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Chapter 299 Forbidden to be happy!

Sherlock didn't want to reject Fleur in front of so many people, embarrass her or anything.

But in the same way, it is impossible for him to agree to her request.

"I'm sorry." His expression was serious, "I think you can invite other more outstanding students to be your dance partner, Furong, I have no plans to dance with anyone at this year's Christmas ball."

No matter how generous she was on purpose, and being rejected by Sherlock twice in a row, she would inevitably show a frustrated and sad expression at this time.

"Are you deliberately making this excuse to reject me?"

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"I don't deny that I'm rejecting you, but it's not an excuse. I really don't intend to dance at the ball. Besides, I don't know how to dance at all."

Fleur looked a little unwilling now, she glanced at Silk who was sitting next to Sherlock, opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but she still didn't say what she wanted to say, and left with a disappointed face.

She obviously had no intention of continuing to eat lunch, and left the auditorium directly.

And after she left, the students in the entire auditorium were like a fried frying pan, and almost everyone was talking about what happened just now.

The professors sitting at the long table on the high platform couldn't talk freely like the students because Sherlock was next to them, but Flitwick sighed with a smile on his face.

"Sherlock is really popular, whether he was a student or a professor now, he is equally popular."

Sherlock pursed his lips without complaining.

Are you really sure that the student Sherlock is attractive?

He ignored Flitwick's good-natured teasing, but turned his head to glance at Silke, and didn't see any strange emotions from her calm expression.

"She likes you."

Just when Sherlock turned to look at her, Silk suddenly said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Sherlock touched his forehead helplessly.

"It can't be called liking, right? Maybe it's because I saved her once. Although this kind of hero saving the beauty plot is vulgar, it does make her feel good about me."

"Then what do you do to her?"

Hearing her question, Sherlock couldn't help but squint.

"What are you asking? Doesn't my refusal just now show my attitude?"

"She is in the seventh grade now, and she will graduate at the end of this semester. By then, she will no longer be a student. If she still expresses her affection for you, will you still refuse?" Silk's voice was very flat, as if It's like asking a trivial thing.

Sherlock said without hesitation.

"You know I'm not a twitchy person. If I really liked her, even if she's still a student, I wouldn't have rejected her so directly just now. Of course I can't say anything about the future, but I'm sure right now." Just treat her as a little girl who needs education, nothing else."

But Silk was very dissatisfied with his words, and lightly wiped the corners of his mouth with the tablecloth, then stood up from the chair.

"You are not twitchy, but there is no more hypocritical person in Hogwarts than you."

After speaking, she left the auditorium alone.

Only Sherlock was left staring, with a look of grievance on his face, he vented his temper on the sausage on the plate, and muttered at the same time.

"Who am I provoking?"

Fleur's invitation to Sherlock was rejected.

But after returning to the Gryffindor lounge, Ron and Hermione finally knew that Harry was also rejected.

Ron smacked his lips.

"There's not much time left. The Christmas ball is less than three days away. We must find a dance partner, otherwise we will be laughed to death by other boys."

Harry supported his chin with his hands in distress, as if he hadn't shaken off the sadness of being rejected by Qiu Zhang.

Hermione, who was still reading a book at the side, reminded them without raising her head.

"You really need to find your dance partners as soon as possible. The girls in Gryffindor are almost exhausted. There are more boys than girls."

Harry was immersed in his emotions, and he hadn't heard anything about Hermione's words, but Ron did hear something different.

"You have found a dance partner too!" He asked in shock.

Hermione frowned disapprovingly.

"Is it a strange thing that someone invited me?"

"Who is it? Neville?" Ron showed full curiosity.

At this time Harry also reacted, he also looked at Hermione with the same shocked eyes, as if he saw something unbelievable.

"We don't know why!"

Hermione held her head high and put the book upside down on her lap.

"Because you two are arrogant, arrogant, and stupid enough!"

Neither Harry nor Ron felt angry after being scolded. They were still curious about who invited Hermione to be a dance partner.

But Hermione never lets go, unwilling to tell them, probably they will only find out on the day of the dance.

In the end, Harry and Ron could only find a way to find a dance partner to go to the dance on their own. Although they didn't ask for it all the time, they both still had Hermione as a guarantee in their hearts.

Three days passed quickly.

On the morning of Christmas, just as Harry was woken up by Dobby who came to visit him, the whole dormitory was opening their Christmas presents.

Sherlock also came out of his office early.

He looked at the lawn that had been covered with thick snow outside, and stretched lazily.

Coincidentally, Silk had just come down the stairs at this time and bumped into him.

"Merry Christmas," she said softly.

A smile bloomed on Sherlock's face, and he was just about to reply.

"Merry Christmas"

"You don't need to say your blessings. If you can, you don't have to say Merry Christmas to others today." Her expression was very serious, not like she was joking.

This made Charlotte very puzzled.

"What did you divination?"

Silk's figure paused, and she seemed to think that the excuse Sherlock made up by herself was a good one, so she followed his words.

"Just remember my advice."

Sherlock has never been a hard-headed person, and he especially doesn't doubt Silk's divination talent, which has been undoubted since she was a child.

Since she said that she had better not open her mouth to bless her today, it would be a big deal not to open her mouth, since it was just a matter of one sentence anyway.

(End of this chapter)