Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

She led Ron out into the empty hallway.

Even here, the excited shouts from inside can still be heard.

Ron stared nervously at Professor McGonagall, wondering what she was going to say to him.

"Weasley, every warrior has his partner!" said Professor McGonagall. "You must invite a dancing partner..."

"Dance partner?!" Ron was taken aback, "What partner, I don't dance!"

"Don't be silly, you have to dance!" Professor McGonagall said irritably, "I'm about to tell you that, according to tradition, the dance is held by warriors and their partners, and you have to find yourself a dancer." Partner, Weasley!"

"I'm not going to dance!"

"You have to dance, it's a traditional practice!" Professor McGonagall said firmly, in an unquestionable tone, "You are a Hogwarts warrior, and as a representative of the school, you must do what everyone expects you to do." To do it, you must find yourself a dance partner. That's all, you go back!"

When Ron came back, everyone was still talking about it.

Everyone is excited, talking about the Yule Ball and dancing partners, and everyone is choosing their goals.

Ivan, who is not qualified to invite others, can only sit there, and he hopes that Hermione can invite himself.

Hermione didn't seem to have this intention, or in other words, didn't plan to invite Ivan when there were so many people.

Now everyone is discussing, but no one hastily acted, everyone is waiting...

Chapter 611 Unexpected Challenge

The news that Hogwarts will host a Yule Ball is like dropping a bomb on calm waters.

In the past, the number of people who stayed in school for Christmas was always a very small part.

This year is different, it seems that all students from the fourth grade and above will stay.

As for the students in the first to third grades, they are also trying their best to stay and enter the dance.

Everyone is obsessed with the upcoming prom, at least all the girls are.

The boys were suddenly surprised to find that Hogwarts accommodated so many girls.

They all dressed up carefully, becoming more beautiful and more attractive than ever.Girls giggling and whispering in the corridors, laughing shrillly every time a guy walks by, exchanging excitedly about what to wear on Christmas night...

"I don't understand these girls!" sighed Ron.

"Yeah, why are they all moving in groups?!" Harry continued, "If it keeps going like this, how can we wait for them to move alone and catch one to make a request?"

At this time, a dozen or so girls were passing by, looking at Harry and Ron, and secretly giggling.

"Perhaps a noose!" said Ron hesitantly. "Have you thought about who to invite?"

Harry didn't answer, he knew exactly who he would like to ask, but not being able to muster up the courage was another matter.

You know, Cho Chang was a year older than him, very handsome, and a very good Quidditch player.

She's also very popular, and seems to be...

"I haven't figured out who to invite, but you should be fine, Ron!" Harry finally said, "You're a warrior, you just defeated the dragon, there should be a lot of people lining up to dance with you."

"I hope, Ivan is definitely with Hermione, so he doesn't have to worry about it!"

Ron's prediction was not accurate at all, and Ivan was also worrying about it.

He originally thought that Hermione would invite him, they had experienced so many things together, he must be Hermione's dance partner.

But in fact this is not the case. Since the day the news was announced, Hermione has not expressed her position on this matter.

She didn't talk to Aiwen about the dance, and even whenever Aiwen brought up this topic, she left directly.

Looking at Hermione's appearance, it was purely as if nothing had happened, concentrating on studying the house elves.

What is going on here, the girl's mind is really hard to guess!

Aiwen realized that it wasn't that she lacked girls' invitations, she just hoped that Hermione could invite him.

With Aiwen's fame and performance in school, he has long become one of the ideal dance partner candidates in the minds of many girls.

Just as he and Colin were rushing to the Transfiguration class, a fifth-year girl from Ravenclaw College took the initiative to invite Ivan to go to the dance with her. This was the third party today. Before that, they had never No words were spoken.

Ai Wen refused without even thinking about it, and the girl walked away, looking hurt.

"Actually, she's quite pretty." Colin said impartially, looking at the girl's forehead and back.

"Forget it, she is much taller than me, I don't like girls who are taller than me!" Ivan replied.

"If only I'd been invited. My brother and I want to go to the ball too."

Colin and his brother Dennis have other worries about the Yule Ball.

Neither of them was old enough and had to find a senior girl who would invite them.

Otherwise, they can't go to the Yule Ball and have to go home.

Or worse, lying in the bedroom on Christmas Day...

Neither Colin nor Dandis gave up and were actively looking for opportunities.

But to be honest, the possibility of them wanting to participate in the dance is very low. The current number of students at Hogwarts is obviously more male than female.

Girls in grades [-] to [-] also face this problem, but their situation is better.

Judging from the ratio of the number of men and women alone, many of them have the opportunity to participate in the ball.

In this case, it is necessary to take the initiative to attack, and the girls in the lower grades are looking for suitable candidates.

For example, Krum is the most popular, and many girls like him because he is a warrior and has a great reputation.

They surrounded Krum, looking for every possible opportunity to rush forward and introduce themselves...

Ginny didn't run around the castle with the girls in her year, looking for popular candidates.

This made Colin very puzzled, but Ivan knew what was going on with Ginny.

She liked Harry, and until now, she wanted to be Harry's dance partner.

That possibility was also very low, and Harry had no idea that about Ginny at all.

He is now muttering with Ron every day, making plans for Ron, and doing some useless things.

"Quiet!" Professor McGonagall patted the desk and said unhappily, "I know what you are all thinking, but please don't bring this kind of emotion into the classroom. If anyone is not paying attention, I will send them Please get out!"

The blackboard is full of words. The main content of this class is: how to adjust the transfiguration spell when performing cross-species conversion.

This is very important content, but everyone didn't pay attention to it.

Professor McGonagall said something, and after seeing that everyone was concentrating, he continued to turn around and explain the knowledge points.

When practicing in groups, she did not let the students idle until the last second before get out of class ended.

As Christmas approaches, it becomes increasingly difficult for students to settle down.

It is becoming more and more difficult to concentrate and listen to lectures with peace of mind.

Some teachers, such as the little Professor Flitwick, simply stopped teaching when they saw that the students were obviously absent-minded.

But many professors, like Professor McGonagall, are not so easy to talk to.

For example, nothing can divert Professor Binns' attention, and he continued to trudge through his pile of goblin rebellion notes. The students speculated that since Professor Binns did not let his own death stop him from continuing to teach, There was no way something as small as the Christmas ball could distract him.

Strange to say, it was incredible that he could make a bloody, thrilling goblin rebellion as dry as Percy's report at the bottom of the cauldron.

Not to mention Neep, he adjusted the content of potions classes in all grades to brewing antidotes.

He eyed the little wizard sullenly, and told them grimly that he was going to test their antidote by poisoning one of the students in the last potions class of the term.

Chapter 612 A piece of cake

Of course Snape wouldn't actually poison the students, but he could still put someone in bed for Christmas.

If no qualified antidote is prepared, this risk may occur at any time.

Especially for students above Year [-], they were unlikely to miss the Christmas ball because of Snape's poison.

"He's so bad!" said Ron angrily in the Gryffindor common room. "Quizzing us on the last day and ruining the last bit of term with a lot of homework."

"Well, you're not actually trying too hard, are you?" Hermione looked at Ron from her Potions notes.

Ron was busy building castles with his crackling deck, which was a much more fun pastime than Muggle decks.

If he didn't get it right, the whole thing he built would explode at any moment.

"Come on, Hermione, it's Christmas!" said Harry lazily.

He sat in an armchair by the fire and read "Flying with the Cannon" for the tenth time.

Hermione turned her head to look at him gravely.

"Christmas?!" Hermione said, "If you don't want to lie in a hospital bed with vomiting and diarrhea throughout the holiday, you must concentrate on making the antidote according to Snape's request, and he will definitely poison you, haha Li, he did what he said, and no one can help you!"

"I know!" said Harry nonchalantly, watching as Joel Jenkins of the Cannons slammed a Bludger hard at a Fort Barry Bats Chaser.

"Yeah, if the two of us can't find a partner, maybe we shouldn't be at the bloody ball," said Ron.

"You have to participate, Ron, you're a warrior!" Hermione stared at him angrily.

"I was just joking..." Ron didn't dare to meet Hermione's eyes, and ducked back, signaling that he knew about it.

As Hermione lowered her head to study the Potions textbook again, he asked Harry in a low voice, "What the hell is going on with her?"

Hermione looked even more irritable than usual, clearly writing the words "Don't mess with me" on her face.

"She didn't find a dance partner. I heard from Ivan that the two of them haven't talked about this topic yet." Harry whispered.

Ron nodded knowingly, and placed the last two cards on top of the castle.

With a bang, the entire castle exploded, scorching his eyebrows.

"It's very pretty, Ron, and it goes just fine with your gown," said Fred.

He and George pulled Ivan over. The three of them were just discussing new prank products and how to collect debts from Bagman.

After trying various methods to no avail, they finally asked Aiwen for help.

Although in Ivan's view, it is almost impossible for them to ask Ludo Bagman to pay back the money.

Bagman has long been bankrupt, and he owes a lot of gambling debts, and there is no way to pay them off.

With that money back to Fred and George, he might as well run away.

In the end, Aiwen helped the two of them write a stern letter and prepared to send it.

They sat down at Harry, Ron and Hermione's table, and Ron stroked his brow, examining the extent of his burns.

"Ron, can we borrow Piggy?" George asked.

"What?!" said Ron, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Because George wanted to invite him to the ball," said Fred sarcastically.

"Because we've got a letter to send, you big stupid fool," said George.

"Who do you write to, huh?" asked Ron.

"Don't mind your own business, Ron, or I'll burn your nose too," said Fred, threatening Ron with a wave of his wand. "Why, by the looks of you guys, haven't you found a partner yet?"

This sentence is obviously very sensitive, even Hermione is not pretending to read a book, looking up at Fred with a frown.

"No!" said Ron, shaking his head, which was frustrating.

"I said, buddy, you'd better speed up, or you'll find all the good girls." Fred paused, noticed Hermione's gaze, and had to add, "It's the same with the good boys. It will be chosen by someone else!"

"So who are you going with?" said Ron.

"Angelina," Fred replied without thinking, without embarrassment.

"What?!" Ron asked in surprise, "You already invited her?"

"That's a good question," Frey said, turning his head and calling across the common room, "Hey, Angelina!"

Angelina was chatting with Alicia Spinnet by the fire when she heard the shout and looked over at Fred.

"What's the matter?" she asked aloud.

"Will you go to the dance with me?"

Angelina looked at Fred with weighing eyes, not embarrassed at all.