Professor, please pay the debt

The dance went very well!

At first, the kids were a little nervous.The presence of the powerful Minister of Magic made them both excited and uneasy.

However, Scrimgeour deliberately showed an easy-going side today. He delivered an impassioned speech when honoring Harry and Sirius, and praised all members of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Association, saying that they are the leaders of the wizarding world. Hope, the rising star.

This brought a novel sense of honor to the children, as if they had been appreciated by Mr. Minister and had a bright future.

Harry also delivered a sincere speech, mainly recalling some past events between him and Sirius. He described Sirius as a tragic hero, thus winning everyone's sympathy. When the Medal of Merlin, Second Class, was glued to his mother's picture frame, most of the girls, including old Mrs. Blake, cried.

Scrimgeour had privately berated him for his hypocrisy—Harry's main goals were the vault and Lucius, and rehabilitating Sirius was just an added bonus to the deal.

Either way, it's a good thing.

The Black family was cleared of grievances, Harry also gained prestige, and the reputation of the Ministry of Magic, which was so low below the horizon, had also been significantly improved in the hearts of the people.

So when Scrimgeour bids Harry his farewell, it's a real treat.

If there is anything imperfect about this dance, it is the incongruous contradiction between Hermione and Fleur.

These two girls tried their best and insisted on competing in evening dresses. Their competition involved all the girls attending the ball. After countless open and secret fights, the final result was that Hermione won!

——It was only then that Merlin knew how they came to their conclusions, and the boys couldn't see the slightest clue.

In short, the French beauty lost face a lot. Under the blow of failure, she sharply accused Hermione of being too extravagant.

Because that skirt is the work of Alexander McQueen, the godfather of British fashion, and it is worth a full £7000, or about 1400 Galleons.

Even Hermione herself was taken aback by the price. When she asked Harry for confirmation, she really hoped to get a negative answer, but Harry just asked stupidly, "Is it very expensive?"

In the midst of exclamations and loud gasps, Mrs. Weasley fainted first, and Fleur finally managed to win the round by declaring that her charms were all due to her natural beauty, unlike someone who used gold plus It was piled up!

……

Near midnight, all the guests finally left, leaving only three friends in the house.

Harry collapsed on the sofa exhausted, Hermione changed back to her usual clothes, holding her skirt in a daze, Ron sat next to them and ate the cookies made by Kreacher.

"Why did you buy such an expensive dress?"

Hermione finally spoke. She pointed to the dress that she loved and hated and asked Harry, "I know it's a bit heartless to ask, but it's too expensive! You know, it's enough to buy a car car……"

"It's just a dress!" Harry said casually, "If you don't like it, throw it away!"

"What!" Hermione screamed with wide eyes, "More than 1000 Galleons, you tell me to throw them away!"

"Then sell it..." Ron muttered, stuffing his mouth full of biscuits, "but don't sell it to Fleur, Bill won't be able to bear it."

"Ron!"

Hermione screamed reproachfully, suggesting she didn't approve of Ron's proposal either.

"Anything is fine, Hermione, whatever you want!"

Harry said in a calm tone, "Just don't stare at it anymore. It's not your boyfriend. Then again, it's fine if I don't have a dance partner. Why don't you find one for yourself?"

Harry was strictly forbidden by his lover to bring others to the ball, which made him both painful and happy.And Hermione is a free person, and she didn't bring a partner, which is really puzzling.

"Because among the guests, there's no one I'm interested in." Hermione said proudly.

"You are like this..."

"I'm going to be laughed at, I know..." Hermione said first, "but I don't want to wrong myself—to pander to other people's opinions! That would be silly!"

"Admit it! You can't get a date!" Ron's words always hurt.

Hermione hit him with a cushion in a fit of embarrassment, while Harry sank himself lazily on the sofa, watching the two children misbehaving, the atmosphere was relaxed and cozy.

At this moment, Kreacher came to announce that they had a guest.

……

remus lupine

He wore a very shabby wizard's robe, patched in several places, and carried in his hand a miserable little case bound with many cords and neatly knotted.

The box may have been used for a long time, because printed on the corner of the box, R. J Lupine, the letters have peeled off.

He appeared in front of the trio with such a dilapidated image.It made people who had just held a luxurious ball feel guilty and remorse the moment they saw him.As if responsible for his state.

Hermione let out a scream of pain after embracing him, then ran away with her skirt in her arms.

"What's wrong with Hermione?" Lupine was puzzled by her emotions.

"Don't pay attention to her..." Ron eagerly helped to cover up, "It has nothing to do with you, she, oh...she didn't get a partner!"

"Oh, I heard about your dance, that's why I'm in time for today. If I come at another time, I'm afraid I'll miss out." Lupine smiled gently.

"I can't send you an invitation, because I can't contact you..."

Harry didn't even know why he had to explain. It was only natural that he didn't invite Lupine, because Lupine hadn't contacted Harry and the others for more than half a year, not even a single letter.

In fact, Harry couldn't even think of Lupine if it wasn't for Rita's report on the quartet.

"It's not your fault. During this period of time, no one can contact me. I live among my people, my kind. Writing a letter will expose me." Lupine said.

similar? !

Do you mean werewolves?

This possibility aroused Harry's interest. After all, the leader of the werewolf was killed by him, and the former friend of James Potter in front of him.

The wizard equivalent to Harry's elder, he is also a werewolf, the same kind as the beheaded Fenrir.So, the purpose of his coming here is...

"Exposed? Are you also a spy, just like Snape?" Ron asked in surprise.

"It's Professor Snape, Ron!"

Although Lupine is no longer a teacher, he still thinks it is necessary to correct Ron's address. "Oh, sorry!"

Ron wasn't very sincere, but Lupine didn't mind, he continued, "I'm a spy, yes, among werewolves, like Severus among Death Eaters..." Lupine said.

"why?"

Harry interrupted him abruptly, "You call him Severus? Are you that close?"

Both Lupine and Ron looked at Harry in surprise, and Ron said, "Hey! Dude, that doesn't seem to be the point!"

No!That's the point!

Wasn't it suspicious that two of the marauders were friends with Snape, and that Lupine, as their best friend, called Snape by his Christian name?

It's hard to imagine that Hermione would affectionately call her Dolores for someone Harry and Ron hated together, such as Umbridge!is it possible?

"My relationship with Severus is indeed as you said, not too good, but not too bad either!" Lupine said.

"Isn't it bad that he spread the news that you were a werewolf and caused you to lose your job? I bet he did it on purpose!" Ron didn't show mercy at all, and exposed both of them.

Lupine was clearly a good-natured man, and he didn't look angry, "We both knew we couldn't hide it for long, from the beginning. And, I can't forget that during that time, it was Severus who I make a wolf potion to make me feel less sad when the moon is full. He did a great job and I'm grateful to him."

gratitude?From being grateful to being grateful, and then to making a promise with your body, there are only two steps away!