HP Magic Biography

The genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! Others. ha! No wonder! She just didn't want to go with Neville... I said, who would?

Hush! said Ginny, exasperated, don't laugh—

Just then, Hermione crawled in through the hole in the mural.

Why don't you two eat? she said, coming over.

Because—oh, come on, the two of them—because they invited girls and they were turned down! said Ginny.

That really shut up Harry and Ron.

Thank you so much, Ginny, said Ron angrily.

Have all the pretty girls been invited, Ron? said Hermione proudly. Eros∽ seems to be getting better and better, don't you think? Well, I believe you will find a dance partner in the end.

Ron, staring intently at Hermione as if suddenly in a new light. Ron, Neville was right - you're a very... girl.

Oh. Noticeable, eh? she said sharply.

Well—you can go with any of us!

No, I can't, interrupted Hermione.

Well, well, he said impatiently, we need a partner! It'll be embarrassing if we don't have one, everyone else has...

I can't go with you, said Hermione, blushing, because I've already promised to go with someone else.

No, you're lying! said Ron. You said that to get rid of Neville!

Oh, is it? said Hermione, with a twinkle in her eye. That's because it took you three years to notice, but that doesn't mean no one recognizes me as a girl!

Ron stared at her, then grinned again.

Okay, okay, we know you're a girl, he said, okay? Can you come with us now?

I told you! said Hermione angrily. I'm going with someone else!

Then, she rushed to the girls' dormitory again.

She's lying, Ron said firmly, watching her go out.

She didn't, Ginny said calmly.

So, who's that guy? said Ron sharply.

I won't tell you, it's her business, Ginny said.

Okay, said Ron, resigned to anger, this is getting boring. Ginny, you can go with Harry, and I'll just have to—

No, said Ginny, blushing too. I'm going with - and Neville. He invited me after being rejected by Hermione, and I thought... well... I can't go anyway, and I'm not in fourth year. She looked distressed. look. I want to go eat. She said, stood up and walked to the entrance of the mural, dejected.

Ron stared at Harry with wide eyes.

What happened to them? he asked.

And Harry just saw Paviti and Levande coming in from the mural. Looks like it's time for big action.

Wait, he said to Ron. After finishing speaking, he got up and walked straight to Paviti, Paviti, can you go to the dance with me?

Paviti giggled. Harry was waiting for her to finish laughing, fingers crossed in the pockets of his robes, praying silently.

Well, okay. She finally replied, her face flushed.

Thanks, said Harry, relieved, Levender - can you come with Ron?

She's already with Seymour, said Paviti, and the two of them laughed harder.

Harry sighed.

None of you want to go with Ron? he said, keeping his voice low so Ron could hear him.

What about Hermione Grinzel? Paviti said.

She'll go with someone else.

Paviti was taken aback.

Er—who is it? she asked eagerly.

Harry shrugged. I don't know, he said. What about Ron?

Hey... Paviti said slowly,

I think my sister could... Padma, you know... go and ask her at Werwin Carlos and see if she would like to go.

Well, that would be the best, said Harry. Let me know if you have any news, okay?

He went back to Ron, thinking this partner was more trouble than the ball itself, praying to Paviti. Patty's nose should not really grow crooked.

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Chapter XXIII The Yule Ball

Although there was a lot of homework to be done during the fourth year break, Harry was in no mood to do it when term was over, and instead spent the week before Christmas having fun with the others. Gryffindor Tower is now almost as lively as it was during term, and Fred and George's Canary Cream has been such a huge success that people keep feathering the place for a few days after the holidays start, Before long, however, all Gryffindors had learned to be extremely wary of any food offered to them by anyone else, in case it contained pale yellow cream.

George confided to Harry that he and Fred were now working on something else, and Harry made up his mind that he would never accept anything from Fred and George from now on, not even sweet potato chips. . Because he still can't forget Dudley and his tongue-in-cheek taffy.

Snow fell heavily on the castle and grounds, and the blue Bisbettons looked like a big, cold, frozen pumpkin parked beside the snow-covered gingerbread house— —that was Hagrid's hut; and the portholes of the Damsian were covered with ice, and the equipment was snow-white ice, and the servant elves were scrambling to eat a pile of rich, warm meat in the kitchen. Delicious stew and delicious pudding, only Fulu. Di Lago looked as if he was complaining about something.

These Hogwarts food is so greasy! she heard her say grumpily as Harry followed her out of the Great Hall one night (Ron hid behind Harry, trying to avoid being spotted by Fleur) . My dress doesn't fit anymore!

Oh, what a tragedy, said Hermione briskly, as Fleur walked into the entrance hall. She really takes herself too seriously, doesn't she?

Hermione, who are you going to the dance with? Ron asked.

He kept asking her the question, trying to startle her when she least expected it, but Hermione just frowned slightly and said, I won't tell you, you're just playing tricks on me.

You're kidding, Weasley, said Malfoy, you're not going to tell me someone's taken her out? Is it Madbury with the long molars?

Harry and Ron lingered together, but Hermione looked over Malfoy's shoulder and greeted the others: Hi, Professor Snape!

Malfoy paled and stepped back, his eyes frantically searching for Snape, who was at the table, tasting the stew.

Are you a little detective, Malfoy? said Hermione hurtfully, and she and Harry and Ron laughed heartily as they went up the marble stairs.

Hermione, said Ron, watching her, frowning suddenly, your teeth...

What's wrong? she said.

Oh, that's weird... I just saw...

Of course - do you want me to keep the fangs that Malfoy gave me?

No, I mean...they're all...straight and—and normal size now.

Hermione grinned so mischievously that even Harry noticed it: it was a different smile than he remembered.

Oh... when I ran to Ms. Pomfrey to shrink them, she held up a mirror and told me to spit them up when they were normal, she said, but I But—let her go on a little longer, she laughed wildly, Mum and Dad won't be too happy, I've tried to convince them to let me shrink them for a long time, but they want me to keep wearing braces, you know Yes, they were dentists, and they didn't think teeth and magic would--look!

Behind the Pee Wee Army!

Ron's little owl was squawking wildly on the icicle-laden railing, a roll of parchment wrapped around its leg. People passing by pointed at it and laughed, and a group of third-grade girls spit out, Oh, look at how cute this little owl is!

That feathered fool! Ron scolded, grabbing Pee Wee Jun as he climbed the stairs. Take the letter to the recipient and stop making a fool of yourself!

Pee Wee Jun poked his head out of Ron's fist, hooting happily. The third grade girls were in shock.

Get out of here! Ron urged them, waving the Pee Wee Army he was holding. When it flew into the sky, Pee Wee Jun cried even more happily than before. Take it, Harry, Ron whispered in after the group of third-year girls left humiliatingly. He took Sirius' reply letter from Pee Wee's lap, Harry pocketed it, and the two hurried back to Gryffindor Tower to read it.

Everyone in this average house is too busy letting off more holiday steam to notice what everyone else is doing. Harry, Ron and Hermione sat apart by a black window that was always covered with snow, and then Harry began to read the letter: Dear Harry: Congratulations on defeating the Horntail Dragon - this one puts your Whoever whose name is on the Goblet of Fire list should not be too happy right now! I'm going to suggest you use a spell of Go against Witt because the dragon's weakness lies in its eyes—This is Karen did it! ' whispered Hermione.

——But in my impression, your method is better.

But don't be complacent, Harry, you've only got one job done, and anyone will hand you over - if they want to hurt you, because the game will get more chances, keep your eyes peeled, especially this guy we're talking about At your side, - and doing your best to keep yourself out of trouble. Keep in touch, I'd like to hear about unusual things.

Sirius

He sounds just like Dobby, said Harry quietly, folding the letter and putting it in his coat. Always on the alert! He thought I was banging my eyes against the wall...

But he's right, Harry, said Hermione, you still have two tasks to do, and you should really take a look at that egg, you know, and start figuring out what it means...

Hermione, he's getting old, Ron urged, have a game of chess, Harry?

Oh, yes, said Harry. At this point he noticed the look on Hermione's face, and he said, Come on, how am I going to concentrate with all these noises in the way? I can't think of a hint from the egg in this place.

Oh, no, she sighed, and sat down to watch them play a game of chess with such an exciting partner as Ron, a pair of desperately brave pawns and a very vicious The likeness, so it was very exciting. Harry woke up suddenly on Christmas Day and was trying to figure out what had woken him up suddenly, when he opened his eyes and saw a huge, round, green-eyed thing staring out of the dark Himself, so close that it was almost nose to nose.

Dobby, Harry yelled, crawling away from the elf and almost falling off the bed, don't do that!

Dobby's sorry, sir! cried Dobby anxiously, covering his mouth with his long fingers and stepping back, Dobby just wanted to wish Harry a 'Merry Christmas' and bring him a A present, sir! Harry Potter said Dobby could come and see him often, sir!

It's all right, said Harry, panting faster than before, while his heart rate returned to normal, just prod me, well, don't bend over me like you did...

Harry drew back the curtains, retrieved his glasses from the bedside table, and put them on, his yelling waking Ron, Seymour, Dean and Neville, all of them through their curtains. Seen through the slits, sleepy-eyed and disheveled hair.

Did someone attack you, Harry? asked Seymour sleepily.

No, it's just Dobby, Harry muttered, Go to sleep.

What a... gift! said Seymour, noticing a large pile at the foot of the bed.

Ron, Dean and Neville decided that now that they were awake, they might as well get out of bed and open presents.

Harry turned back to Dobby, who was standing tensely beside Harry's bed, still worried about the troubles he had caused Harry, with a Christmas tree tied in the hole at the top of his teapot. stuff.

Can Dobby give Harry his gift? it asked tentatively.

Of course, said Harry, well, I have something for you too.

It's just a lie, he didn't buy anything for Dobby at all, but he opened his suitcase with a quick movement and took out a pair of socks with black bumps, they were the oldest of all his socks The dirtiest one is the dark yellow one that once belonged to Uncle Vernon. The reason they had so many bumps was that Harry had been padding his skates all year, and he took them out and handed the socks to Dobby, saying, Sorry, I forgot to wrap them up...

But Dobby was definitely happy.

Socks are Dobby's favorite thing, sir! said it, tearing off the worn pair from his leg, and putting on Uncle Vernon's pair, I have seven pairs now, sir . . . but , sir...” he said, and, wide-eyed, pulled up both socks so that they reached the bottom of his shorts, “there was a mistake in the shop, Harry Potter, They gave you two identical ones!

Oh no, Harry, why didn't you see that? said Ron, grinning on his bed, which was strewn with wrapping paper. Tell you what, Dobby, come here and get these two, you can wear them together very well, and there's also a kind of pullover.

He tossed Dobby a pair of unwrapped socks and a hand-knitted sweater Mrs. Weasley had just sent him.

Dobby was intoxicated with joy, Sir, that's very kind! it squeaked, with tears in its eyes, and gave Ron a deep look.