HP Magic Biography

In fact, Ron, who was talking nonsense, was naturally the one who suffered. Professor McGonagall's invitation was not so easy to refuse.

It's not a common thing to dance with Professor McGonagall on your arm, it's the treatment of the headmaster of Hogwarts.

The last week of term has become increasingly rowdy.

Rumors about the Yule Ball were flying around, but Van Lin didn't believe them all - for example, Dumbledore had bought eight hundred casks of spiced mead from Lady Rosemart.

That sounds like it might be true, and he's already booked a sister. In fact, who or what that very... or weird sister is, Van Lin has no idea, he's never owned a wizarding radio, but, from the ecstasy of those who grew up listening to wizarding radios Jiner deduced that it was a famous singing group.

Some teachers, like Professor Williver, stopped lecturing when he saw that the hearts of his students were flying to nowhere. He allowed the students to play games in other classes, and he himself took most of them. The time was spent talking to Potter about the ingenious flying spell that Potter had used on Potter's first mission, the Triwizard Tournament.

Other teachers are not so generous.

Professor Bincy, for example, went on and on from the part of his notes on the Goblin Rebellion--as if he wouldn't stop lecturing even if he were dying.

So they thought it was impossible for something as small as Christmas to stop him.

In fact, Fan Lin has never understood why Professor Binns is so sharp...how amazing! His goblin rebellion, so bloody and violent, sounded like Percy's Cauldron report - long and smelly.

Professor Moody was in class until the last second when get out of class was about to end, and Snape was of course no exception.

He looked at the class maliciously, as if warning them that in the last class of the semester, he would use them to test their ability to detoxify poisons.

Damn it, Ron said bitterly that night in the Gryffindor common room, final day of quizzes and end-of-term holiday fun all over with a whole lot of review gone.

Hmm...you wouldn't torture yourself like that, would you? Hermione said, looking up at him from the potion notes she was reviewing.

Ron is busy building his paper fort out of exploding cards - much more fun than playing mags because the whole fort can explode at any moment.

It's Christmas! said Harry lazily, reclining in his easy chair by the fire and reading Flying With a Cannon a tenth time.

Hermione looked at him seriously too. I thought you were doing something constructive!

Like what? said Harry, looking at Joggins with a short club tied to a Percy Castle Bass pursuer in Cannon.

Eggs! Golden eggs! Hermione hissed.

Well, Hermione, I'll find out on the twenty-fourth of February, said Harry.

He kept the golden eggs upstairs in a trunk, which he hadn't opened since the victory party on his first mission. After all, it was two and a half months before he needed to know what all those screaming wails meant.

It might take weeks! said Hermione. If everyone knows what the next task is, you will be like a fool if you don't know it!

Leave him alone, Hermione, he needs to rest, said Ron, placing the last two cards on top of the fort before the whole thing exploded, burning his eyebrows.

Don't worry, Hermione. Fan Lin said, Perhaps, I probably...

Harry has to find the clues by himself. Hermione said angrily, she seemed to have forgotten how she helped Harry.

Fan Lin smiled embarrassingly. On this kind of issue, it is undoubtedly irrational to argue with Hermione.

It's beautiful, Ron...it goes with your dress, really.

Fred and George were talking from a distance, they walked over and sat down at a table with several people,

That's when Ron felt he was taking things seriously.

Scorched eyebrows and bad lace clothes.

Ron would never forget Mrs Weasley asking the owl to bring over the box of clothes one morning...

Ron, can we borrow your Pee Wee Army? George asked.

No, it's delivering the mail now, said Ron. What's the matter?

Because George wanted to invite him to the dance, Fred said wryly.

Because we're sending letters, fool, said George.

Who do you keep writing to? said Ron.

If you're meddling... stick your nose out, Ron, or I'll burn you too, Fred said, threateningly waving his wand.

Fan Lin guessed that it was probably Bagmon, and they made a lot of money in the Quidditch World Cup.

Fan Lin just wanted to say that he could lend the owl out, but Fred's next words choked him back.

So... have you all found a partner yet?

No. Ron said dejectedly.

Okay, you'd better act quickly, old friends, or the good ones will be invited away by others. Fred said.

Who are you going with? said Ron.

Angelina, Fred blurted out, not at all embarrassed.

What? Ron asked in surprise. You already invited her?

By the way, Fred said, turning his head, and called out to the lounge, Hey! Angelina!

Angelina was chatting with Alicia by the fire, when she turned her head and looked at him.

What is it? she responded.

Want to go to the prom with me? Angelina looked at Fred appraisingly.

Okay, she said, turning back to chat with Alicia again, a small smile on her face.

You see? said Fred to Harry and Ron. It's easy.

He stood up, yawned and said, We'd better use the school owl, George, come on...

They are gone.

Ron stopped thinking about his eyebrows, looked at the smoking remains of the castle, and then at Harry.

It's time for us to act...invite someone. He's right, we can't invite a pair of troll-like girls.

Hermione spat angrily. A pair of what... say it again?

Okay—you know, said Ron, shrugging. I'd really rather go alone—if I had to go with Eros Miller.

Her nose looks crooked, said Ron.

Oh, I see, said Hermione, her hairs bristling with rage. 'So in a nutshell, you're looking for the best looking girl, even if she's scary?

Er - yes, almost, said Ron.

I'm going to bed. Hermione interrupted him, and walked towards the girl's stairwell without saying anything.

The others were stunned.

For example, Fan Lin and Harry.

Ron easily provoked Hermione's anger, which was well known to everyone, but this time it seemed that he really angered Hermione.

There is no doubt that this is because of Ron's words, judging people by their appearance, which is undoubtedly a kind of harm to a girl.

To be precise, any normal girl would be angry because of such a thing.

There is no doubt that this has greatly hindered Fan Lin's actions, and Hermione was so angry that he included him in it.

This made Fan Lin a little confused, but the fact was that Hermione didn't show up for several days in a row.

Maybe I should learn from Fred? Fan Lin thought so more than once, but it was a bit too embarrassing to be invited in front of so many people.

As the Hogwarts staff want to impress visitors from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, they have decided to bring out the castle at its best this Christmas.

It wasn't until the decorations started to go up that Harry realized it was the most amazing thing he had ever seen in school.

Icicles were fastened to the banisters of the stairs, and the twelve Christmas trees stood in the Great Hall as usual, decorated with everything from shiny hollow berries to golden owls that really hooted and sang What about carols.

Listen to Oh, come on, all sincere.

It felt really different.

Several times, Filch had to pull Peeves out of his armor.

(Peves likes to hide there and write lyrics for the songs with his own lyrics, but the words are crass as hell.)

Harry still hadn't invited Cho to the ball.

Both he and Ron were getting very nervous now, and although Harry had said that Ron would look silly with a partner, Harry should have picked first with the other champions.

I want Weeping Myrtle to go too, he said gloomily, referring to the ghost haunting the girls' restroom on the second floor.

Harry - we've got to try it quickly.

Ron said Friday morning that it sounded like they were planning to break through an impregnable fortress.

When we get back to the common room tonight, we'll all have partners - okay?

Uh...okay, said Harry.

But every time he watched Cho—at recess, at lunch, on his way to History of Magic—she was always surrounded by a crowd of friends.

Didn't she go somewhere alone? Maybe, he could hide on her way to the bathroom, no, that's impossible - she seemed to be escorted by four or five girls to the bathroom.

But if he doesn't act right away, she will definitely be invited by someone else.

Harry found he couldn't concentrate on Snape's detox quiz, and he kept forgetting to add one important ingredient...a bazo.

That means he gets low grades, but he doesn't care, it's a regular thing anyway.

He was thinking about how to muster up the courage to do what he wanted to do. As soon as the bell rang, he grabbed his schoolbag and rushed to the cell door.