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Sherlock didn't want to reject Fleur, embarrass her or something in front of so many people.

But in the same way, it is impossible for him to agree to her request.

"I'm sorry." His expression was serious, "I think you can invite other better students to be your dance partners, Fleur, I have no plans to dance with anyone at this year's Christmas ball."

Even if she was deliberately generous and she was rejected by Sherlock twice in a row, she would inevitably show a frustrated and sad expression at this time.

"Are you deliberately looking for this excuse to reject me?"

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"I don't deny that I'm rejecting you, but it's not an excuse. I really have no plans to dance at the ball, and besides, I can't dance at all."

Furong looked a little unwilling now. She glanced at Shilk sitting next to Sherlock and opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but she still didn't say what she wanted to say, and left with a disappointed face.

She obviously had no intention of continuing to eat lunch, and left the auditorium directly.

And after she left, the students in the entire auditorium were like frying pans, and almost everyone was talking about what happened just now.

The professors sitting on the long table on the high platform, because Sherlock was next to them, naturally couldn't chat as openly as the students, but Flitwick sighed with a smile.

"Sherlock is really popular. Whether it's a student or a professor now, it's just as popular."

Sherlock pursed his lips without complaining.

Are you really sure that Sherlock in your school days is attractive?

He ignored Flitwick's good-natured teasing, and instead glanced at Shilk, not seeing any strange emotions from her calm expression.

"She likes you."

Just when Sherlock turned to look at her, Shilk suddenly said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Sherlock touched his forehead helplessly.

"It can't be called liking, right? Maybe it's because I rescued her once. Although this kind of heroic saving beauty plot is vulgar, it does make her feel good about me."

"Then what about you?"

Hearing her question, Sherlock couldn't help but smirk.

"What are you asking, doesn't my refusal just now show my attitude?"

"She is in the seventh grade now, and she will graduate at the end of this semester. She will no longer be a student by then. If she still expresses a good impression of you, will you still refuse?" Silk's voice was flat, like It's like asking a trivial thing.

Sherlock said without hesitation.

"You know I'm not a prickly person. If I really have a crush on her, even if she's still a student, I wouldn't refuse to be so direct just now. Of course I can't say anything about the future, but I'm sure right now. Just treat her as a little girl who needs education, nothing else."

But Silk was very dissatisfied with his words, and after wiping the corners of his mouth with a table cloth, he stood up from the chair.

"You're not squeamish, but there is no one more hypocritical than you in the whole of Hogwarts."

After speaking, she left the auditorium alone.

Sherlock, who only stared at him, looked aggrieved. He vented his temper on the sausages on the plate and muttered at the same time.

"Who am I provoking?"

Fleur's invitation to Sherlock to be rejected is pretty cool.

But after returning to the Gryffindor lounge, Ron and Hermione finally learned that Harry was also rejected.

Ron smacked his lips.

"There is not much time left. There are less than three days before the Christmas dance. We must find a dance partner, otherwise we will be laughed at by other boys."

Harry propped his chin with his hand in distress, as if he had not yet shaken off the sadness of being rejected by Qiu Zhang.

Hermione, who was still holding a book and reading, reminded them without raising her head.

"You really have to find your dance partner as soon as possible. The girls in the whole Gryffindor have been picked out, and there are more boys than girls."

Harry was immersed in his own emotions, and he hadn't heard anything from Hermione's words, but Ron did hear something different.

"You also found a dance partner!" he asked in shock.

Hermione frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Is it a strange thing for someone to invite me?"

"Who is it? Neville?" Ron expressed complete curiosity.

At this time, Harry also reacted, and he looked at Hermione with such shocked eyes, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

"Why don't we know!"

Hermione held her head high and folded the book upside down on her lap.

"Because you two are arrogant, arrogant, and stupid enough!"

Harry and Ron didn't feel angry after being scolded for a while, and they were still curious about who had invited Hermione to be a dance partner.

However, Hermione never let go and was unwilling to tell them, and it was estimated that they would only know until the day of the dance.

Harry and Ron finally had to figure out a way to find a dance partner to go to the dance on their own. Although they never said anything, they both had a Hermione in their hearts as a guarantee.

Three days passed quickly.

On Christmas morning, Harry woke up frightened by Dobby who came to visit him, and their entire bedroom was unwrapping their Christmas presents.

Sherlock also came out of his office early.

He looked at the lawn that was already covered with thick snow and stretched lazily.

Coincidentally, at this time Shilk also just walked down the stairs and ran into him.

"Merry Christmas," she said softly.

There was a smile on Sherlock's face, and he was about to reply.

"Merry Christmas..."

"You don't need to say your wishes. If you can, you don't need to say Merry Christmas to others today." Her expression was serious, not like a joke.

This made Charlotte very puzzled.

"What did you predict?"

Shilk's figure froze. She seemed to think that the excuse that Sherlock found by herself was a good one, so she followed his words.

"Just remember my advice."

Sherlock has never been a hardheaded person, and he especially has no doubts about Silke's talent for divination, which was unquestionable since she was a child.

Since she said that she had better not open her mouth to bless her today, she wouldn't open her mouth if it was a big deal, it was just a matter of one sentence anyway.

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