It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 298 Public Invitation

When Harry came to the auditorium and had lunch with Ron and Hermione, the others did not notice that he seemed to have lost his soul.

The entire Hogwarts students seemed to have just experienced an explosive event. They were all discussing something enthusiastically, even Hermione and Ron were no exception.

"How could she have such guts!"

"I heard girls in France are always so bold."

"I guess there are a lot of girls who want to do the same thing as her, but at most they dare to do it in private."

"You don't need to guess, as long as I know, there are already countless Gryffindor girls who invited the professor to the ball."

"Tsk tsk, she was in front of Professor Silk just now!"

"Ah, shouldn't you be more excited?"

Harry, who was wondering whether to tell his friends about his rejection in order to get their comfort, is now extremely aggrieved.

Ron and Hermione acted as if they hadn't seen him coming back, and they kept chatting with the Gryffindor students around him about things he couldn't understand at all.

Ron didn't notice Harry until Harry coughed heavily on purpose.

Even so, he didn't notice that Harry was in the wrong mood, but said excitedly.

"What a pity you didn't come over with us just now, Harry! You missed a great scene."

Harry grunted sullenly.

"What was that scene? Professor Dumbledore suddenly announced that he was going to be Minister of Magic?"

"It's Beauxbaton's warrior, Miss Delacour invited Professor Forrest to be her dance partner in public!"

"I thought it was something, just..." Harry just finished speaking halfway, when he came back to his senses, he suddenly froze.

"what!"

Go back in time slightly by half an hour.

Sherlock was walking into the auditorium with Silk with a relaxed expression.

"To be honest, I hope that Snape can step up his fitness and knock me down with one punch in the future. This is very good for his body. Although it is impossible for him to do the scene of beating me in hand-to-hand combat in his life, it can also make him feel better. He lived longer."

Silk twitched the corner of his mouth imperceptibly.

"I hope that when you are beaten in the future, you can try to protect your face as much as possible."

Sherlock was very dissatisfied.

"It's boring if you do it like this. I didn't say it. With his physique, even if I train for 20 years, I can hit him ten times with one hand!"

"For your own good, don't say a few words."

On their way to class this morning, they happened to run into Snape who had just returned from exercising outside the castle, which sparked the current topic.

Sherlock felt that he had little to do with the upcoming Christmas ball.

This is a grand gathering for those students who are young and ignorant, and their love is just beginning. He is an old professor who is rushing to three, so how can he think about these things.

It's just that in private, many senior girls have secretly invited him, wanting to be his dance partner at the ball.

Naturally, Sherlock couldn't agree.

Teachers and students dancing together at a ball, even in a relatively open society like the UK, seems too contrary to public order and good customs.

What's more, although Sherlock claims to be three years old, he is actually in his 20s, not much older than the girls who invited him.

But Sherlock didn't tell anyone about being invited.

Partly to protect the self-esteem of those little girls, and partly because this matter is really nothing to show off.

But Silk must not be able to hide it, she will always know some inexplicable things through some strange means.

They walked to the teacher's long table together, where several professors had already sat down, and Sherlock and Silk had just sat down and hadn't picked up their knives and forks. In this way, the girl walked up to Sherlock under the watchful eyes of everyone.

"Good afternoon, Sherlock."

The other professors, including Silk, seem to have not seen Fleur who came to say hello, but if someone observes them carefully, they will find that the corners of the eyes of the professors except Silk are all He kept glancing over here.

Sherlock has never paid much attention to the title of Furong, after all, when they first met, they were not students and teachers.

"Good afternoon, are you comfortable living in Hogwarts during this time?"

"It's a bit cold here, and the air is humid, which I don't like." Furong seemed to never know what it means to be polite. "However, the miscellaneous fish soup made by the house elves in the castle is very good, and it suits my appetite."

"I'll take your word for the elves to take credit for standing up to Dumbledore."

Up to now, their conversations are quite normal, and the gossip professors who have been eavesdropping quietly for a long time are also eating the food in front of them with a dull expression, as if they missed some sweet fruit.

But Fu Rong's next words made the hands of several teachers tremble while holding the fork.

"I thought, could I ask you to be my dance partner at the Yule Ball?"

Her invitation was very generous, without the slightest bit of tweaking like Harry's, or even any shyness.

Not only the professors sitting in the same row as Sherlock, but even the students near the high table, many of them heard what she said.

"Dangdang!"

This is the sound of the silver fork falling on the dinner plate, and it is a series of several sounds.

Among the people around, only Silk's face remained unchanged from the beginning to the end, and he was still sitting next to Sherlock, quietly eating the steak on the plate.

Sherlock himself was surprised too.

Well, he's a beautiful, charming man, he admits it.

But like Furong, there are really few girls who can directly send out invitations in public.

And there was no shy expression on her face, she was generous, as if she was just asking him a difficult magic question.

And Sherlock's reaction was also very quick, without hesitation, he spoke tactfully.

"Sorry, Fleur, I have no plans to go to the Christmas ball with the students."

Hearing his words, Professor McGonagall, who was picking up the silver fork that fell on the dinner plate again, showed a satisfied smile on his face, while the other professors looked regretful.

There was already a buzzing sound like a bee among the students below.

After being rejected in public, Furong didn't show much embarrassment, she just said again in an emphatic tone.

"This is Fleur's invitation to Sherlock, and it has nothing to do with the status of students or professors."

(End of this chapter)