Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

In the common room, Sniff Wallen received special treatment.

After sending away a group of people who came to watch the excitement, Harry and the others sat in their old places in the corner. Both Ron and Hermione were too embarrassed to talk because of the shame that Warren saw. Harry thought about it, still finding it easier to talk to Warren.

"Would you like some candy?" he asked.

Warren shook his head. He took out a box of crackling exploding cards from his pocket, and looked at them with bright black eyes. That means, is there anyone playing cards?

Hermione, who has not spoken all the time, laughed, "Valen, have you still learned this?"

Ron also blinked his eyes and whispered in a secret tone: "I Teach you a new gameplay, my exclusive invention... It’s not a traditional gameplay, nor is it a Bavarian gameplay, look at it!"

He opened the box and quickly built a castle with explosive cards. The foundation said, "Next is the Second Layer, which keeps stacking up. At this time, your hand must be steady...oh..." Ron stretched his face, because the castle's Second Layer had already started to sparkle.

Valen leaped deftly from the table, jumped into Hermione's arms, and looked back at the two humble castles.

"peng!"

Ron's castle of cards exploded, and a cloud of fire and black smoke rose from the table. Warren watched all this with interest.

Harry and Hermione wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. Ron wiped his dirty faces with his sleeves and said happily, "It's actually very exciting, isn't it? Recommend you to join the professor For fun, one person will take one, and there will be a hit in the end. Believe me, I am on your side!" He solemnly vowed to Warren.

"Oh, that's right." Hermione said suddenly. She raised her sniff, letting her eyes face her, "Warren, do you know that hourglass, you gave it to Harry?" She gave Harry a look.

Harry understood, and took out a gray hourglass from his pocket and stretched it out in front of it, "That’s it. I heard Hermione say, uh, she actually only heard Professor Haip mention it once. You grabbed Gringotts Goblin's gems in the middle of the night, and then you were ordered by the professor to return..."

Sniffing and staring at the hourglass for a long time, it has no impression. This thing didn’t have much appeal to it at the time. What's the situation?

Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched the sniffing gestures, guessing, and almost understood the whole thing.

"So, you returned all the gems, but I don't know how, you left the hourglass...I didn't take it seriously when I checked the treasures." Hermione concluded.

Sniffed nodded and continued to sign.

"You have too many babies...don't pay attention to this hourglass." Hermione said grimly, and Warren was nodded, that's right, that's it. Ron stared wide-eyed on the side, staring at the sniffing pocket, "How many things you hide, I can see—"

Warren immediately turned his head away.

"—Okay, I know what you mean." Ron said.

At this moment, Ginny walked over and sat next to Hermione, "Oh, little Valen, it's you..." Hermione was combing her hair. Ginny teased and sniffed, while using a casual tone Asked: "Did you think about it, do you take the initiative to invite your partner or wait for others to invite you? It won't be the last thing left."

Harry and Ron stared wide-eyed on the side, they I am worrying about this. On Friday’s transfiguration yesterday, they completed the classroom homework ahead of schedule-turning the guinea fowl into a guinea pig, so they decided to play a duel game. Harry and Ron were holding two fake wands, Ron had a tinned parrot in his hand, and Harry had a rubber haddock in his hand. They were in the back row of the classroom to compare the sword technique.

Hermione looked at them with an annoyed look. She was sorting out her deformed notes, "Gentlemen, can't you do something that suits your age?"

"You I see, we are practicing the sword technique, emulating the first head Godric · Gryffindor." Ron defended his naive behavior while attacking while Harry was not paying attention.

"Well, do you know Gryffindor's favorite incantion?" Hermione asked lightly.

Harry and Ron stopped and looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Sharp blade, this incantation can add magic power to the weapon, so that the sharpness and tenacious degree of the weapon are greatly improved, just like the effect of curing the cutting spell, of course, it should be even better. . When Gryffindor is holding the Goblin sword, it can easily cut the skin of Dragon.” Hermione explained, completing the last part of the notes.

At this time, Professor McGonagall walked over and looked at the tinned parrot Ron was carrying—Harry’s rubber haddock head was interrupted, and she purse one's lip, without saying anything.

Immediately, she turned and walked onto the podium to announce the news of the Christmas ball to everyone.

"The prom is only open to students above Fourth Year. If you plan to, um... spread your hair and relax yourself," Professor McGonagall paused, saying disapprovingly: "You have to find a partner for yourself …Of course, it’s okay to invite lower grade students…"

Lavender · Brown gave out a harsh smirk, but she was not alone. Parvati · Patil stabbed her hard, and they both turned around. He looked at Harry with a face. In fact, more than half of the girls in the class were looking at Harry at this time, and Harry had never felt such a fierce gaze.

After the course, Professor McGonagall left Harry, Hermione and Ron and told them an amazing news.

"You should know." McGonagall said dryly.

Harry looked at Hermione as it should be by rights nodded questioningly. He looked at Ron again. Ron was also at a loss. Harry thought that Professor McGonagall left them because of his headlessness. What about his rubber haddock, but now it seems that there is a problem with his understanding.

"Potter, champions all have their own partners--" Professor McGonagall said.

"Partner—what!" Harry took a deep breath, interrupting her.

"Partner, dance partner, whatever you want to understand," McGonagall said. She noticed Harry's blushing and smiled understandingly. "Yes, according to traditional practice, the dance party is composed of champion and their partner. It’s dancing."

Harry was still stunned. He wanted to make a pleasant expression, because Professor McGonagall obviously thought it was a privilege and honor of champion, but he just imagined wearing it for a moment. With a funny picture of wearing a top hat and a tuxedo, I can’t wait to throw this honor out.

Perhaps Ron would like it, Harry thought, but he soon realized that Ron was also one of the champions, as well as Hermione.

When they came out of the classroom, Harry and Ron were a little listless, which made them not find Hermione who was equally worried. Professor McGonagall’s last words were like a whip on their hearts, crackling in their hearts. Chaos——

"As the most important representative of the school, you must do what everyone expects. Therefore, you must find yourself a partner."

When the auditorium left, Ron said bitterly: "You are actually good to say, Harry, you have always been popular. The girls can't wait for you to invite them. Maybe...someone else invites you. I'm more difficult. Yes, and also, did you hear what Professor McGonagall said? Everyone must wear a formal robe... Damn, I have such a grandmother embroidered dress..."

Actually, Ron’s words are very Makes sense, Harry was indeed more popular than he thought. On the second day—that is, this morning, when he and Ron were having breakfast in the auditorium, a Third Year curly-haired girl from the Hufflepuff house invited Harry to the Christmas ball, and he hadn’t even spoken to her before.

The scene was a bit awkward. He was discussing with Ron about his dancing partners, and they were all worried about it. Ron even pessimistically suggested using the imprisonment spell to put one back, "Don't use the largest incantion of formidable power." Ron said with deep feeling.

Harry let out a chi chi laugh, and put pumpkin porridge in his mouth when the girl came over to him and invited him.

"Oh, uh, what did you say... I'm sorry, I haven't figured it out yet." Harry looked at her in surprise, and because it was too sudden, he refused not even think.

The girl walked away with a hurt expression on her face.

After that, Hermione, who hurried downstairs, took them to the station of Ifamoni, "We are thinking about the dance partner, Hermione!" Ron complained at the time, but Hermione was away from Christmas. The prom also dismissed his excuses for half a month. Harry and Ron both had the thought of avoiding, so they followed Hermione-until they squatted in the Ifamoni station two hours before they were extremely bored.

If you ask him now, Harry wouldn’t say whether it’s more terrifying to raise upwards to fight Dragon, to invite dancing partners, or to squat for two hours in World of Ice and Snow, but the terrifying thing is that it’s now at night. He was ready to take a bath and sleep after sniffing Varen, and Ginny's question pulled him back to reality.

...

When he tossed in bed at night and couldn’t sleep, what Ginny said to Hermione echoed in his mind: "Did you think about it? It's an initiative to invite a partner , Or wait for others to invite you? I won’t be left in the end."

He originally had a name in his heart, but he knew that it was just his own random thoughts, but a secret thought told him, Wan One, what if Cedric didn't invite Qiu, that Collins is also pretty, isn't it?

But now, he is not so sure.