In the past, students who enrolled during Christmas were always a small part because everyone wanted to go home and enjoy the festive atmosphere with their families.

Well, in fact, I want to let go of the game, because there is always a sense of restraint in Hogwarts.

But Harry always stayed at school for Christmas, because if he didn't, he would have to go back to Privet Drive. He didn't want to face his aunt who didn't like him.

But this year is different. All the students in grade 4 and above seem to have to stay!

In Harry's opinion, they are all obsessed with the upcoming party-at least all girls.

忽 Suddenly he was surprised to find that Hogwarts had accommodated so many girls, which he had never noticed before.

Girls are laughing and whispering in the corridor. Girls laugh loudly whenever a boy walks by. Girls are excited to exchange opinions and talk about what to wear on Christmas evening ...

"Why are they all acting in groups?" Harry asked Ron—at this time, there were a dozen girls walking by. They looked at Harry and smirked secretly. "How can you wait for them? Act alone, grab a request? "

"Cover one with a rope?" Ron suggested. "Have you figured out who you asked for?"

Harry didn't answer. He knows who he is willing to invite, but whether he can courage is something else ... Qiu Zhang is a year higher than him, looks very beautiful, and is a very good Quidditch player, her popularity It's also good.

Ron seemed to see through Harry's heart.

听 "Listen, you won't have any trouble. You are a warrior. You just killed the mad dragon and lion, I dare say-they will line up to dance with you!"

Ron's voice has a strong bitter taste.

Probably because of Maca's call, Ron now finally let go of his depression.

At first he was not very comfortable, because this would undoubtedly expose his inferiority. Gradually, however, he realized the benefits of doing so: slowly he became more dared to do things that he did not dare to do.

"Bravely invite, Harry!" He patted his friend's shoulder and whispered, "I might as well get it!"

Harry was surprised to find that Ron's judgment proved to be very correct.

On the second day, Harry, a third-year-old girl at Hitchpitch College, had never spoken to her before, and offered to invite Harry to go to the ball with her.

Harry was so surprised that he refused even thinking about it.

I was probably too direct in his words, the girl walked away and looked hurt.

Throughout the history of magic class, Harry had to endure the ridicule and ridicule of Dean and Simo for the girl, and Ron, who would always be one of them, did not join in this time.

"Maca is right. I used to dwell on my own thoughts and ignored the feelings of others too much." Ron looked at Dean and Simo, frowning and thinking, "If the girl listened It would be very uncomfortable for them to laugh at themselves ... But what would she think ... "

Ron's change is obvious. Although he doesn't quite understand how to "think about it in other places", one day, this change will bring him unexpected benefits.

The next day, two more girls came to invite Harry. One was in second grade, and the other-Harry was shocked to find that she was in fifth grade!

Looking at her like that, it seemed that if Harry dared to refuse, she would stun him immediately.

"She looks pretty." After Ron laughed enough, he said impartially, "And the character is very similar to Witch, Hitchpitch, isn't she?"

"She's a foot taller than me!" Harry said in shock, "Imagine, I'm dancing with her ... that's not a good photo yet!"

Harry often thought of Hermione's words about Maca: "They like him just because he is famous!"

Harry was very skeptical if the girls who invited him as a dance partner would still be willing to go to the ball with him.

Then he asked himself, if Qiu Zhang offered to invite him, would he consider it?

"Wait!" Because of his mood at this moment, Harry suddenly seemed to understand something, "Did she say, Hermione ... like Maca!"

"Did you just understand it?" Ron sighed with a depressed expression.

可 "But-oh-" Harry's eyes and mouth were widened, even his nostrils widened in surprise, "Merlin's pants ... no, I mean, Merlin's beard! This ...

Ron thinks that he can say everything now, but that's what he really didn't want to mention at all.

别 "Don't think about it, let it rot into your heart!" His tone was a bit frustrated, and it was like saying to Harry, but also to himself.

嗯 "Hmm ..." Harry closed his mouth, his face complex and said, "I think ... well! No matter what they are, we are still best friends."

"Yeah, that's it ..." Ron echoed dullly.

Harry's partner is unresolved-believe me, he didn't find his partner so easily! But this time, Maca was also hesitant about her dance partner.

As far as he knows, Luna has never been very interested in dancing. Compared to this, it might be more attractive to her to wear a puppet costume and wave the flag next to her.

But who else can he invite besides Luna?

"Veli?"

才 He just came up with the idea, but he killed it in a blink of an eye.

"Dance from two facial paralysis?" Maca shook her head immediately. "The picture is too beautiful, let's forget ..."

But when it came to this, it seemed that only ...

This is the last week of this semester. The school is bustling and noisy day by day.

People are rumoured about Christmas balls, and most of them are hard to believe-for example, Dumbledore bought eight hundred barrels of flavored mead from Rosebright with three brooms.

Alas, everyone is always happy about these rumors. Who cares if it is true? It's enough to be able to talk about these interesting topics.

But there is a message that sounds quite like this: Dumbledore seems to have booked a strange sister to Hogwarts for a concert.

The little wizards who have listened to N since their childhood are extremely excited, because the eccentric sisters are indeed one of the most popular wizard bands these years.

"Strange sister, that's pretty cool!"

老师 Some teachers, such as the little Professor Flitwick, saw that the classmates were obviously absent-minded and simply stopped teaching.

He allowed them to play games in his class on Wednesday, and he spent most of his time talking to Harry and Hermione, talking about the two wonderful flights they used in the first project of the Final Three curse.

But other teachers don't speak so well.

For example, Professor Bins's attention can't be transferred, and he continues to trudge through his pile of fairy-tale rebellion notes.

My classmates speculated that since Professor Bins did not let his death stop him from continuing his teaching, trivial things like Christmas would not distract him at all.

It was strange to say that, even though Professor Bins could always tell the **** and thrilling goblin rebellion as boring as Percy's crucible bottom report, one person would often come in and listen carefully.

That person is Maca. He could have no interest in other lessons, but as long as he had time, he would still listen to the Magic History Classroom for a while.

Under normal circumstances, he would only sit secretly at the back and not alarm anyone. In the drowsy magic history class, few people really noticed him.

Professor McGonagall and Moody do not let the students sit idle, they always talk until the last second before class.

Not to mention that Snape would rather adopt Harry as his son than let his classmates play games in class.

He glanced at the whole class, telling them that he would test their antidote in the last semester of the semester.

"He's bad," Ron said angrily that night in the Gryffindor common room. "Test us on the last day. Use a lot of homework to ruin the last minute of the semester ~ www.mtlnovel. com ~ Well ... you didn't actually work too hard, didn't you? "Hermione looked up, looking at Ron from the pile of books.

Now, Ron was busy building a castle with his crackling explosive card! Hearing Hermione's sudden conversation, he shook his hand, reached a half of the castle, and then exploded.

"Oh-" Ron wiped his darkened face hard and murmured, "I've been working hard lately."

"It's Christmas, Hermione," Harry said lazily. He was sitting in an armchair by the fire, reading the book that he had read nine times.

Hermione looked at him again with serious eyes.

"Harry, I think you'll do something more creative even if you don't want to learn antidote!"

"Like what?" Harry asked as he watched the artillery team's Joey Jenkins slam a walking ball on a Chaser of the Barry Fort Bats.

你 "Your box!" Hermione whispered her teeth, "It's important, isn't it?"

好 "Okay, Hermione, we can rest until February 24-"

His attention was focused on the book in front of him. He said carelessly and confiscated without notice.

而且 "Also, have you invited Maca? I don't think Maca will reject you ..."

刚 As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, but the words had been exported, but apparently he couldn't take them back.

"I won't invite him."

Hermione's unusual calmness made Harry feel a little creepy.