The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

Hermione's main problem is that she has a bad reputation, which is not a slur.

She is not a genius, and she does not have the amazing innate talents of Voldemort, Dumbledore or even Snape.

Therefore, she could only go in and out every day, devote all her body and mind to studying, and did not engage in unnecessary social interaction at all.

In addition, in the eyes of outsiders, she always looks aloof and might say something that no one wants to hear at any time, such as imitating Professor McGonagall's tone to teach everyone to study hard.

Over time, even her roommates in the dormitory didn't like her very much, and even fewer boys would invite her to dances.

In this case, plus she has determined that she will not be Krum and Ron's dance partner, as well as Link's secret intervention.

As a result, Hermione still didn't find a dance partner until the last moment of Christmas Eve.

Link, who confirmed the news through Harry, breathed a sigh of relief, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose.

But he soon stopped laughing.

Because Emily sent someone again to ask Link to accompany her to dance practice.

This is really a very painful thing for Link.

He has never learned to dance at all!

And Emily is particularly enthusiastic about this matter, and she has to practice with Link basically every day these days.

Sighing, Link finally dragged his exhausted body to the Room of Requirement.

He can also understand a little bit of Emily's thoughts.

Although Emily has attended countless dances since she was a child, this Christmas dance has a special meaning to her.

This could be said to be her and Link's last dance before their engagement, and it was also an opportunity to announce their relationship to their classmates, professors, and even the entire European pure-blood aristocracy.

It's normal for her to want to look perfect on such an important occasion.

"Just put your hands on my waist, don't touch it up!"

"Oh! You are so stupid!"

"Ah! You stepped on my foot!"

……

Emily's screams continued to echo in the Room of Requirement, which had been transformed into an auditorium.

After a long time, the other voices gradually fell silent.

In the end, the only sounds left were the heavy breathing of Link and Emily.

Emily hugged Link dripping with sweat.

Because she had to dance, Emily was only wearing a thin and loose sweatshirt, and Link could clearly feel her perfect figure.

It's a pity that Link didn't have any charming thoughts at this time, because one of Emily's little hands had naturally slipped under Link's armpit.

This made Link tense up instantly.

He knew Emily's retaliatory pinching would soon begin.

This has almost become their daily routine after every dance practice. Link has never been angry. After all, he is really bad at dancing. The most important thing is that he loves Emily very much.

However, this time the pain that Link expected never came.

Emily just scratched Link's armpit twice, then pressed her forehead against Link's forehead and said with a sad look:

"Alas! I haven't learned anything since I've been teaching for so long. What will I do tomorrow?"

"It doesn't matter, we can just jump around a few times when the time comes."

Seeing that Emily had no intention of pinching him, Link pushed a little further. While smiling, the hand on Emily's waist began to explore upwards unconsciously.

"Don't make trouble!" Emily knocked off Link's hand, "This dance is different! People will laugh at us!"

"Who dares to laugh? I'll break his leg!"

Seeing Link's arrogant look, Emily was so angry that she began to stretch her little hand under Link's arm again.

But before she could really take action, Link said softly:

"Don't worry, we will definitely be the most shining ones in the audience! Everyone will only envy us!"

As he spoke, Link's hand reached up to Emily's waist.

This time Emily didn't resist, she just glared at Link angrily.

……

The next morning, Christmas Day.

When the golden sun shone through the ventilation holes into the Hufflepuff bunker-like dormitory, bursts of cheering sounds woke Link up from his ambiguous dream.

He struggled to sit up, only to realize that the usually spacious dormitory had become a bit crowded now.

Countless Christmas gift boxes tied with colorful ribbons were piled under everyone's bed and in the aisles between beds.

John and the others had opened the gifts happily.

This is not an easy task.

Because most of the gifts in the dormitory belong to Link, they have to constantly rummage through the pile of gifts to find their own gift box.

He can't touch Link's gift box.

This is not because Link is stingy, but because many of these gifts were given by other girls and were laced with love potions and other poisons or devices.

John and other Link's roommates were all fooled, and they made a big fool of themselves before settling the matter.

From then on, even if Link asked them for help, they were unwilling to touch those gift boxes again.

Of course, Link himself didn’t dare to open these gift boxes.

After he woke up, he directly stuffed all the strangers' gifts into a special traceless stretching spell bag, leaving only the gifts from Mrs. Foley, Emily and others.

Among them, Link only opened the gifts for Mrs. Foley, Emily and even Harry.

After all, Link could definitely guess what they gave them, it was nothing more than some snacks, toys or clothing.

The gift that Link cared about the most was Snape's dusty cardboard box.

Unfortunately, when he opened the gift box full of fantasy, he was disappointed to find that Snape seemed to have exhausted his talents.

This year, he didn't give Link anything like a potions book or precious materials, but a bottle of elixir of good fortune.

"Tsk!"

Link smacked his lips and threw the elixir into his bag with some disgust.

He doesn't care about this thing at all now, because it won't be long before he can try to make it himself.

More importantly, from this gift, Link felt that Snape was perfunctory towards him.

And this feeling became even stronger after he finished washing and joined Emily.

The reason is simple. Snape's gift to Emily was a beauty potion he specially made using the lost formula in the "Slytherin Grimoire" and the tears of the phoenix.

This thing is almost the brainchild of Snape in the past two months, and in return for his efforts, its effect is so strong that it can almost be described as rejuvenating!

Even Emily, who is naturally beautiful and for whom ordinary beauty potions have no effect at all, has become more radiant after using it.

"Do I look good?" Emily smiled and spun twice in front of Link, then raised her wrist in front of Link as if showing off, "Smell it. Doesn't it smell good? Aunt Leonie Give it to me!”

"Hmm, it looks so good, smells so good..."

Link reluctantly responded perfunctorily, but the expression on his face was a little twitching.

Because he smelled it, Emily was spraying a custom perfume created by a French potion master. Only 5 bottles could be produced every year, and each bottle would be sold for no less than 1000 gold galleons.

This expensive perfume called 'Dream' is actually made from a fusion of love potion and various precious spices and essential oils.

But thanks to the master's superb skills, the love potion, which was originally a controlled potion, was diluted to the point where it had no side effects and could be used legally, but it could still retain its own smell.

The smell mixed with a love potion can automatically turn into everyone's favorite smell, which is very special.

For example, Link, what he smells from Emily's wrist now is the smell of steamed pumpkin mixed with various floral aromas.

Link swallowed hard, suppressed his desire to bite Emily's hand, and turned his head away.

He felt a little speechless because the gift Mrs. Foley gave him this year was just a brand new Foley family crest brooch, which could be used with the Christmas ball dress.

This is obviously not equivalent to Emily's gift!

However, this faint envy and speechlessness quickly disappeared in Emily's sweet laughter, which was as sweet as wind chimes.

He figured it out.

Whether it's Snape's beauty potion or Mrs. Foley's 'dream' perfume.

Although it was used on Emily.

But isn't it Link who can appreciate this beauty in the end?

After comforting himself for a while, the smile on Link's face finally brightened again.

He and Emily stayed like this all morning. It was not until the end of lunch that Emily stood up from her seat with a slightly red face and weak legs, and said to Link:

"No, I have to go back and prepare for the dance tonight."

"There's still time, don't be anxious."

Link stretched out his hand to pull it. The feeling just now was very good, and he wanted to continue to experience it.

It's a pity that Emily didn't give him this chance. She avoided Link's hand as lightly as a butterfly wearing a flower, leaving only Link's beautiful back.

In desperation, Link had no choice but to return to the Hufflepuff lounge.

He felt that Emily was simply afraid that the two of them would go off and destroy the magical contract that Mrs. Foley and Mr. Victoria had made.

After all, how can a normal person spend an entire afternoon putting on makeup and preparing for a dance?

Even those exquisite women in previous lives who loved being late couldn't do such a thing.

It was only when he actually returned to the Hufflepuff lounge that he was shocked to discover that the abnormal person should actually be himself.

Because now the entire Hufflepuff lounge, both men and women, are happily putting on makeup and dresses.

Even Cedric and John, who were usually slovenly and careless about appearance, were no exception.

Among them, Cedric had already put on a plain high-collar dress and was spraying an unknown magic perfume on himself.

It is worth mentioning that in addition to the Diggory family crest, Cedric's dress collar also has a badger embroidered on it, which represents that their family has been Hufflepuff for generations.

And John encountered some difficulties.

His mother had sent him his dress this morning as a Christmas present.

It was a classical aristocratic dress in the style of the French Versailles Palace, and it was extremely fancy.

Of course, this kind of dress is also very troublesome to wear.

So soon after Link appeared in the dormitory, John ran up to Link with a pile of clothes and said:

"Link! Think of a way, I'm about to collapse from this dress! It's too difficult to put on! I read the instructions for a long time and I still don't understand how to put it on!"

Hearing this, Link waved his hand and said:

"No, why do you think I would wear this kind of dress?"

"Aren't you a noble?"

John said confidently.

Looking at his appearance, Link opened his mouth and closed it again. After all, he still didn't say the words to tell him to get lost. Instead, he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers and said:

"You should be here, right? Come out and help this guy."

John blinked in confusion, but soon became surprised again.

Because not long after Link finished speaking, three house elves wearing Hogwarts pillowcases appeared out of thin air and began to help John change into his dress with a fawning expression.

"This, this is not good?"

Another timid roommate next to me whispered.

House elves love to take care of Hufflepuffs and are stationed in the Hufflepuff common room 24 hours a day, and are willing to do almost anything for the Hufflepuffs.

Every Hufflepuff knows this.

However, Dean Sprout strictly prohibited them from instructing the house elves to do things. Violators would be severely punished.

So this roommate is not actually gloating about John's misfortune and wants to see John make a fool of himself, but is just well-intentioned and afraid that John will be punished.

It was a pity that his good intentions were misunderstood. John completely ignored him and allowed the house elves to neatly help him put on his clothes.

Since I couldn't go to the dress shop to take measurements in person, the dress still didn't fit in some subtle ways.

Fortunately, the kind-hearted house elf was truly omnipotent and used his wand to help John re-modify his dress on the spot.

"Thank you so much!"

John, who finally finished dressing, bowed deeply to Link and the house elves.

Rather than being detained by Professor Sprout afterwards, he was more worried that he would not be able to wear the dress well and would be embarrassed at the following dance.

After finally sending away the little domestics who were moved to tears by John's thank you, Link finally put on his own dress.

Naturally, his dress didn't have as many problems as John's. This pure black dress made entirely of black velvet was easily worn by him.

Then Link used magic hair wax to arrange his hair, and finally picked up the brooch, cufflinks and rings engraved with the Foley family coat of arms and put them on, and then declared that the dressing up was over.

"How about it?"

Link opened his arms and asked John and others with a smile.

John and others could no longer speak at this time.

He just stared at Link with wide eyes.

Among them, John wanted to touch Link's dress, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he retracted it like an electric shock.

He could see clearly that although the dress on Link looked a bit unattractive, it could even be said to be ordinary.

But the wonderful shimmer reflected on the fabric and the unobtrusive stitching all show its golden characteristics.

Especially after being embellished with golden brooches and sleeve buttons, Link's nobility is even more impressive.

Link already got the answer he wanted from their reactions.

He looked up at the clock on the wall and said with a smile:

"Then let's go!"