The Harry Potter Show Teaser

Chapter 218 Late December

"I always feel that the little guy has other things on his mind. This time, the 'Holy Light Time' is extraordinarily quiet..." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and looked at the door that was just closed, then smiled self-deprecatingly and stroked Fox in front of him said: "It seems that I am indeed old, isn't it Fox?"

Fox enjoyed rubbing Dumbledore's palm very much without making a sound.

"The little guy is right. Someone was beaten in front of him, but he didn't come out to see what was going on. It's not in line with the style of a Ministry of Magic official, is it?" Dumbledore seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be chatting with Fox. murmuring in a low voice.

"Barty Crouch...Winky...Ludo Badman...and...Karkaroff..." Dumbledore whispered the names of several people as he walked slowly towards the position where the Pensieve was hidden.

"Huh?...Barty Crouch...Karkaroff?" Dumbledore took out the hidden pensieve, looked at the silver liquid in it, and suddenly froze for a while, muttering their names while frowning. While pacing back and forth in the room.

"It seems to be about the man I saw in the trial? Which one was it?" After pacing back and forth for a while, Dumbledore still frowned deeply, shaking his head slightly, looking at the Pensieve and whispering: " Just look at everything…”

...The next day, Transfiguration class...

"Hey, Wes! Where did you go yesterday? You didn't come back before we went to bed!" Harry couldn't help asking in a low voice when he saw Wes pinched into the classroom and sat in the seat behind him.

"Turned around casually, and then went to watch the moon." Weiss took out a cloth to wipe the sweat on his face from running so fast and looked at Harry suspiciously: "Why do you ask that?"

"You left so early in the morning, why did you arrive? And why are you sweating profusely?" Ron also looked back at Wes's movements.

"I got up a little late today..." Weiss muttered in a low voice listening to Professor McGonagall's voice announcing the start of class: "So after exercising, I realized that I was going to be late, so I ran over. Fortunately, I was not late."

"Then you and He..." Harry asked suspiciously after seeing Wes's normal expression, but he was interrupted by Wes's coughing, and at the same time, his eyes swept behind him from time to time, looking at him Wink.

Just when Harry felt that he was about to suffer, a very familiar and serious female voice came from behind him: "Potter, it's class time, if you still can't shut up and turn around, then please stand up."

"Yes, Professor McGonagall." Harry hurriedly turned his head and replied loudly at the same time.

"In this class we learn about 'cross-species transformation', which is different from the transformation of animals or dead things into dead things in the past, such as a match into a needle or a turtle into a teapot, and it is also different from the deformation of only the shape of an object, such as wood. It is a relatively advanced transformation." Professor McGonagall glanced at Harry and said: "You also saw it in the first match of the Triwizard Cup just now, another Hogwarts warrior --Cedric Diggory, who turned rocks into Newfoundland hounds to attract the attention of dragons..."

"Let's take a look at the blackboard. This is the cross-species conversion, the precautions required when releasing the Transfiguration Curse. Let's take a look, and then take turns to get a guinea fowl." Professor McGonagall tapped the blackboard with his wand, and instantly appeared She wrote a pair of writing on the blackboard, and then pointed to the chicken coop at the foot of her teaching desk, where a small guinea fowl stayed inside and stared at everyone.

"Okay, everyone watch my actions..."

When the little wizard of Gryffindor concentrated on waving his wand, the time of a class passed in a blink of an eye, only to hear Professor McGonagall clapping his hands: "Attention, everyone, stop, I have a few words to say to everyone."

"The Yule Ball is just around the corner...it's a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to socialize with foreign guests. Well, the ball is only open to students from Year [-] onwards...but you can invite if you want A junior student..."

Professor McGonagall ignored the discussions and screams from everyone in the audience, and clapped her hands again until the whole classroom fell silent before continuing to speak: "Put on your dress robes, the dance will be at [-] o'clock on Christmas night. Held in the auditorium and ends at twelve midnight."

Professor McGonagall looked at the whole class calmly, and said slowly: "The Christmas ball will undoubtedly give us the opportunity...to loosen our hair and relax ourselves." She said in a tone of disapproval.

"But that doesn't mean," Professor McGonagall glared at Lavender, who was already laughing like a flower, and continued: "We will relax the behavior requirements for Hogwarts students. If a student from Gryffindor ends up It pains me to embarrass the school in any way."

"Okay, class is over." Professor McGonagall announced the end of class after finishing speaking. He didn't care about the classroom that had already boiled up, and sorted out the lesson plans, but suddenly paused, raised his head and said to Harry: "Potter, first Don't go, come here, I have a few words to say."

"Weiss, wait for me a moment, I have something to ask you later!" Harry quickly turned his head and said, and ran towards Professor McGonagall on the podium in three steps at a time.

"What?" Weiss felt confused, but he didn't care, but walked to Hermione's table, ignoring the gazes of all the little wizards who were watching or watching the show, and asked with blinking eyes: "Hermione, dance party If so, would you like to be my dance partner?"

"Of course, I'm very happy... No, I don't want to." Hermione replied immediately before the action of lowering her head to tidy up was over, and she raised her head when she saw the house emblem on Weiss' brand new wizard robe. , I was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned cold, and said quickly.

"...Really? That's a pity." Weiss opened his mouth, but didn't make another sound. The two sides looked at each other silently for a long time.After a while, Weiss only said this sentence, and returned to his seat to wait for Harry.

"Did you quarrel?" Lavender looked back at the pale Hermione and whispered.

"..." Hermione shook her head without saying a word, lowered her head and packed her things.

"Shall we teach him a lesson for you?" Parvati said, waving his small fists, "He will definitely not fight us!"

"Don't... let's go, I'm hungry." Hermione still shook her head, packed up her books and dragged the two out of the classroom quickly.

"Hey, I've been waiting for a long time." Just when Wes and Ron were not saying a word, Harry came over and patted him and said.

"Oh, here you are, what do you want to ask me? Ron also said he'll wait for you to come over." Weiss looked at Harry, who was sitting next to him, with a confused expression.

"I want to ask, what's the matter with you? It seems that you were arguing in the first half of the semester last year?" Harry looked into Wes's eyes and asked in confusion.

"Didn't you hear the whole process? Why are you still asking me? Simply put, it's just that the two have different ideas about something. I don't agree with her idea, and she doesn't agree with mine." Weiss shared Spreading his hands helplessly, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the two of them: "Don't you want to imitate Hermione to persuade us to make up?"

"Uh...no!" Harry and Ron looked at each other and replied quickly and awkwardly.

"No? Then no." Weiss glanced at the two of them without delving into it: "My problem with her is different from the quarrel between the two of you. You just misunderstood."

"Okay..." Ron smiled dryly, rolled his eyes and decided to change the subject: "Harry, what does Professor McGonagall want you for?"

"No!... Well, Professor McGonagall just told me to find a dance partner, because I want to lead the dance, after all, I am a warrior..." Harry shook his hand quickly when he heard this, and then he was shocked by the distrust of the two. He said frankly under his gaze: "However, I think finding a prom partner should be very simple, and it will not be more difficult than defeating the fire dragon."

...a week later, early in the morning...

"Hagrid, I seem to be surrounded..." Weiss squatted in Hagrid's cabin, looking out through the small window.

"You told me this because you came in halfway through chopping wood and came in mysteriously?" Hagrid shook his head and said, "Could you be thinking too much? Who will surround you in Hogwarts!"

"But when I was practicing the sword, I did notice someone secretly watching me!" Weiss pointed to the pumpkin patch behind the hut.

"Really? Could it be that you feel wrong?" Hagrid looked around the window with distrust on his face, and after a while he breathed a sigh of relief: "Just say you are overthinking, no one!"

"But... Meow! There are so many people! You tell me that I am being overwhelmed?" Weiss frowned and wondered, but just as he said a word, a group of wizards came out from various shadows.

"Are they Beauxbaton's students?" Hagrid looked at you for a while before confirming, and then he became confused again: "Why are they secretly looking at you?"

"Who knows! Huh? Wait a minute..." Weiss suddenly noticed a small shadow passing by Hagrid's cabin, quickly opened the window a crack, and shouted in a low voice: "Gabriel! This way! Gabriel! can you hear me?"

"Huh? Someone called me?" Gabriel grabbed a long-haired witch who was holding her hand, and looked around.

"Don't think about it, no one will be here in the early morning." The witch touched Gabriel's little head and said: "Okay, the Forbidden Forest has also turned around, and now you can see the carriage, you have to be obedient Do you know? Sister, I still have to prepare for my next project!"

"Fleur! Fleur! This way! This way!" Weiss realized that this was also someone he knew when the witch turned around, so he opened the window a little wider and his voice was slightly higher.

"Huh? Yo! It's you!" Fu Rong looked around suspiciously when she heard the voice, and immediately lowered her voice to greet Weiss, and at the same time kept looking around, making sure no one paid attention to this When he was at the side, he carefully walked over with Gabriel.

"Come in first!" Weiss opened the door a crack and pulled the two girls in.

"Well, what a special room." Furong just came in, looked around, and commented with her mouth curled up.

"This is the owner of the house, Professor Rubeus Hagrid." Weiss introduced to the two women after finding that no one was paying attention through the crack of the door.

"Hi, Professor. I am Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons, and this is my sister, Gabrielle Delacour." After hearing this, Fleur hurriedly dragged Gabriel to salute Hagrid.

"Hehehe, don't be so polite!" Hagrid stroked his beard and said with a smile, "It must be very cold early in the morning. I'll go pour you a cup of hot tea and have some biscuits by the way."

"Then I will trouble you." Furong said with another salute.

"Sister! Is that unicorn hair?" Gabriel hid behind Fleur, and timidly stretched out her little finger to point to a tuft of smooth silvery hair that was randomly thrown into the basket.

"Yes, little guy, do you like it?" Hagrid grabbed the unicorn's tail hair with a smile, and handed it to Gabriel: "If you like it, I will give it to you!"

"...Thank you, Professor Hagrid, but I can't take it, but can you play with it for a while? I won't break it!" Gabriel shrank back, but in the end she couldn't restrain her inner desire , blinking his big eyes and looking at him expectantly.

"Hehehe, what a cute little guy, take it... Guess what this is!" Hagrid touched Gabriel's little head, put the unicorn tail hair in her palm, and pointed to the stove Some broken eggshells beside said.

"This is..." Gabriel leaned over and looked at it carefully.

"Fleur! Don't worry about Hagrid, he's very gentle!" Weiss patted the worried Fleur, frowned and asked, "Why are there so many Beauxbaton witches today? Are you going to the Forbidden Forest for an outing together?" ? But it’s too early, isn’t it? Is it camping?”

"What are you talking about, outing? Camping? It's December now!" Furong turned her head and looked over, her face turned cold when she saw Weiss.

"Then what are they all doing in the Forbidden Forest?" Weiss scratched his head, looked at the Forbidden Forest who was still walking outside the window, and murmured, "Why does it seem like the entire Beauxbatons have been dispatched?"

"Isn't that because of you? Dear Mr. Kabrev." Fleur continued to say with a cold face.

"Me? What does it have to do with me!" Weiss was confused, pointing to his nose and wondering.

"Hmph, it's not that you rejected Hermione's invitation to the dance, they think they have a chance." Furong still had a stinky expression, and she looked at Weiss with disdain in her eyes.

"...Where did you hear the gossip?" Weiss frowned.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Fu Rong's expression was even colder, and her big blue eyes were full of anger: "Do you know what it means to reject a girl in front of a group of people?"

"But the problem is that she rejected me. Don't you even confirm to her when you hear the rumors?" Weiss curled his lips and shrugged as he looked at the few Beauxbaton witches outside the window.

"Huh? What do you mean? Do you think I have the nerve to ask her about such things?" Fu Rong's long and narrow eyebrows also frowned, her eyes fixed on Weiss, trying to see the truth of the matter from his eyes.

"Literally." Weiss reached out and flicked Fleur's deeply frowned brow, then turned to look at Hagrid: "Professor Hagrid, in this case, I won't help you chop wood today, and go back to class first."

"Oh, go ahead." Hagrid supported Gabriel, who was already sitting on his shoulder, and introduced the furnishings of the room to her. When he heard what Wes said, he just waved his hand casually to show that he already knew.

...lunch, near the auditorium...

While walking slowly, Weiss held a piece of parchment and recited the runes that he had just recorded in class. Suddenly, someone slapped him on the shoulder, and at the same time a voice sounded behind him: "Hey, Weiss , do you want to eat?"

"Cedric, please make a noise before you shoot me." Weiss turned his head angrily, and at the same time put the drawn wand back on his waist.

"Hahaha, don't be so nervous! This is Hogwarts!" Cedric patted Wes on the shoulder indifferently, then looked around, and said in a low voice: "Thank you so much, about the first project."

"Harry asked me to tell you, after all, that's the news he got." Weiss rolled his eyes: "It's not because of me alone."

"Hahaha, I'll thank him then!" Cedric was taken aback when he heard this, and then laughed again.

"I declare in advance that I don't know about the second project." Weiss also looked around and lowered his voice.

"No, although I don't know, but that's not what I'm going to talk about." Cedric showed a rare shy expression: "About the Christmas ball, do you think she will agree if I invite Qiu? Do I need some flowers or something?"

"Are you asking for marriage? Aren't you already dating?" Weiss said angrily, "You're going too slowly. She was invited by someone else, so don't blame me for not reminding you!"

"No! She is so gentle, she will definitely not agree to other people... Uh uh uh!" Cedric was excited at first, but suddenly stopped, staring at Weiss with distressed eyes: "Weiss, You can't do that!"

"...!!! Am I this kind of person?" Weiss reacted after being silent for a while, and punched Cedric hard.

"...Well, you're not." Cedric covered his chest with a pale face and looked at Wes, and nodded in silence for a while.

"The silence in front of you is very fatal. Fortunately, she is not here." Weiss's eyebrows were beating violently, and he pressed his heart with one hand and looked uncomfortable.

"But the fact that you don't have a partner makes me feel very uneasy." Cedric's eyebrows were all tangled together.

"Stop, how do you know I don't have a partner?" Weiss frowned, looking puzzled.

"Haven't you been rejected by Miss Granger? The juniors who took the Transfiguration class with you told me." Cedric blinked his eyes and looked at Weiss suspiciously: "Did you invite another ?”

"Not yet." Weiss curled his lips and said helplessly.

"Why don't I introduce someone for you? We Hufflepuffs have quite a few outstanding school girls or school girls!" Cedric said happily, blinking his eyes, "And they're all beautiful!"

"...wait a minute, there is a problem." Weiss pointed his temple with his index finger, circled around Cedric, and then looked around. Sure enough, he saw a black-haired man in a corner. The black-eyed witch.

"I just said that you are not such a gossip." Weiss stared at Cedric suddenly when he saw the figure, and curled his mouth helplessly: "Have you invited Senior Sister Qiu Zhang?"

"Uh...Of course not! I haven't come in time yet!" Cedric was stunned and waved his hands hastily.

"I was discovered by him." Qiu Zhang walked out from the corner, walked to Cedric, shrugged helplessly at Cedric.

"You two are teasing cats." Weiss gritted his teeth fiercely as he looked at Cedric, who looked embarrassed, and Qiu Zhang, who looked calm.

"No," Cedric quickly waved his hands, "Aren't we worried about you?"

"Thank you so much, it's better to have time to choose a matching dress." Weiss rolled his eyes and pointed to Cedric's hand that was still covering his chest: "The injury is not healed yet, don't wear such a close-fitting dress." .”

"How about our little Luna? It matches your blonde hair very well." Qiu Zhang ignored Weiss's diversion of the subject, and directly opened the mouth to bring the topic back.

"...I can't talk today, I haven't seen her last year, okay!" Weiss sighed deeply, ignoring the voices of the two behind him and rushing towards the auditorium.

...at night, in a certain classroom...

"Draco, why did you call me out?" Weiss held the parchment and asked Malfoy who was already sitting inside waiting.

"Oh! Mr. Kabrev! You are here!" Malfoy stood up when he heard the voice, and waved at Weiss: "It's actually not a big deal..."

"Christmas ball?" Weiss thought about today's experience, and then took the conversation.

"Huh? What Christmas ball?" Malfoy took out a big bag in bewilderment: "Here are 1280 gold Galleons, the bet you won on the first event, father asked me to give it to you now."

"Bet?" Weiss leaned forward, opened the pocket and took a look, there was a bag full of Galleons.

"Yes, Potter was very lucky to win the first place." Malfoy gritted his teeth.

"It seems that you pure-blood nobles have made a lot of money." Weiss took out one and played with it in his hand.

"Hahaha, not much." Although Malfoy said this, his eyes were already narrowed.

"How about this, put another 600 coins on Harry Potter." Weiss pushed the Gallon back to Malfoy and said, "Give me the remaining 500 coins, and you take the extra ones first, and then you can buy them later." I might ask you something."

"This is really embarrassing." Malfoy looked at the pile of Galleons in front of him with bright eyes, and was ready to do it immediately: "As long as you tell me, I will do my best!"

"Okay, be careful not to be caught by Mr. Filch, go back and count slowly." Weiss stopped Malfoy and stood up and said, "Just give it to me this week."

"Okay, Mr. Kabrev." Malfoy looked at the pile of Galleons in front of him, still grinning from ear to ear, but when he saw Weiss about to go out, he immediately said: "Kablev Mr. Lev, do you need me to introduce you to a dance partner? Because I heard a rumor, uh, a not-so-good rumor, that mud... the know-it-all lady rejected your invitation..."

"What about you? Have you invited Pansy?" Weiss was stunned and then looked back.

"Of course...but the ending is different from yours..." Malfoy laughed dryly.

"Okay, I'll consider your suggestion." Weiss shrugged, opened the door and walked out.

...the Gryffindor lounge...

"Hermione, you actually agreed to Krum!?" Weiss heard Ron yelling as soon as he opened the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"I said, no." Hermione's cold voice revealed impatience.

"Okay, Ron, we have to trust Hermione, and it's okay for us..." Harry's voice also came out.

"But she is clearly looking at the men's clothing brochure! Is it to buy it for him? You are..." Ron's tone still revealed his irritability.

"Ron! Stop arguing! Wes is back! Come here first!" Harry was the first to see Wes walking into the lounge, and hurriedly dragged Ron over.

"What's the situation? Such a loud voice?" Weiss looked at the two people rushing in front of him in a daze: "Why is Ron so angry?"

"Wess! I'm going to the library today..." Ron's red hair seemed to be on fire, and his eyebrows were straightened up. At the same time, he glanced at Hermione sitting by the fireplace from time to time.

"Wait! You? Going to the library?" Weiss looked at Ron in surprise: "What stimulated you?"

"Don't change the subject! I just want to check the information..." Ron waved his hand and said that he didn't need to care about this matter: "I saw Krum invited Hermione to the Christmas ball! I didn't care at first, But when I came back, I saw her looking at the brochure for men's dresses!"

"And then? You haven't said why you're angry yet?" Weiss poured himself a glass of water and drank while listening.

"...Didn't you understand? She agreed to Krum's invitation!" Ron didn't realize the meaning of Weiss's attitude, and said it again.

"Huh?" Weiss continued to look at the two suspiciously.

"She rejected you to promise Krum!" Ron repeated with his lips curled up helplessly seeing Wes's expression.

"Oh, so what?" Weiss scratched his head and expressed doubts: "She has her own ideas, right? As a friend, shouldn't you respect her ideas?"

"..." Ron opened his mouth and stared blankly at Wes.

"Boom..." Weiss turned his head to look at the source of the sound, and found that Hermione threw a bundle of leaflets into the fireplace, and walked into his bedroom without looking back.

"What's wrong with her? She seems very angry?" Weiss asked the two in a daze.

"I don't know, it was fine just now, maybe it's because we were discussing her." Harry spread his hands, "But we have a place."

"Okay, let's sit down...Speaking of which, have you two found a dance partner?" Weiss sat down and looked at the two people around him suspiciously: "Especially Harry, you are going to lead the dance."

"No." Harry shook his head bitterly: "I thought it would be very simple, but..."

"But the girls are all gathered together." Ron also said with a bitter face: "I originally thought that no one would invite her except you. If there is an emergency, Harry or I can have a dance partner." .”

"Well, in fact, she has already been invited, so come on, you guys." Weiss patted the two of them gloatingly, "Time is running out."

"You don't have a partner either!?" Harry slapped Wes's hand away angrily, rolling his eyes at him.

"I'm not going to the ball anymore." Weiss shrugged and said, "Evelyn has a letter."

"That's your Muggle friend?" Ron thought for a while and said in surprise, "But this is the Triwizard Tournament ball!"

"It's her, you know I don't care about the prom or anything. She said it's her last Christmas as a 'lady' and next year she'll be a 'mama.'" Weiss pulls out a A piece of letter paper waved in front of the two of them: "Although she asked me to invite... Forget it, you can enjoy playing at Hogwarts."

"...Well, how about I go back too?" Harry muttered.

"Hey! You will be beaten to death by Professor McGonagall." Weiss patted Harry on the head angrily: "What did you say about your golden egg? It will be January after Christmas, and it will be soon." It's game."

"...have no idea." Harry blushed instantly and shook his head in embarrassment.

"Show me, I haven't seen it up close." Weiss scratched his head in confusion: "I don't know if it's you playing or me playing..."

"It's as if you can tell at a glance." Harry glanced at Wes with disdain: "When you don't know, I will laugh at you."

"Okay, bring some bets?" Weiss rolled his eyes and looked at Harry who had stood up.

"Okay! What are you betting on!" Harry immediately nodded in response.

"I lost, find a dance partner for you two before I leave." Weiss tapped on the armrest of the sofa: "I won... If you haven't found a dance partner before I leave, then Ron will accompany you to participate Let's dance!"

"Why me!" Ron stood up all of a sudden, glaring at Wes viciously.

"Whatever, Harry is fine." Weiss waved his hands indifferently, and continued to look up at Harry.

"...Forget it, this is my game." Harry was silent for a while, finally shaking his head, and sat down again.

"It's boring." Weiss stretched his waist, buried himself deeply in the sofa, and watched the flames engulf the stack of brochures: "Huh? Ron, this dress may not be for Krum."

"Huh? Why?" Ron also looked over, tilting his head with difficulty.

"Because of the size, these are small sizes. Krum's tall and thin physique should not fit." Weiss pointed to the place on the promotional page that was not engulfed by flames: "Unless the large size has been burned."

"What you said really makes sense!" Ron rolled his eyes and said in disdain: "She is collaborating with the enemy!"

　Delete and write.Delete and write. . .I always feel uninspired. 7800 words, just take a look. . .

　　
　
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