A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"You're even more shameless than me."

By the time you're ready, the daylily buds will be cold.

“Hermione, you’re a girl, right?” Ron suddenly said.

“You have a good eye,” Hermione said coldly.

“Then you pick one!” Ron pointed to himself and Harry. “Hurry up and pick one. It’s fine for the boys to go alone, but the girls will be in trouble.”

"Uh... sorry," Aaron said, somewhat speechless, "she's my dance partner."

"What? You two, this..."

Ron stammered and couldn't speak clearly, while Harry stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

The next moment, both of them received a slap on the back of the head.

Professor Snape stood expressionless behind them. "You seem to have forgotten that you're doing homework."

"Hahaha." Hermione couldn't help but laugh, but her laughter stopped abruptly when she saw Snape's dark face.

"Professor, I've finished writing." She placed the parchment in Professor Snape's hand, not giving him a chance to work, and quickly got up and left.

After Snape left, Harry and Ron looked at each other, their eyes filled with determination.

"Listen, we have to find a dance partner no matter what."

"We need to find a dance partner before we go to the common room tonight, okay?"

"agree."

The two kept searching for suitable dance partners in their minds, preparing to shamelessly find an opportunity to invite them.

But they didn't notice that Snape had returned. Seeing the two talking absentmindedly, he rolled up his sleeves and slammed their heads onto the table.

Chapter 376 Both Rejected, What a Pair of Unfortunate Brothers

"Have you found any clues about that golden egg?" Snape asked Aaron seriously in the Potions professor's office.

"Found it. The difficulty of the second project is breathing underwater for at least an hour."

“The Bubble Head Charm,” Snape said. “You can go to Professor Flitwick and he’ll teach you the spell. With your talent, you can definitely master it before the match.”

If you find that troublesome, I have some herbs in my private storage room that might help.

“Uh…” Aaron raised an eyebrow slightly, “Thank you for your concern, Professor, but I think I have a better way.”

Don't push yourself!

“Not at all.” Aaron waved his hand and led Abe out of the office.

As he walked into the foyer, he saw Cedric talking to Fleur and curiously went over to them.

“Gaius,” Fleur greeted him familiarly.

What are you talking about?

“It’s a golden egg, of course,” Cedric said with some pride. “I finally managed to decipher the clues inside.”

"You didn't untie it while taking a shower, did you?" Aaron sneered.

Cedric's expression froze instantly. "You didn't untie it too, did you?"

“Is it difficult?

Wait, you didn't really undo it while showering, did you?

Cedric smiled sheepishly. "I was trying to eliminate its noise, and since it happened to be in the prefect's private bathroom at the time, I dipped the golden egg in to test it out."

“Krum has also untied it,” Fleur said casually. “Someone in Beauxbatons told me he’s been practicing diving lately.”

It must be said, Durmstrang's ship was truly an excellent training tool.

"Has Harry untied it yet?" Cedric asked curiously.

"In my judgment, there shouldn't be any."

Knowing him as I do, he wouldn't consider something like this before the Christmas ball.

"That's really quite willful," Hibiscus said dismissively. "What do you think of the clues in the golden egg?"

"Mermaids, the mermaids in the Black Lake will steal our most precious possessions." Aaron didn't voice his speculation: the mermaids might not be stealing possessions, but rather the people themselves.

If nothing unexpected happens, the boys will be rescuing their respective dance partners from the Black Lake, while Furong will likely be rescuing her own younger sister.

"I think so too. The key is how to breathe underwater for an hour."

Delacour and I decided to use the Bubble Head Charm, which would allow us to get enough oxygen underwater.

What about you? What are you planning to do?

"It's a secret." Aaron's lips curled into a slight smile, his expression enigmatic. "The magic I'm going to use will consume more energy than the Bubble Head Charm, but it's the most practical."

"What kind of magic?" Fleur asked curiously.

"I already said it was a secret."

By the way, Miss Delacour, you're not a student at Hogwarts, so there are some things you might not know.

There are more than just mermaids in Blackbeard. If you have time, you can ask Hagrid; no one knows the dangers better than him.

Furong paused for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully. "Why are you telling me this? Shouldn't we be rivals?"

"Because of my sister's unreasonable demands," Aaron said wearily. "You're the last ones to pass the competition, so you'd better perform well and not cause me so much trouble this time."

Furong's lips twitched slightly. "She really has no sense of romance!"

"Heh!" Aaron rolled his eyes. "I'm only fourteen. Why would I need to know so much about romance?"

"Hmph! The fact that you can say that shows you know a little bit about things."

"So what? I'm just a fourteen-year-old kid."

"This is the first time I've ever seen a child who can fight against several adult fire dragons."

......

Cedric stood there, stunned, and inexplicably felt that his presence was somewhat out of place.

"How about... I excuse myself for a moment?"

"No need, if anyone should be avoiding me, it should be me!" Aaron said, waving his hand. "See you at dinner!"

“Miss Delacour,” Ron’s voice suddenly came, “may I invite you to be my dance partner?”

His voice was so loud, almost a shout, that it was hard not to notice him.

The hall fell silent. Everyone stared at Furong with curiosity, wondering if the melon was guaranteed to be ripe.

"You idiot." Aaron rolled his eyes and said speechlessly, "If I were you, I would have asked somewhere where no one was around, at least I wouldn't be as embarrassed as I am now."

“This only proves that Delacour is still very charming,” Cedric said with an awkward laugh.

"Perhaps! But I'm more inclined to believe it was someone who was lustful at first sight."

Upon hearing this, Ron blushed and looked humbly at Fleur Delacour, anxiously awaiting her reply.

Furong smiled sweetly, making Ron feel a little numb, and a silly smile appeared on his face.

This time it's a sure thing; Fred's words made a lot of sense.

No time like the present. With such a great dance partner as Fleur, Ron Weasley will definitely be the most dazzling guy at the ball.

“Gaius.” Fleur suddenly looked at Aaron, her eyes filled with amusement and teasing, “I wonder if you need a dance partner right now?”

What the hell!

Aaron stared in astonishment, his eyes wide, momentarily speechless.

He didn't answer immediately, but silently mourned for Ron for a second.

What is a large-scale social death scene? This is it.

Turning his head, he saw that Ron was indeed under a dark cloud, and he looked like he was in a state of unprecedented dejection.

"Uh...sorry, I already have a dance partner."

"That's a pity." Fleur shook her head regretfully and walked straight past Ron without even glancing at him.

"Sigh!" Aaron sighed, walked up to Ron, whose eyes were vacant, and helped him walk step by step toward the Gryffindor common room.

"How could this happen? Why would I say such a thing?"

"You're a man, can't you stop being so fragile?"

"Aaron, believe me, I really lost control just now," Ron said, covering his face in pain, almost pleading.

"I believe you, I believe you," Aaron said dismissively, but he didn't believe it at all. He just felt that Ron had suffered a serious blow and was trying to deceive himself.

It's true that Furong has Veela blood, but that's only a quarter of her blood.

This bloodline might make her more attractive, but not to the point of being alluring.

Just then, Harry walked over, looking dejected. Aaron sensed the same slump on Ron's face and asked incredulously, "You confessed your feelings, or... did your invitation fail?"

Harry nodded blankly, walked to Ron's other side, and took his arm. "What's wrong with you?"

He invited Fleur Delacour to the Christmas ball.

"got rejected?"

"Pretty much, but much more serious," Aaron said, suppressing a laugh. "He extended the invitation in the lobby in front of at least twenty people, and then... his dignity was shattered."

"Hiss!" Harry gasped. "You're too brave!"

Ron, on the verge of tears, gasped for breath and said, "I don't know what happened. She was talking to Aaron and Cedric when I suddenly lost control and extended the invitation."

“It’s not your fault, Ron,” Harry comforted him. “She has Veela blood, and she was probably going to cast a spell on Cedric or Aaron, and you just happened to walk right into it.”

"To cast spells on two wizards who are no less powerful than her in the foyer—that's incredibly audacious!"

Harry seemed not to hear Aaron's teasing and continued, "But she wasted her time this time. Aaron has Hermione, and Cedric has Cho Chang."

"Wait, how do you know that Cedric and Cho Chang went to the ball together?"

You didn't go and invite her, did you?"