders of varying sizes.

In the arena, a nearly 20-meter-long Hungarian wood bee fire dragon crouched low, guarding the golden egg beneath it.

Harry was somewhat surprised by the size of the fire dragon. Among the four warriors, he was probably the only one who could get through such a huge dragon.

It seems that luck is also a part of the three-way battle for supremacy.

When the Hungarian Hornet Dragon saw Harry, it glared at him fiercely and violently twisted its spiky tail, leaving several meters long craters in the hard ground.

Suddenly, the Hungarian Hornet Dragon pounced on Harry, its sharp claws mercilessly clawing at Harry's face.

Hermione and Ron on the viewing platform gasped in surprise:

"Harry, get out of the way!"

But to everyone's surprise, Harry stood still.

Some of the little witches covered their eyes, unable to bear the sight to come. If hit by the dragon's giant claws, even Harry Potter would turn into a gooey mess.

At that moment, the Hungarian Wood Bee Dragon's right claw was only a few meters away from Harry, and could reach him in the blink of an eye.

But for the Hungarian Fire Dragon, this distance was like an insurmountable mountain, magnified countless times, making it impossible for him to move forward even a fraction of an inch.

Harry simply said, "Kneel down."

A purple magic circle flashed, and the gravity beneath the Hungarian Wood Bee Fire Dragon suddenly increased dozens of times.

It was as if tens of tons of weight had suddenly pressed down on his body. Even though the Hungarian Wood Bee Fire Dragon was very strong, his skin was torn open and his bones were broken in countless places.

After the Hungarian Hornet Dragon was severely injured, nothing could stop Harry. He easily walked into the dragon's nest, picked up the golden egg, and held it high.

The audience erupted in another deafening roar of excitement!

After Harry left the dueling arena, Hermione and a large group of his friends rushed towards him. Hermione hugged him tightly, excitedly saying:

"Harry, I know you are the strongest."

The results of the competition were quickly announced, and Harry got a perfect score.

But everyone also knows that although Harry got a perfect score, he ultimately missed out on the Triwizard Tournament championship.

At the start of the tournament, Harry mentioned that he didn't need the championship and wouldn't compete for it.

Even if Harry has the highest score after the Triwizard Tournament, he can only be ranked second at best.

But before the competition, everyone knew in their hearts who the champion of the three-way battle would be.
That is Harry Potter, the most outstanding young wizard of our time.

After Harry obtained the dragon egg, Ludo Bagman summoned the four warriors to the tent and addressed them:

"You've done a great job. Now, I have a few words to say to you."

第2个项目将于明年2月24日上午9:30开始，在此之前你们可以休息很长一段时间，不过我们要留一些问题给你们考虑。

If you look down at the golden eggs you're holding, you'll find that they can be opened.

You must decipher the clues provided by the golden egg, which will tell you what the second project is so that you can be prepared.

Alright, everyone, are you ready? You can go now.

………………

Time flies, and Christmas is just around the corner.

The weather was sunny and clear that day, with not a cloud in the sky. The warm sunshine made the cold winter feel a little warmer.

During the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall's annoyed voice rang out:

“Mr. Weasley, can you please pay attention? This is an important matter.”

Ron was startled and quickly looked up, sat up straight, and looked at Professor McGonagall seriously.

Professor McGonagall nodded and smiled in satisfaction, cleared her throat, and slowly swept her serious gaze over each student before speaking:
"Students, you must have all heard that the annual Christmas ball is just around the corner."

This ball is no ordinary event; it's an important traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a perfect opportunity for Hogwarts to exchange ideas with Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

She paused slightly, then continued:

"It needs to be made clear that the dance is only open to students in fourth grade and above."

However, if you'd like, you can also invite a younger student as your dance partner.

At this point, the classroom erupted in chaos. Lavender Brown's sharp, silly laugh was particularly jarring, while Parvati excitedly grabbed her hand, and the two whispered something to each other.

Professor McGonagall frowned slightly, her gaze sweeping over them like lightning. The classroom quickly returned to silence, and once it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop, Professor McGonagall nodded in satisfaction and continued:
"On the night of the ball, everyone must wear formal gowns, as a sign of respect for the ball and other school guests."

The ball will begin promptly at 8 p.m. on Christmas Eve in the Great Hall and end at midnight. Remember, this is not just a joyous gathering, but also a moment to showcase the brilliance of us Hogwarts students.

On the day of the dance, everyone should be both elegant and carefree. As representatives of the host school, I hope that each of you will present your best self.

I say this because dancing is the most important thing at a Christmas ball.

Upon hearing that they could dance, many young wizards became excited, especially the couples.

Everyone started discussing and asking their friends who they would invite to the dance.

Harry was taken aback when he noticed many little witches looking at him, realizing he wouldn't have a moment's rest for the next few days.

Professor McGonagall spread her arms and gently pressed them down, signaling the young wizards to quiet down.

"Hogwarts has been highly respected in the wizarding world for nearly a thousand years, and I will not allow you to tarnish its reputation overnight."

I'm warning you all here: don't chatter and jump around at the dance. Don't make a fool of yourselves.

Dancing is about making your body move nimbly. Every girl has a swan inside her heart, and every boy has a lion inside his.

"Now, Mr. Potter, come and lend a hand, let's demonstrate to the other students how to dance this beautiful dance!"

Harry was thinking about the saying that every boy has a lion in his heart. Does that lion see Lu Mingfei in its eyes?
If that were the case, wouldn't every boy be a loser?
At that moment, he was taken aback by Professor McGonagall's words. Professor McGonagall, was she asking him to dance with her?

Professor McGonagall had barely opened her mouth when a chorus of jeers rose from behind Harry. For a young wizard of that age, dancing with an old woman was undoubtedly a very embarrassing thing.

If it were Ron instead of Harry, the jeers would have been even louder and more undisguised.

Harry could even imagine the twins using this to mock Ron for the rest of their lives.

Harry stood up, walked forward, and came to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall smiled and nodded, offering a reminder:

"Now put your right hand on my waist, and then follow my dance steps."

Unlike other young wizards, Harry did not dislike Professor McGonagall. In his eyes, Professor McGonagall was a respectable old lady, just like the Ancient One.

Harry placed his hand on Professor McGonagall's waist, and as Professor McGonagall waved her wand, beautiful music gradually filled the classroom.

In the multiverse, Harry has learned many dances for various parties and banquets, including the waltz and fast dance steps needed for Christmas parties.

Professor McGonagall initially tried to guide Harry on how to dance. But as soon as they started dancing, Harry completely took control.

Harry's leather shoes seemed to be under a precise levitation spell, tracing perfect arcs across the polished wooden floor.

As he twirled with Professor McGonagall, the arc of his tuxedo hem was exactly the same as that of the most outstanding dancers.

Whenever the professor took a tentative step, he always responded with just the right amount of force, as if their souls had already danced together a thousand times.

Hermione's quill fell onto the parchment with a thud, and Ron stared, mouth agape, as Harry executed a textbook-perfect closed-form dance transition.

When Harry suddenly bent Professor McGonagall down almost to the ground, her silver hair nearly sweeping across the floor, all the young wizards gasped in surprise.

At the climax of the music, Harry suddenly changed the rhythm, incorporating elements of tango he had learned before.

He slid sideways with the professor, his fingertips lightly touching her back. A look of surprise flashed in Professor McGonagall's eyes, but she immediately followed suit.

The two figures, their shadows intertwined, cast long shadows in the candlelight, like magical runes dancing on an ancient tapestry.

As the last note faded, Harry bowed gracefully, and Professor McGonagall, slightly out of breath, looked on with approval in her eyes.
"Mr. Potter, have you ever received formal dance training?"

Harry nodded. "Yes, it has."

At that moment, thunderous applause erupted in the auditorium, and Seamus whistled and shouted:

"Harry, you should teach dance!"

The young wizards looked at Harry with even more fervor.

After the Transfiguration class ended, Harry was about to leave with Hermione and Ron when Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly rang out behind them:

"Mr. Potter, please stay a moment, I have a few words to say to you."

So Harry told Hermione and Ron to wait outside while he stayed behind to talk to Professor McGonagall:
"Professor McGonagall, is there something you need?"

Professor McGonagall waited until all the students had left before she spoke:

“Mr. Potter, warriors all need to have their own partners, don’t forget that.”

Harry nodded, indicating that he understood. "Of course, Professor, I know that. It's related to the second trial, isn't it?"

“Yes, Mr. Potter, but I’m a little worried about you.”

"Why, Professor? What are you worried about me for?" Harry asked, puzzled.

“You’re so popular, I’m afraid you have more than one partner, which would make things difficult for us.”

Harry: "..."

Harry was somewhat exasperated; he realized that his image didn't seem to be viewed very well by many of the professors, but he explained:

"Don't worry, Professor, I've already found a partner."

"Oh, which lucky little witch is it?"

“It’s Hermione. I think he would love to be my partner and help me through the second test.”

Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief: "So it was Miss Granger. She is indeed a wonderful little witch. You have a good eye."

After Harry left the Transfiguration classroom and met up with Hermione and Ron, the two of them asked curiously:

"Harry, what does Professor McGonagall want to see you about?"

"About having a dance partner for the Christmas ball."

“Oh, I see.” Ron didn’t react much.

But Hermione was different. The otter's eyes lit up, and she patted her chest, saying nonchalantly:

"Harry, do you have a dance partner yet?"

Harry noticed Miss Otter's expectant gaze and replied with a bright smile, "Of course, Hermione."

"Then who is it?" Miss Otter's eyes seemed to gleam.

Harry suddenly placed his hand on Miss Otter's soft hair, stroking it and feeling its exceptionally smooth texture, then asked:

"Beautiful Miss Granger, would you be my dance partner at the upcoming Christmas ball?"

Miss Otter, of course, wouldn't refuse, or rather, he had been waiting to say that for a very long time: "Of course, Mr. Potter, I'd love to!"

Ron, who was standing to the side, then realized what was happening. "Wait a minute, you guys have already found dance partners for each other. What about me?"

“Then you’ll have to work hard, Mr. Weasley,” Harry and Hermione said together.

In the following period of time, after all the little wizards learned about the Christmas ball, many little witches mustered up their courage and came to invite Harry to be his dance partner.

Of course, since the first few little witches invited him, many of them knew that Harry already had a dance partner, his good friend Hermione Granger.

But this did not dampen the little witches' enthusiasm; in fact, it made them even more excited.

If Harry didn't have a female companion, they might feel embarrassed after being rejected.

But after learning that Harry had a female partner and that it was almost impossible for them to be together, everyone started making inviting Harry to be their dance partner a regular activity.

In fact, if it actually succeeds, that would be a wonderful surprise.

However, unlike many other little witches, two special little witches thought differently.

Fleur and Ginny were both very unhappy, and they also wanted to invite Harry to be their dance partner.

Perhaps by coincidence, or perhaps by unspoken understanding, one evening Fleur and Ginny appeared together in front of Harry and Hermione.

(End of this chapter)