A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Harry's face turned a little pale, which he thought was because of his rubber haddock, and he walked listlessly toward the podium.Professor McGonagall waited until all the students in the class were gone before saying: "Potter, Granger, and the Warriors all have their own partners——"

"What mate?" Harry asked.

Hermione nodded. She had seen these "traditional contents" in the library records, so she was not surprised.

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry very suspiciously, as if she thought he was joking.

"The partner you brought to the Yule Ball, Potter," she said coldly, "your partner, why can't you read the rules of the competition as carefully as Miss Granger did? Obviously she knew it early on."

Harry felt as if his insides were twisting and shrinking.

"Don't worry, Professor, I'll tell Harry," Hermione said.

"Yes, that's right." Harry said hurriedly, "Hermione will tell me."

"Well, I don't think I need to stress this kind of thing to you anymore," Professor McGonagall said irritably. "I must tell you that according to traditional practice, the dance is opened by the warriors and their partners."

Harry was stunned for a moment. It took him two or three seconds to react and said blankly, "I don't dance!"

"This is traditional practice, Harry." Hermione poked Harry's arm to signal him not to violate Professor McGonagall's wishes.

"Yes, this is traditional management," Professor McGonagall said firmly. "You and Hermione are both warriors of Hogwarts. As representatives of the school, you must do what everyone expects. So, you must Find yourself a dance partner, Potter."

"But—I don't—"

"You heard me, Potter!" Professor McGonagall said in an unquestionable tone, "Why don't you read more books like Miss Granger?"

Before the first game, finding a dance partner would be a piece of cake compared to dealing with the Hungarian Horntail.But now that Harry had defeated the Horntail and was facing the challenge of finding a girl to dance with, he felt that he would rather fight the Fire Dragon for one more round.

Harry didn't know many classmates who had registered for Christmas at Hogwarts.Of course, he himself always stayed at school for Christmas, because otherwise he would have to go back to Privet Drive - now he could choose to go back to 12 Grimmauld Place, but in previous years he had always There is no such choice.

Moreover, except for his roommates and Hermione, Harry didn't know many classmates. They either looked at him with admiration or compassion, which only made him uncomfortable.

But this year is destined to be different. All students above the fourth grade seem to be staying, and they all seem to be very obsessed with the upcoming Christmas dance - at least all the girls are like this.

It seemed that there had never been so many girls in the castle, or maybe Harry had never expected that there were so many girls in the castle, and he had never noticed before.Girls giggled and whispered in the hallways, girls laughed shrilly every time a boy walked by, and girls excitedly exchanged ideas about what to wear on Christmas night.

"Why do they all move in groups?" Harry asked Ron - at this time, a dozen girls passed by. They looked at Harry and secretly giggled, "How can you let them How about doing a solo activity and making a request?"

"Put one on a rope?" Ron suggested. "Have you thought about who you want to invite?"

Harry did not answer. He knew who he wanted to invite, but he could never muster the courage... Qiu Zhang, a fifth-year Ravenclaw student. She was one grade above Harry. She was very beautiful. A very good Quidditch player, she was also very popular.

Ever since the Quidditch match last year, Harry had been completely obsessed with Cho Chang.But he never showed his thoughts.

Although Ron didn't know what Harry was thinking, he could tell that Harry must have a happy dance partner.

"Look, you're not going to be in any trouble. You're a warrior. You just defeated the Hungarian Horntails. I bet they'll be lining up to dance with you."

To preserve their newly repaired friendship, Ron kept the bitterness in his voice to a minimum.And Harry was surprised to find that Ron's judgment proved to be very correct.

The very next day, a curly-haired Hufflepuff third-year girl, whom Harry had never spoken to before, took the initiative to invite Harry to attend the ball with her.

Harry was so surprised that he refused without thinking.

The girl left, looking hurt.Throughout History of Magic, Harry had to endure the teasings made by Dee, Seamus, and Ron.

On the next day, two more girls came to invite him, one was a second grader, and the other was a fifth grader. From the look on her face, it seemed that if Harry dared to refuse, she would knock him out. .

"She's quite pretty," Ron said fairly, after laughing enough.

"She's a foot taller than me," Harry said, still stunned. "Imagine me dancing with her and not making a fool of myself?"

Yes, Harry's height has become a pain for him. He was surprised to find that he seemed to have never grown taller since entering fourth grade. It seemed that 1 meters had become his bottleneck.

Although Ron and Dean didn't say anything, their vague looks always made Harry feel uncomfortable.But Qiu Zhang had no such considerations. She was of Chinese descent, and in fifth grade she was about the same height as Harry—maybe a few centimeters taller.

Overall, Harry had to admit that, despite the embarrassing prospect of having a ball, his life had changed a lot since he passed the first project.He wouldn't have so many unpleasant encounters in the hallways anymore.He suspected that this was largely due to the fact that he and Hermione took the top two spots in the competition, and at least they didn't disgrace Hogwarts.

But it seemed that Pansy Parkinson had no intention of letting him go. Harry 'encountered' him at least a dozen times every day, either on the way to class or at the door of the auditorium. It seemed as if Pansy was always waiting for him. .

"To be honest with you, I have always wanted to change the public's wrong view of magical creatures." Hagrid said in the last Care of Magical Creatures class of this semester, "But it seems that it is still difficult for the world to accept these cute animals. The little one’s…”

Ron curled his lips in disdain.

"I plan to give up direct contact with the Blast-Ended Skrewts. It is too dangerous for you. Edward is right, they are too early for you."