Harry Potter's Bastard

In the past two days, Sylna has been walking a little awkwardly, and her feet have been stepped on a little hard by Solim. Fortunately, Solim learned things quickly, and Sylna didn't suffer too much.

On a recent Hogsmeade Day, Solim also received a dress that he had made from a ready-to-wear store. The owner of the Off-the-top clothing store obviously knew very well that a pure-blood family was different from a pure-blood family, and Solim's dress was decent, not too prominent, but there should be no less details.

In the Christmas daytime class, few students are able to calm down and study. Many professors, such as Professor Flivy, don't even give lectures on the last day, but let the students chat casually in class.

At this time, he was chatting with Solim very happily, Flitwick was an expert, the compound spell that Solim used to deal with the Australian Albumen Eye in the first project could not hide his magic eye, although the compound spell at that time was partly in the category of Transfiguration, but more of it was a spell, Solim's performance at that time made Professor Flitwick very happy, he had not seen such a talented wizard in many years, of course, Harry's flying spell was also perfect, but compared to Solim, it seemed a little inadequate.

Some professors like Professor Fliwick are obviously talkative, and they will let the students go, but some professors are not so talkative, and they see that today's class is no different from the previous classes, there is a lot of things to be taught, and a lot of homework is assigned.

Professors like McGonagall and Snape would not have thought that they would allow them to mess around in class like Professor Flitwick did. And, of course, Professor Binns of the History of Magic, the only ghost professor at Hogwarts, whose lessons were still taught as usual, his bland tone was enough to kill the excitement of the students. Maybe for him, the little things of the Christmas ball don't distract him at all.

Hogwarts students and students are constantly showing a desire to impress Beauxbatons and Durmstrang guests, and they seem determined to bring out the best in the castle this Christmas. The school was decorated with lights, and the students found that they had never seen such beautiful decorations since they entered the school. The handrails of the marble staircase are covered with everlasting icits, and the twelve Christmas trees that are customary in the auditorium are adorned with all sorts of knick-knacks, from glittering holly to live golden owls chirping incessantly. The armor was enchanted, and whenever someone passed by, they would sing Christmas carols.

On Thursday evening, Solim and his party arrived at the small classroom as usual. Anyway, there was still some time before the Christmas Ball, and the frenetic atmosphere in the school did make these people want to go to the small classroom to cool down. Harry's Bubble Charm didn't work when it didn't work, although he also knew that the Bubble Charm was about whether he would drown in the Black Lake - but he just didn't have any desire to practice today, and the dance partner had already annoyed him, and today he finally mustered up the courage to go to Autumn, but as Fred said, maybe George? Harry really regretted it now.

Imagine that.

When Harry finally came up with the determination, mustered up the courage, and found the right time to block Miss Zhang in the hallway, and stumbled like a fool to invite a dance partner, the response was that someone else already had a dance partner.

You know, he was nervous before Harry came, a minute ago he felt like his entrails were wriggling like a snake, and now all of a sudden, he felt as if he had no entrails at all.

But it wasn't over yet, Harry was a little unwilling, he wanted to know who had made the appointment with Miss Zhang first, maybe more than one step, and when he heard Cedric's name, Harry didn't know what kind of mood he was in. But his body felt the sensation that his internal organs were back in his body, and they were filled with lead.

After returning to the Gryffindor common room in a daze, there was another unpleasant situation between Hermione and Ron. The reason is that Ron is only willing to go to the ball with those good-looking young ladies, and this attitude of judging people by appearance directly angers Hermione.

"Hey," Solim called twice, and he noticed that the Gryffindor men were all looking a little wrong, "what's wrong with you?"

"There are those who have sad faces. Solim looked at Harry.

"There are indignant ones. Solim looked at Hermione again.

"There are also those who are embarrassed. Solim gave Neville one last last look.

"What's wrong with you?"

Draco was watching the excitement with his arms on his shoulder, and Sylna was enjoying a large glass of ice cream, and when they came from the basement, they asked for it from the kitchen by the way, and on the way Solim said that Sylna was crazy and ate ice cream in the winter.

"Solim, you find—oh, I forgot, that Beauxbatons warrior is your dance partner. Harry was sunk into the couch.

"So you don't have a dance partner yet?" Solim thought for a moment, as if Harry had had such an experience.

Looking at Hermione on the side, Solim said directly, "Are you stupid? Can't you see Hermione?"

"Humph!" Hermione shook her head, not even looking at Harry. "Some idiots are not in a hurry beforehand, and they start to be anxious when the girls are all picked out, and some idiots ...... Never mind. "

"What's going on?" Solim looked at Neville.

"Uh...... Ron—well, he said something in the common room—to upset Hermione. "

Draco's eyes widened when he heard Weasley's name.

"Hah, Weasley, by the way, what do you think he'd wear to the ball? wrapped in sheets?" Draco hadn't been on the train to look for Weasley's moldy head when he started school, so he hadn't seen the dress that Mrs. Weasley had prepared for Ron.

"Ron had a gown - his mom had given him. Seriously, if it had been centuries ago, it might have been fashionable. Hermione was still teasing Ron, "If he goes to the ball in that dress, I promise no girl will want to dance with him." "

Hearing this, Draco's whole body trembled with excitement.

"I can't wait for the dance to start right now. Draco grinned, "Think—ah—an old Weasley, in an old gown." Hahahaha. "

"Alright, let's stop for a moment. Anyway, you don't have to go to the dance unless you're going to drink poison like I did, but if you're going to go, you'll have to hurry. "

"What?!" several people immediately looked at Solim.

"You're still going to drink poison?"

"Just to not go to the prom?"

Harry felt that Solim was a Slytherin, much more ruthless than himself, and that he had just wanted to break his leg so that people could think of drinking poison.

But then again, Harry had to agree with Solim's idea. If it was just a broken leg, Madam Pomfrey probably picked it up immediately, and maybe it would be more reliable to drink poison?

Harry decided that if he couldn't find a dance partner tomorrow, he would ask Solim for a bottle of poison.