Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Hermione couldn't understand the elves' stubbornness until she finally left the kitchen.

The soft nails given to her by Kress made her unhappy when she finally returned to the dormitory. Even when Su Er comforted her, she looked shocked.

This low pressure lasted for several days...

Harry and Ron didn't feel anything about this. The two of them had been studying the secrets inside the golden egg. Even during class, the two of them were careless and did not pay all their attention to the class. Of course, except for Outside of Snape's classes.

During the Transfiguration class this Thursday, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but get angry again.

"Potter! Weasley! If you have so much to say, please go outside and then come in again! Look at your guinea fowl. If it were the final exam of this school year, I wouldn't mind giving you one." 'p'!"

"Even Mr. Longbottom has become much better than you!"

There was a low laughter in the classroom.

Harry and Ron lowered their heads guiltily. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall did not chase them down like Snape, but gave them an annoyed look and raised her wand to write on the blackboard.

"Today's homework is to give an example of how the transformation spell must be adjusted when performing cross-species transformation. It will be handed in next Monday."

As soon as Professor McGonagall finished speaking, the get out of class bell rang.

The little wizards began to organize the books on hand and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, I have a few more words to say to you." Professor McGonagall's voice made the little wizards stop. "The Yule Ball is coming soon - this is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament. It is also a great opportunity for us to interact with foreigners.”

"Scoff..." A little witch let out a harsh scream. It was the sound made by the little girl at the table in front of Suir. Oh, yes, this class is a big class for Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. .

That witch, well, Soul knew her, was a girl named Lavender Brown from Gryffindor.

Next to her was Parvati Patil, who was poking Lavender hard to stifle her laughter.

Although Su'er didn't know at all what the point of the joke was... Hermione beside Su'er also didn't seem to understand.

"That's right." Professor McGonagall ignored the sudden laughter and continued to announce, "The dance is only open to students in fourth grade and above --- of course, if you want, you can invite a junior student ---"

"Okay, you can see the specific matters on the bulletin board. Now, get out of class is over."

The little wizards stood up one after another. What Professor McGonagall had just announced had never happened before on Christmas Day, which aroused considerable interest in their discussion.

Professor McGonagall shouted at the top of her voice amidst the noise.

"By the way, Mr. Bones, Mr. Potter, you two stay here for a moment. I have something to tell you."

Harry thought that Professor McGonagall had left them alone to criticize him alone, and felt a little listless. Soul exchanged glances with Hermione and sat back down.

"It was Pomona who should have come to tell you, Soul." Professor McGonagall said to Soul pleasantly, "But I'm worried that Pomona will be so focused on her flowers and plants that she will forget to tell you this. An important thing.”

Soul couldn't help but laugh. Their headmistress was indeed very obsessed with cultivating her flowers and plants. Many times in Hufflepuff, it was the prefects who were responsible for notifying the school of matters.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout have a very good relationship, and this is not considered overstepping.

"Potter, come here too, this matter also has something to do with you."

Harry walked over dejectedly, looking like he was waiting for criticism.

"On Christmas Day, as the warriors representing Hogwarts, you two will wear appropriate attire and dance at the ball." Professor McGonagall said, "This also means that you need to have your own partner. .”

"What mate?" Harry thought Professor McGonagall was going to criticize him. When he heard this, he looked up blankly, while Soul nodded.

"The companion you bring to the Yule Ball is your dance partner, Potter."

"But---I can't dance, Professor." Harry's face suddenly turned red and he stammered.

"The warriors must dance and are not allowed to withdraw." Professor McGonagall said patiently, "As I said just now, according to tradition, the dance is started by the warriors and their partners."

"But--" Harry was still in disbelief, but Professor McGonagall ignored him and turned to Soul.

"There's nothing wrong with you, right? Soul?"

"No, Professor." Suer shook his head and showed a smile.

"Of course, you already have a dance partner, don't you?" Professor McGonagall raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

"I'll give you a suggestion. If you want to learn to dance, you can go to Pomona. Her waltz fascinated many people. I hope she hasn't forgotten how to dance."

"Really?" Ron asked in surprise, "The Warrior is responsible for the opening dance??"

After Professor McGonagall announced the news, she let them go. Of course, Ron and Hermione were waiting for their targets outside.

"Yes, where should I find my partner?" Harry sighed sadly. Professor McGonagall's attitude seemed irrefutable. He could already imagine that everyone had dance partners, but he was standing alone in the venue. The head looks like a clown.

Not everyone, like Suer, has a girlfriend so early.

Harry looked up at the backs of Hermione and Soul, who were walking ahead and chatting together.

So envious...

"It turns out that the dress on the shopping list before the start of school is used here~" Hermione looked up at Soul, then quickly lowered her head, with a touch of pink on her face.

"I wonder who will ask me to dance~" she whispered.

"I didn't expect it either." Sol pretended not to notice Hermione's gaze and kept staring at the road ahead.

"It looks like the castle will be very lively during this time."

"Hmph." Hermione looked at Soul walking forward without looking back, and hummed softly. She suddenly didn't want to go with him, so she quickened her pace.

Soul was not a fool, and of course he understood the meaning of Hermione's words just now. However, he felt that inviting a girl as a dance partner was a very important matter, and it was too hasty to invite a girl now.

Looking at Hermione's fluffy long hair swaying, Soul chuckled lightly, and also took a wider step to catch up.

"Wait for me, Hermione."