Alice's Travels

After the first project, Ron and Harry reconciled.

Ron let go of his inexplicable awkwardness and stubbornness in the past, and as Alice said before, he found his most valued friend—after his friend faced such a huge challenge alone, Ron found that it didn't matter Whether he used cheating means to register, or whether he was greedy for fame or vanity, those things didn't matter, because he knew that Harry was not that kind of person.

He is the brave, fearless Gryffindor, and his best and most important friend.

In the final score of the judges, only Karkaroff gave Harry the lowest score of four, and Ron has been fighting for Harry because of this.

However, Harry didn't care at all. Ron's reaction made him feel that the depression that had accumulated in his heart for a long time disappeared at once, which made him happier than scoring [-] points.

Hermione even shed tears for their reconciliation.She hugged Harry and Ron respectively, telling them how stupid they were, and turned and ran away in tears.

Harry was a little reluctant to part with the warmth that had just been touched.Ron kept talking as if he was about to pour out all the words he hadn't been able to say before. Harry's mood was extremely light, and he glanced at the direction Hermione ran away and looked away.

The second project is scheduled for February 24 next year, which gave the Warriors a long break, and the golden eggs they got contained clues to the second project-of course, they needed to Find a way to open the golden egg.

Time ticked by as Professor McGonagall made the announcement about the Yule Ball, a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament, just before Transfiguration was over.

The dance is only open to students in grades [-] and up, although younger students may be invited to dance as partners.

As a result, the number of students staying at school for Christmas this year suddenly increased, and almost all the girls began to talk excitedly about what clothes to wear to the prom.

It didn't interest Alice very much, she couldn't dance very well, and she couldn't think of anyone to dance with--in fact she didn't bother to think about it, because she was never invited.

Harry seemed to have completely put aside the matter of the competition, although Hermione was still reminding him to unlock the secret of the golden egg, but he didn't seem to care at all.

"It's time for him to rest, Hermione," said Ron.

Alice twitched the corners of her mouth, and looked at Harry as if nothing had happened, as if he didn't need to worry about the following matters at all—would anyone face those dangers for him?How wide does this heart have to be?

"Oh, by the way, we should take action too, Harry—" said Ron, as if suddenly remembering something, "Got to invite someone quickly, we don't want to end up dancing with a couple of ugly monsters."

"I'm sorry, what did you say..." Hermione stammered in surprise and anger, "A couple, what..."

"Well - why don't you understand that," said Ron, shrugging his shoulders, "you know - no one wants to dance with ugly girls, I'd rather go alone..."

"Then hurry up, pretty girls have already been invited," Alice said with a glance at him, "and pretty girls have to pick people, they're not blind—"

But Hermione said angrily, as if she was irritated by Ron's words, "I see what you mean, you—you just want to choose the most beautiful girl among the girls who can accept the invitation, right?"

"You can say that." Ron nodded, with a thoughtful expression - he began to think about candidates in his mind.

Harry glanced at Hermione involuntarily, looking a bit conflicted - he hadn't made up his mind whether to invite Cho Chang to the ball.

Hermione stopped talking, she glanced at them, and continued to read with a straight face.

Alice pursed her lips seeing Harry's bitter and bitter look.Ron's performance was fairly normal, but Harry—as a person who still had two unknown difficulties before him, he should be praised for being so mediocre as to think about his prom partner so heartily. A good attitude, or should I say that he didn't even take his own safety seriously?

"Good luck." Alice said to them and got up to go back.

"So early?" Hermione asked, looking up.

"My potion homework is done," Alice said, putting away the parchment. "I don't want to read any more books tonight, just wait for the final quiz."

"Oh, nasty Snape -" Ron muttered under his breath, "always giving us problems at the last minute!"

"No," Alice said with a smile, "at least the quiz is over before the holiday, so you can play to your heart's content on Christmas."

"He's ruining the last bit of term with a lot of homework!" said Ron, pursing his lips. "Just picking us up on the last day is just trying to spoil everyone's good mood, isn't it Harry?"

"Er - maybe so," said Harry absently.

Hermione frowned when she saw that he was out of his mind, and said angrily, "Harry has no time to think about the test."

Harry's face flushed slightly.He opened his mouth and said nothing.

"Well, see you guys tomorrow," said Alice at last, "and good luck."

The Slytherin common room was particularly lively that night.

A group of girls sat around and whispered, giggling from time to time.Malfoy sat on the sofa with Crabbe, Goyle, and a few other boys, seemingly chatting.

Alice glanced at it from the corner of her eye, and was about to walk past it with a calm expression.

At this moment, Blaise Zabini, a dark-skinned boy sitting opposite Malfoy, suddenly said, "Hi, Altman! Do you want to go to the dance with me?"

The girls were quiet for a moment, and Parkinson and a few other girls cast their gazes over immediately.

The smile on Malfoy's mouth faded away, and the muscles on his face tensed.He frowned and looked at the opposite side, an unknown light flickered in his gray-blue eyes.

"Sorry." Alice smiled politely at Zabini, and declined politely and distantly.

"Okay." Zabini shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said indifferently.

Alice immediately went back to the dormitory.

After she was gone, the girls continued to chirp about what to wear to the prom.

"How did you ever think of asking her—" said Jonard Selwyn, the boy next to Zabini, "isn't the Slytherin ice girl always close to Gryffindor?"

Malfoy's originally relaxed expression suddenly became annoyed.

"It's just a test," Zabini said indifferently, "I just found out today that the ice girl's face looks pretty good, what do you think?"

Selwyn laughed, "It's a pity that she doesn't have very good eyesight—otherwise she wouldn't just stay with Potter and Weasley all day. Oh yes, and that fool Longbottom..."

Zabini sneered, and suddenly looked at Malfoy, "Don't forget, there is also our Draco—he is the only close friend of the Ice Girl in Slytherin."

"Is that so, Draco—" Selwyn said, looking at him with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Hmph, you know so much!" Malfoy said to Zabini coldly, but did not refute, a slight blush appeared on his pale face.

Zabini and Selwyn immediately exchanged a knowing glance.

Feeling a touch of sweetness suddenly surged up in his mouth, which had been soaked in astringent taste, Malfoy quickly stood up and walked back to the dormitory without saying a word, took out the candy from home and stuffed it into his mouth, diluting it The sour and bitter taste that keeps coming up.

He needs to write more letters from his mother next time.Malfoy thought to himself that he had eaten too much sugar too quickly in the past year or so.

His dance partner has not yet been decided.Malfoy suddenly hooked the corner of his mouth and thought, what a coincidence, Alice doesn't seem to have either.

In the girls' dormitory, Alice didn't take Zabini's casual invitation to heart. After she came in and threw the book on the table, she fell directly on the bed, planning to go to bed in a while.

The lock of the drawer under the desk still hung securely there.

On the last day of term, not even Snape's Potions quiz could dampen the excitement and enthusiasm of the students for the upcoming holidays and Christmas ball.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, everyone rushed out of the classroom happily.

Alice walked slowly to the dining room to have dinner. Before she could decide whether to go to the library or not, she ran into Malfoy at the corner of the corridor.

He stood alone in the shadow of the corner against the wall, and saw Alice head-on.

Malfoy stood up straight and approached Alice, his expression seemed to be a little strange under the bright or dark light and shadow.

Before Alice had time to see his face clearly, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps.

"Alice!" Harry suddenly rushed over from the side, with a look of lingering anger on his face, regardless of Malfoy's presence, he hurriedly said, "You will go to the dance with me, right? "

Malfoy's footsteps stopped at once, his eyes seemed to glance coldly at Alice's face, and he strode past Alice without looking back.

The tall and straight figure quickly disappeared at the other end of the corridor.