[HP] Born to be a pair

Renee had never felt so relaxed, as if everything around her was going according to her plan.

The obituaries in the Daily Prophet dwindled as Christmas approached, as did the Death Eaters;

The few gossip about her love life also faded amidst her and Neville's ever-steady bond.

Renee became single-minded, and this kind of news made her finally get off the cusp of public opinion-her behavior of not changing people frequently made her an ordinary person.

The research on the invisibility spell has also made progress. With the help of Professor Flitwick, she finally mastered the technique before attending Professor Slughorn's Christmas party.

"Excellent!" Professor Flitwick raised his hand, as if holding something in his palm, "You have already made the vase invisible, which is quite an improvement!"

"But, Professor," Renee said, pursing her lips, "what if I need to do something more complicated—like in a book, I only want the ink on the first page to disappear, not the whole thing?" Pages of parchment disappear."

Professor Flitwick pondered for a while, then used his wand to restore the carved porcelain vase in his hand, and placed it firmly on the bookshelf.

"This requires the caster to have very delicate observation and fine operation. A little carelessness will make the spell go wrong-the lightest mistake is just to make more ink or paper disappear."

"So I still need to keep practicing, don't I?" Renee asked reluctantly.

"Obviously yes, Hawke," Professor Flitwick encouraged her in a shrill voice, "but don't worry! Your Potions grades are also very good, and students who can do well in Potions are also good at fine-grained control." You'll be more assured—perhaps you'll be able to succeed before you graduate!"

Then her starting point for practicing the invisibility spell would lose its original meaning.Renee thought to herself, touching the notepad in her arms.

However, she still thanked Professor Flitwick very politely, and slowly withdrew from the office.

"You finally came out."

Neville was wearing a thin woolen vest and flannel trousers, and was standing upright beside the armor at the door, his serious appearance was exactly the same as the armor with the ever-burning lamp on.

Since Christmas was approaching, the decorations in the castle were decorated, and Neville escorted Renee to and from get out of class like a knight, or went to the auditorium for dinner.

Because in addition to the holly and gold leaf wrapped around the railings of the stairs, there are huge bunches of mistletoe hanging in every other section of the corridor. The kiss request cannot be refused.

Neville didn't want that to happen, so he was fighting, and he followed Renee wherever she went.

As long as someone tried to approach her under the mistletoe, he would immediately puff up his chest and rush forward, politely revealing his large body, and said to them: "Sorry, please get out of here! There are already people under this bunch of mistletoe. "

"Neville, can we meet in the hall at eight o'clock this evening?" Renee asked breathlessly after a kiss under the mistletoe.

"Of course, I'll go back and change immediately after dinner." Neville said excitedly. He hadn't attended any gatherings at the Slug Club yet, so he looked a little nervous and looking forward to it.

"What were you doing at your previous gatherings? How should I introduce myself?"

"Don't be nervous, my dear." Renee patted the back of his hand intimately to comfort him, "It's just some ordinary socializing. Professor Slughorn usually prepares a lot of refreshments and drinks. If you have any questions that you don't want to answer, then Just nod and smile."

At the first meeting, Professor Slughorn asked with a smile if she was related to the famous singer Evangeline Hawke.

And Renee replied: "Unfortunately, I have nothing to do with this talented singer. The only relationship may be the singer and the fans."

She hadn't been able to have a private conversation with Professor Slughorn since then, until her potions homework won the prize in class, and she seemed to be back in his gracious queue.

"You just need to say hello to the professor at the beginning of the party." A strange smile appeared on Renee's face, "Afterwards, we can enjoy our own party time."

At eight o'clock in the evening, Renee appeared in a navy blue flannel dress trimmed with lace and gold thread, pinched at the waist and bulged around the bottom, looking warm and luxurious--actually she had bought it from second-hand. It's a good product from the gown shop, and this is the first time she wears it!

Together she and Luna headed down the hall to join their companions.Luna was very happy about Harry's invitation to the party, and was still chattering as she descended the stairs: "I've never been to any party!" Harry said he only wanted to invite me as a friend, and he How kind!"

"Well then, I wish you a happy first party," Renee said. "Your silver robes are really sparkling."

"Thank you, I think so too," Luna said happily, "Your robe is also very beautiful, are these silk threads woven by invisible monsters using moonlight?"

"I hope so, because that sounds really glamorous - but alas, these are just ordinary gold leaf threads."

"Oh, that's all right, not everyone can get such a rare dress."

But in just a few minutes, well-dressed Neville and Harry appeared at the edge of the hall, looking very happy.

Especially Neville, Renee didn't realize how radiant he looked until he got closer.

"Do I have the honor of inviting you to the party?" He said in a tone, which drew some strange looks from Harry, but he still insisted on leaning forward and holding his right arm in front of Renee.

"Of course, dear Mr. Longbottom." Renee was also willing to cooperate with him, and even took Neville's arm in a dramatic tone.

Both of them glanced at Harry, and even Luna looked over with interest.

And Harry froze, as if he was terrified that Luna would expect him to do the same, and pulled her hurriedly out of the hall in a panic.

Renee and Neville suddenly burst into laughter, and they joked with each other and walked to Professor Slughorn's office.

The decoration here is very different from before. In order to reflect the Christmas atmosphere, emerald green, crimson and golden draperies are hung on the ceiling and walls, and a golden lantern illuminates the interior extremely brightly.

There were many people at the party that shouldn't be in the school. Although Renee didn't know any of them, judging from Professor Slughorn's attitude towards them, these people must be relatively well-known people.

With a smile on his face, Neville wanted to say hello to the approaching Professor Slughorn, but he skipped over Neville, nodded to Renee hastily, and took Harry away from where he was. gone.

"Harry! My boy! At last you are willing to appear, come on... There are too many people here who want you to meet..."

"Didn't he see me?" Neville asked, a little confused.

"He can't see anyone now," Renee said mildly, pulling him over to the round table where the drinks were set, "only Harry and any other big people — mead or eggnog?"

"Actually, I'd like some Firewhiskey," said good boy Neville, looking around warily.

Renee raised her eyebrows in surprise, and her thoughts of not drinking alcohol for a long time were aroused.

She also looked around like a thief, took two glasses of muddy flame whiskey from the other side of the table, and hid in the corner with Neville giggling.

"It doesn't look like pure fire whiskey," Renee took a sip and smacked her lips in aftertaste. "There must be something else in it..."

"Really?" Neville asked in surprise, and hastily drank his last sip of wine, as if trying to remember, "I can't taste it... In fact, I've never tried this kind of strong drink before."

"Ah! The lady's tongue is really good!" A house-elf with a tray full of mead passed here, and couldn't help but shouted in a strange accent, "The flame whiskey has cherry syrup and brandy in it! Bi and the other elves added it by hand!"

"Great job - Babe, you and your friends did a great job." Renee said with a goofy grin on her tongue. It looks like something is stuck..."

Neville flushed and looked at Renee in disbelief.

The house-elf named Baby also widened her glass-ball eyes and was so excited that she wanted to respond to the compliment immediately, but she had to use a breathless voice because of the tray and mead overhead. explain.

"Babe, for all the elves, thank you for the compliment! Baby is so happy--"

"Uh, Baby," Neville kept blinking, and although his face looked redder than Renee's, he spoke more clearly, "please go somewhere else, Maybe there are other guests who need a little mead too."

Baby walked away happy and excited, what could a house-elf be more honored than with so many honorable wizards at the gala needing her services?No!

"Renee, I think you're a little...drunk." Neville said hesitantly, his head was also a little dizzy, maybe because he had been in this crowded and hot place for a long time.

"Drunk?" Renee sneered, and turned her face hard at a velvet curtain beside Neville, "I've never been drunk...I don't know how much I've drank...It's not that I haven't drunk Flame Whiskey, I've never been drunk Pass--"

"Hey - let me take you to the seat over there to rest for a while, okay?" Neville walked towards the sofa area with his arms around Renee, amused and happy.

Normally, Renee would not provide such an opportunity for him to take care of her.In fact, in many cases, the calm and self-possessed Renee took care of him in turn.

Now Neville looked at the obedient and confused Renee in the drunken state, showing a happy expression under his care, and couldn't help feeling a faint sense of pride in his heart.

"Uncomfortable..." Renee said with dim eyes, and kept reaching out to try to pick up her skirt, as if there was something in it that displeased her.

"Oh, no!" Neville exclaimed, and quickly pressed her hands, "Renee, you can't do such a behavior here, it's - quite inappropriate behavior!"

"You're yelling at me!" Renee's eyes widened. Long, thick black eyelashes fluttered on the upper and lower ends of the eyes, seeming to magnify the tearful green eyes several times. "You—you're yelling at me!"

"What? No... I didn't do it on purpose, alas... you're not sober now..."

"I have lived for decades and have never been sober as I am now!"

"You're only 16, where did you get decades from? Renee, you're really drunk—let me take you back to the lounge first, okay?"

"Not very well, I... I object to this proposal..."

Dealing with a drunken Renee was both sweet and painful for Neville.

He has never been in contact with drunk people like this since he was born-grandma usually only drinks a glass of sweet cider; Uncle Algee was also a drunkard before, but when he was old, he was beaten by Aunt Ernie Be submissive...

No one at the party seemed to notice the departure of the two reeking men, busy with their own business - networking, showing off, being courteous and getting drunk.

At first, Renee was willing to follow him for a few steps, but when she got to the landing, she didn't know why she didn't want to go any further. She just curled her legs up by the archway, as if she planned to sleep here.

The sleeping portrait near the stairs was awakened by the movement of the two of them, complaining constantly and urging Neville: "Take this drunk girl away!"

Neville was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, so he had no choice but to hug the limp Renee and use the method of hugging her horizontally so that she could lie safely in his arms.

"Okay, let me carry you back home." He thought hard and sweetly.

As soon as he took the first step, something fell out of Renee's skirt and slammed on Neville's instep.

"Could it be the decoration in her skirt?" He thought, and had to put the yawning Renee on the steps again, ignored the complaints from the portrait again, lit his wand and began to search.

Strange, it should be around here.

But Neville searched all around up and down the stairs, but he couldn't find anything. He was so confused that he almost lay down on the ground to look, but he found nothing.

"Am I feeling wrong?"

Neville scratched his head, and put down his wand a little embarrassedly, because the wizard in the latest portrait had started to stare at him.

But when he was about to turn around and hug Renee again, a gust of wind came from near the corridor, and the sound of blowing paper sounded from the bottom of his feet.

Then, he couldn't help lighting up his wand again, and slowly approached the place where the sound came out—as if an invisible quill was drawing in the air, a square black calfskin notepad was created from scratch, and slowly The camouflage was gradually removed, and the pages were lifted in the intermittent winter wind.

"This—this is—" Neville's eyes seemed to be glued by ink words that were gradually revealed, and he froze in place.

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