A Hogwarts dissertation guide

The principal's office on the eighth floor.

Edward looked at Hermione standing in front of him with a strange expression, and there was a smiling old bee beside him.

"Hermione, you mean you want to invite me to the Yule Ball with you?" Edward said with a headache as he rubbed his forehead.

"Yes." Hermione's voice was like a whisper. If Edward and Dumbledore hadn't been listening to Hermione's voice with all their attention, they might not have been able to hear it.

"Edward, I think this is a good opportunity," Dumbledore said calmly, watching the excitement, "Why don't you show your kind side?"

"Because I'm not you." Edward said, rubbing his temples. "I don't intend to turn into the stiff old lunatic in the newspaper."

"I find it quite interesting. Miss Skeeter is always able to write very innovative articles." Dumbledore took out a box of candy from his pocket and put it in his mouth, then turned around and sat behind the desk.

"Hermione, I think you should attend the prom with boys of your own age. This is a good opportunity." Edward took a deep breath and said, if possible, he really didn't want to be involved in children's affairs. Go in.

It's okay to let him watch the show, but it would be really boring to have him off the stage.

Hermione lowered her head, tangled her fingers together, and said hesitantly, "But the students in the school... are all very childish."

"Albus, didn't you always say that Harry's kid is pretty good, and there are many outstanding kids in the castle?" Edward turned the topic to Dumbledore.

"Huh? Harry? That's not possible." Dumbledore shook his head, "He is still very young, and he needs more training. As for the others, they are even further away from Hermione."

"Hiss!" Edward just wanted to take out his wand and hit Dumbledore twice on the head.

"Is it possible that the controller of Umbracon, Lord Augustus of the Western Roman Empire, and one of the most outstanding magicians in recorded history, would be afraid of a small dance?" Dumbledore leaned back in his chair. , looking at the portrait on the wall, he said pointedly.

"That's right." Hermione also said.

"Okay, okay, I agree." Edward patted the armrest of the chair and said helplessly, "It's just the opening dance."

"That's enough!" Hermione said in surprise, "I knew you would agree."

Edward smiled helplessly and glared at Dumbledore angrily.

Compared with the progress on Hermione's side, Harry's side seemed to be going badly. He finally saw Cho Chang in the corridor outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

And this is obviously his last chance.

"Uh-Qiu Zhang, can I say a word to you?"

Harry only felt ashamed, and he even had a sudden thought: the law should prohibit giggling-because the girls around Qiu Zhang started giggling.

Fortunately, Qiu Zhang didn't laugh. She said "Okay" and followed Harry to a place out of earshot of her classmates.

Harry turned to look at her with a strange convulsion inside him, as if he had missed a step when going downstairs.

"Uh." He hesitated.

He couldn't ask her, he couldn't, but he had to ask.Qiu Zhang just stood there, looking at him with a confused expression.

The words came out of Harry's mouth incoherently and his pronunciation was not precise.

"Companion...with me?"

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Qiu Zhang asked doubtfully.

"Would you - would you like to go to the ball with me?" Harry asked.His face turned red with embarrassment, but he didn't understand why he was blushing.

If James and Sirius were here, they would tap him on the shoulder and give him a good kick on the ass.

Gu</span>How could their son be so cowardly?

When you meet a girl you like, be brave and attack!

Just like James did to Lily!

"Oh!" said Cho Chang - and she blushed, "Oh, Harry, I'm really sorry," she looked at him honestly, "I already agreed to go with someone else. "

"Oh," said Harry.

This feeling is really weird: a minute ago, he felt that his internal organs were squirming like a snake, and now suddenly, he felt as if he had no internal organs at all.

"Oh, okay," he said, "It's okay."

"I'm really sorry." Qiu Zhang said again.

"It's okay," Harry said.

They stood there looking at each other, and then Cho Chang said, "So be it—"

"Okay." Harry said.

"Okay, goodbye." Qiu Zhang said, still blushing.She turned and left.

Harry called her from behind before he could stop himself from doing so.

"who are you going with?"

"Oh—Cedric," she said, "Cedric Diggory."

"Oh, okay," said Harry.

His guts came back and he felt like they had been filled with lead.

Harry had forgotten all about dinner. He walked slowly back to the Gryffindor common room, with Cho Chang's voice echoing in his ears every step he took: "Cedric - Cedric Diggle Here." He originally felt pretty good about Cedric, even though he once used the time when Harry fell off the broom to win the Quidditch game despicably, but he was indeed a good opponent.

But now Harry suddenly realized that Cedric was actually a useless handsome guy, and his little brain was not enough to fill an egg shell!

Of course, Harry was also disappointed with himself. He was already a Hogwarts warrior and represented Hogwarts in the Triwizard Tournament, but he still couldn't invite the girl he liked.

Is there really a big gap between him and Cedric?

Harry didn't believe it, he didn't believe it, he didn't want to accept it.

"Nonsense," he said dryly to the fat lady.

"Sorry, little Harry, the password was changed yesterday." The Fat Lady said kindly, "I think you know the new password. You must tell the new password before I can let you in. This is the rule."

"But you know me, don't you?" Harry felt that the world was targeting him, and his tone became irritated, "Madam, I have to go in and out several times every day, do you have to ask for a password?"

"My dear, this is the rule, the principal's rule," the fat lady said with a trembling voice, stroking her new gold and silver hair tie, "I can't open the door to someone who doesn't know the password."

"But we have to meet several times every day, don't we?" Harry said a little impatiently, "Why can't you let me in?"

"Sorry, honey, I don't want to do this either." The fat lady said with some fear, "I just abide by the rules."

"Rules, rules! Damn rules!"