DNF Meets Harry Potter

The next morning, although the game was over, the little wizards were still discussing the Warriors' performance in twos and threes. Especially when Carl and Harry suppressed Fleur and Krum, they were even more excited.

However, Hogwarts is a magical school, regardless of natural or man-made disasters, it will not stop operating at any time.

Under Dumbledore's kindness, the little wizards who had enjoyed an extra half-day holiday got up in the morning and had to accept many upcoming courses.

Even Karl can’t avoid this problem, because the game has come to an end, which means he has no reason to ask the professors for leave.

He looked at the transformation classroom with the door open to him, sighed helplessly and put the required magic book down on top and walked in.

"Find a seat quickly, Mr. Harris! We are about to start class soon!" At this moment, Professor McGonagall had already finished the teaching materials and looked at him urgingly.

"Okay, Professor McGonagall!" Carl nodded at her, and he saw Hermione beckoning to him, there was an empty spot beside her.

It was another boring metamorphosis class. In fact, what Professor McGonagall was talking about while standing at his current level of magic can really be done with his eyes closed.

The content of the fourth grade is so simple.

"Potter! Weasley! Listen carefully, okay?

What I am going to talk about next is very important! Don’t blame me for not reminding you if you mess up! "

Professor McGonagall's enraged hoarse voice stunned Harry and Ron who were gagging. They looked up at her with embarrassment, their faces flushed.

"I have something to announce to everyone--" Professor McGonagall glared at them coldly, and then continued:

"Christmas is coming soon, when Hogwarts will hold a grand ball. This is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament, and it is also one of the few opportunities to communicate with foreign guests.

Students in the fourth grade and above can participate, but you can also invite lower grade students as dancing partners, if you like..."

After listening to Professor McGonagall’s announcement of the ‘significant event’, Harry shrugged disapprovingly. He thought she was going to talk about something major, and it turned out to be a prom.

It has nothing to do with him, he can't dance, and he doesn't want to dance.

"Oh~...tradition again, why so much tradition!"

Harry muttered a little unhappily. He felt that this Christmas party was destined to be much worse than his previous experience.

But he didn't want to participate in the dance, it didn't mean that other little wizards didn't want to.

In fact, Professor McGonagall had just announced the news, and the little wizard in the classroom who had been ailing in spirit instantly became excited.

The dance party is one of the most suitable places for socializing, especially for the little wizards who have just been inspired by the fifteen or sixteen year olds. This means that they can have an excellent opportunity and expecting friends of the opposite **** for the next step. development of.

"It's a prom, but what if I don't know how to dance..." Carl also smashed his mouth. He encountered the same dilemma as Harry. He would dance a fart. If he did, I was afraid that it would attract a while. .

He didn't want to lose that face, social death or something was too terrifying.

But as a warrior, he seems to have to participate in this ball, because the original intention of this ball was originally held for them, which is also in the tradition.

For a while, he was caught in a dilemma.

"It would be great if there was a heaven dancer, even one..."

Carl murmured in a melancholy voice. This set of armor that provided the power of harmony was named after the world's five dances.

Romantic melody waltz, **** free and easy tango, charm rhythmic rumba, fierce joyous tapping, passionate dancing samba.

After collecting a set, it will bring its own BGM, even the sound and two and a half years of practice time are saved, it is worth having... a shit!

A set of backhand dimensional traveler, his combat power can immediately break through the sky!

Although the effect of pulling the hips was a batch, Carl felt that based on the power of time when his magic stone was manifested, this set of equipment might also inherit the effects of those dances.

However, pulling the hips is also the epic of the highest level, and it is estimated that he can't afford it.

Hermione, who was sitting next to him, took a peek at him, and saw that he was lost in thought, her face became a little hot. She unconsciously tapped her quill on the book, and tried to turn her head several times to say something to Carl. The hesitation stopped.

"Hermione, do you know how to dance?" Carl asked the little witch next to him with his elbow on the table, his palm resting his cheek and pursing his lips.

"Ah? What are you saying, can you repeat it again. Sorry, I didn't hear clearly..." Hermione was shocked by Karl's unexpected question, and she asked with embarrassment, touching her face.

"What's the matter with you today?" Carl frowned. It's not like Hermione can do something that Hermione can do. "I said you can dance?"

"Is it about the prom?" Hermione's mind suddenly became active when she heard Karl's question. She raised her head and said proudly: "Of course, I do, like waltz and rumba, who are more common at proms! Cha Cha! I have learned tango and so on!"

"You are amazing!" Carl twitched his mouth. Miss Know-it-all is indeed a Miss Know-it-all, knows a little bit about everything, "Then can you teach me?"

"Huh?" Hermione's eyes widened, and she started to panic a little. She was now bumping into the deer in her heart.

Is this another meaning of inviting her as a dance partner? Although she had long been looking forward to this moment~www.readwn.com~, this fantasy suddenly came true but she was a little caught off guard...

"Of course! Dancing is very simple, you can learn it in a few days at most..."

Hermione forced herself to calm down, took a deep breath and said vowedly.

"Miss Granger, Mr. Harris... Please note that it is class time! If you have anything, you can leave it to the end of get out of class!"

Before Karl thanked him, Professor McGonagall floated over silently like a ghost and stood beside them, faintly angry...

"Ah... I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall! The prom was so sudden, we were just too excited, and we won't be the next time!" Carl hurriedly apologized to her, annoyed Professor McGonagall but there was no good juice.

"I know you are all very excited, but you should also pay attention to the occasion... You can talk about this kind of thing slowly after class, but there is still almost a while before Christmas anyway..." Professor McGonagall's face was slightly weak. A little bit relieved, but still said sternly.