Overall, this trip to the Horcrux cave has had mixed results.

The bad news is that the Horcrux was taken by someone else, the good news is...they know who took it.

This is of course self-consolation, knowing who took the Horcrux doesn't make William too happy.

Finding the location of the Horcrux has been difficult, there are coincidences, and there are all kinds of tiny clues.

Now that it has been found, it is only one step away from destroying it... but it was lost inexplicably, adding a lot of turbulence invisibly.

But you can't blame Regulus Black.

Why are you to blame? !

It was only after seeing the diary that Dumbledore was really sure that Voldemort made the Horcruxes.

And Regulus discovered the Horcrux more than ten years ago.

Not only did Voldemort steal the Horcrux from under his nose during his prime, he also tried to destroy it.

Most importantly, Regulus was a standard Death Eater.

A Death Eater who betrayed the Dark Lord when he was at his peak, turned around early and wanted to destroy the Horcrux.

This kind of awareness has clearly broken away from the simple concept of love and hate, and is running towards profound justice.

Such a noble and brave wizard, why accuse him? To put it mildly, others are the real first people to 'resist the ambush'!

But why is William unhappy?

Regulus is dead, and no one knows if he destroyed the Horcrux.

If it wasn't destroyed, where did he hide it?

What's more, Regulus died strangely, how did he die?

Horcruxes themselves have a bewitching effect.

If Regulus was bewitched by Tom in the Horcrux and then killed by him... no one knows where the Horcrux will go.

This is undoubtedly a needle in a haystack.

So, knowing who took the Horcrux is certainly good news for the situation.

But compared to the ability to directly destroy the Horcrux... it can only be regarded as better than nothing.

And the next thing is also very simple: live to see the Horcrux, die to see the pendant!

Sirius will be happy, which means he finally has something to do.

More than once William has received a letter from Sirius complaining that he is bored and spends his days cleaning the house.

And Sirius' mission will also undergo fundamental changes: from cleaning... to a deep cleaning!

William didn't make a trip in vain. He stole some potions, and he could study the Wizard's Banishing Charm.

Especially the latter, for William, just in time for the rain.

Because of his more and more troubles recently, a group of girls are dangling in front of him.

The reason is also very simple, the Christmas ball... is coming.

During Tuesday's Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall made the announcement on the spot.

She was... procrastinating.

"After teaching this magic, we'll end the get out of class." McGonagall tapped the blackboard with his wand, and it seemed that dragging the class was not too serious.

The students complained. Every time I dragged the hall, I dragged it for five minutes.

"Quiet, quiet down." Professor McGonagall tapped on the blackboard.

"How many times have I said the main point of this spell, is it still wrong? Raise your hand for the wrong one?"

A dozen students raised their hands.

"Look, look!" Professor McGonagall said angrily: it's right here on the blackboard! There are still prints. "

Qiu stretched his neck and stared at the blackboard, looking for what Professor McGonagall called the "seal", where is it?

Why can't she see it.

A girl who is too serious will not be too lucky...good.

So Professor McGonagall called her up to answer questions.

Autumn hesitantly, with William's off-field support, Meng Meng passed the test.

Professor McGonagall dragged for five minutes, glanced at the time, and said quickly: "Okay, that's all for today, there is one more thing to inform you."

The students all looked at her, and many well-informed girls straightened their backs, revealing Akali's mysterious smile.

"The Christmas Ball is coming up - a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to mingle with foreign guests.

That's right, the dance is only open to 4th graders and up - you can invite lower grades if you like.

Of course, you can also invite senior students, the key is that you yourself... feel good.

After all, this is a dance party held only once in many years, and the opportunity is rare. "

Marietta gave a harsh smirk.

She seemed to be immersed in the dance.

Eloise secretly took out a small mirror and looked at himself carefully.

If you ignore the pimples all over the face, smoothen the face, get a face-lifting needle, and pull double eyelids... She is also a graceful beauty.

Qiu Min glanced at the boys in the class reservedly, revealing a critical look.

It seems that in this classroom, there are really not many boys who make her feel good.

Compared with the precociousness of the girls, the boys appear to be a bit straight.

Many people were dumbfounded. It seems that he is still thinking, what is the dance?

Do you see the girls dancing?

And...was there the same big Christmas dinner that night as before?

They were irritated by the critical eyes of the girls.

Professor McGonagall continued: "I hope everyone will participate. The pressure of studying has been too great recently, and it is necessary to relax properly."

Everyone agrees on this. The fifth grade is indeed too stressful and needs to be released completely.

"The dance will be in the Great Hall at eight o'clock on Christmas night and end at twelve midnight. Listen--"

Professor McGonagall looked up and surveyed the class calmly.

"The Christmas ball definitely gave us the opportunity to - um - part our hair and relax."

she said in a tone of disapproval.

"Don't be restrained and shy... I don't encourage everyone to fall in love early, but if you meet a good friend, you should cherish it."

Marietta laughed even harder, putting her hand over her mouth to keep the sound from coming out.

Eloise was immersed in his own beauty, unable to extricate himself.

She was thinking, if the pressure is released this time, will the acne go away?

Who should be released?

There were also students booing and shouting, "Professor McGonagall, will you also go to the dance?"

"Hmm... Strictly speaking, every professor has to participate." Professor McGonagall said in a panic. "Of course I have to participate too."

Everyone laughed.

Professor McGonagall's hair was always pulled into a tight little bun, and she never seemed to part it.

The students could not imagine the situation where she scattered.

And William squinted, thinking... Who would Professor Snape's dance partner be!

Karkaroff... Dumbledore... or Professor Flitwick?

There are not many candidates left for Snape.

Seeing the students laughing, Professor McGonagall laughed too. Then he straightened his face:

"Although the Christmas Ball is for making friends, that does not mean that we will relax the behavioral requirements for Hogwarts students.

I will be deeply saddened if any of you students disgrace the school in any way. "

After class, everyone got up and left to discuss the dance.

Professor McGonagall raised his voice and shouted amidst the noise, "Qiu—please stay, I want to say a few words to you."

"William, why was Qiu left?" Marietta deliberately stayed behind and asked in a low voice.

"Warriors need their own dance partners," William looked up and explained, "traditionally, the dance is performed by warriors and their partners.

Professor McGonagall probably told her about it. "

"The warriors are going to dance... that's great." Marietta looked longingly, and she glanced at William secretly again.

In fact, it's not just her... Many girls who pretended to pack up and left behind were secretly glancing at him.

William pretended not to see ~lightnovelpub.net~ packed up and prepared to go to the auditorium.

At this moment, Marietta suddenly stopped him.

"William..."

"Well, what's wrong?"

"No...nothing." Marietta shook her head hastily.

"Then I'll go first." William hurried away.

The eyes of those girls were like wolves like tigers.

Marietta left it alone, especially Eloise, who seemed to want to release the pressure on him to reduce the pimples on his face.

Too boobs.

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