HP Magic Biography

Potter! Weasley! You listen carefully, will you? Meg's exasperated hoarse voice whipped through Transfiguration class on Thursday.

Regarding Ron and Harry's bold behavior, Fan Lin could only give him a sympathetic look.

In fact, it's been exciting for the pals lately because of Harry's win.

Hermione had warned them both, but it didn't help.

Both Harry and Ron jumped to their feet, looking up.

It was almost the end of class at that time, and they had all finished their work; the guinea fowl was turned into a guinea pig by them, and then turned back into the big cage on Professor McGonagall's podium (whose guinea pig is still alive? feathers), they copied the homework from the blackboard (descriptions and examples of how spells such as Transfiguration are used in completing variants).

It was almost the end of get out of class, so Harry and Ron fought a sword fight with Fred and George's fake wands in the back of the room.

They both stopped now and looked up at the blackboard, Ron holding a tin parrot in his hand, and Harry, holding a rubber crocodile.

Both Potter and Weasley are well-behaved and sensible now, said Professor McGonagall, and looked at them angrily again. Because Harry and the crocodile had their heads down and hit the ground - and Ron's parrot pecked at it...

I have to admit that what Fred and George did is very interesting, especially under the premise that Fan Lin provided a lot of alchemy skills, which made the Weasley joke products even better.

According to the agreement, Fred and George are not allowed to disclose information about Fan Lin to Hermione in any form.

Just be scolded for the two of them to come, anyway, don't bring yourself.

I have something to announce to you— Professor McGonagall cleared his throat.

The Christmas Ball is coming soon...it's a traditional part of the Three Witches Tournament and a chance to mingle with foreign guests. Right now, the ball is only open to students from the fourth grade and up...but...you can also invite a junior Students, if you like—”

Lavender Brown couldn't help giggling, his voice was harsh. Pavoti. Patty touched her ribs and looked at her angrily, but she tried hard not to laugh out loud.

They both looked back at Harry.

Professor McGonagall didn't notice them, so Harry thought it was unfair,

Because he and Ron were almost reprimanded just now.

Fan Lin's eyes lit up, he almost forgot about this activity, this kind of operation.

Fan Lin cast his eyes on Hermione, however, the girl seemed to see nothing, and Hermione's eyes were always on Professor McGonagall.

Just when Fan Lin was hesitant to call Hermione, Professor McGonagall continued her speech.

You must wear a dress. I believe you must have read the list, the list of necessities when you enter the school. I don't want any gentleman or lady who hasn't got a dress by the time the prom starts. Professor McGonagall continued, The prom Beginning at eight o'clock on Christmas Eve and ending at midnight, in the Great Hall. Now—

Professor McConaughey scanned the class unhurriedly.

Of course the Yule Ball is a great opportunity, um - to have fun, she said in a rather disapproving tone.

Lavender laughed even harder, putting a hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing out loud, and Harry now knew why it was so funny: Professor McGonagall, with a tight bun on the back of his head, looked as if Never let my hair down.

(In English, letting your hair down means having fun.)

That's not to say, continued Professor McGonagall, that we're going to relax the code of conduct for Hogwarts students. I'd be very sorry if a Gryffindor embarrassed the school in any way. Not happy.

The bell rang, and everyone packed their schoolbags, put them on their shoulders, and rushed out of the classroom as usual.

Fan Lin just wanted to speak, but Hermione's speed far exceeded his imagination, and Hermione disappeared just as soon as he raised his head.

Professor McGonagall yelled amidst the noise: Potter—you still have something to do, please don't go.

Harry guessed it might be about his headless rubber crocodile, so he walked over to the podium with his head bowed.

Professor McGonagall waited until the class had gone, and said, Potter, the champions and their partners—

What partner? Harry asked in surprise.

Professor McGonagall looked at him questioningly, as if he was asking it out of humor.

Your partner at the Yule Ball, Potter, she said coldly, your partner.

Harry's stomach seemed to be coiled and then retracted. Dance partner?

He felt himself blushing.

I can't dance. He prevaricated immediately.

Oh no, you will, said Professor McGonagall, a little exasperated. That's what I'm going to tell you. Balls have always been for champions and their partners.

Harry pictured himself in a tall hat and a tuxedo, accompanied by a girl in a frilled tuxedo like the one Aunt Petunia used to wear. Like at Uncle Vernon's company party.

I can't dance, he said.

But that's a traditional thing, said Professor McGonagall firmly.

You are a Hogwarts champion, and you should represent the school and do what we expect of you. So please do find a dance partner, Potter.

but I do not know how--

I've said all I need to say, Potter, said Professor McGonagall in a closing tone.

A week ago Harry would have said it would be easier for me to find a dance partner than to take on a Hungarian Horntail.

But now that he's faced with how to invite a girl to the dance because he's already fought Horntail, he'd rather fight Horntail one more time.

Harry had never imagined that so many people would sign up to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas. He usually stayed at school over Christmas because, otherwise, he was back in Priwhite Street.

Privet drive, that's a really bad name.

Want to compare, dancing and back to Privat Street...  

Uh... the players of the Triwizard Tournament are not allowed to leave the school, at least, after the game is over, at least himself, Fleur Delacour, Cedric and Krum, these people are not allowed to leave at all Hogwarts confines.

Harry can only go to Hogsmeade to have a look at the most, which is the regulation of the Ministry of Magic.

But this year was different, and every student above the fourth year seemed to stay, and Harry felt that they too were obsessed with the prom - or, at least, all the girls were.

How spectacular it would be to have so many girls at Hogwarts all at once, he hadn't noticed it before.

You see, there are girls giggling and whispering in the hallway; girls who shriek when boys pass by; what clothes……

Why do they always go in groups? Harry asked Ron, as he saw a dozen girls pass them, sniggering and staring at him.

How do you think you should invite them?

How about a rope? Ron suggested. Have you figured out who to invite? Besides, with Hermione here, we don't need to worry about that guy Fan Lin.

Harry didn't answer.

Of course he knows who he likes to invite, but it's another matter to work up the courage... Cho Chang is a year older than him, very beautiful, and a very good Quidditch player, and very popular , very popular.

Ron seemed to know what Harry was thinking.

Listen, you won't have any trouble. You're a champion, and you've already beaten a Hungarian Horntail. I bet they'll be lining up for your invitation.

Ron kept the embarrassment to a minimum for the sake of their newly redeemed friendship.

And, to Harry's deep surprise, it turned out that Ron had been right.

The next day, a curly-haired girl from Hufflepuff's third year, whom Harry had never spoken to, asked him to dance with him. Harry surprised himself by rejecting her without even thinking about it.

Because of this girl, Harry had to endure insults from Dean, Finnigan, and Ron in History of Magic class.

On the third day, two more girls came to ask him, one from the second grade and one from the fifth grade (which was an honor to him), and the second one looked as if he would take Harry away if he refused. It's like knocking out a punch.

She's pretty good-looking, after all, said Ron, after he had finished laughing.

She's a foot taller than me, said Harry, looking discouraged. Just imagine what it's like when I dance with her.

Hermione's remarks about Krum and his followers kept echoing in his mind. They only like him because he's famous!

Harry wondered if the girls who invited him would have invited him if he hadn't been the school's champion.

Then he thought, if Qiu invited him, would he still be so annoying.

On the whole, Harry had to admit that while the ball was embarrassing, it was worse than going back to Priwhite Street.

But his life has improved markedly since he completed his first assignment.

He no longer encountered the unpleasant things that had happened in the hallway. He suspected it had something to do with Cedric—he thought it was Cedric who had told Hufflepuff's group not to mess with him.

To repay him for notifying him that the dragon is coming...

It seems that there has been a lot less support for Cedric recently.

Draco Malfoy of course still told him about Rita Skeeter's article every possible time, but now he felt that it was not funny - it was just a reminder of Harry's happiness feel.

There was nothing in the Daily Prophet about anything to do with Hagrid, or the schreck.

To tell you the truth, she doesn't seem interested in Fantastic Beasts, Hagrid whispered.

Okay, I told her we've been friends since I picked you up at Dali's house... 'Haven't reprimanded him in four years?' is what Rita asked, and please didn't annoy you in class? I told No, she doesn't seem very happy. Harry, you might think she wants me to say you're horrible.

Of course she thinks so, said Harry, throwing pieces of dragon's liver into a large metal bowl and taking his knife to slice some out. She keeps writing about what a tragic little hero I am, and it gets boring.

She wants a new protagonist, Hagrid, said Ron, peeling the Huheng tin eggshell. You should say Harry is a deranged criminal!

But he's not! said Hagrid, shocked.

She should have interviewed Snape, said Harry angrily. He could tell her all the good things about me at any moment: as soon as Potter came to school, he kept making mistakes...

Professor Snape won't cover you up, Harry... Fan Lin shrugged.

It's conceivable that he would describe Harry as unbearably naughty...an arrogant, always thinking about how to show off, a fool who will never understand the professor's teachings...

Fan Lin imitated Professor Snape's expression with a tone as close as possible.

Cold eyebrows and a hooked nose.

He said that? Hagrid said surprised, while Ron and Hermione laughed.

Immediately, Hagrid also saw that Fan Lin was teasing Harry.

Well, don't take it so seriously, Harry, you're all better now, aren't you?

Thank you, Hagrid. Harry smiled.

Hagrid, are you going to the Yule Ball? Ron asked.

I think I'll go and see, said Hagrid gruffly. It's sure to be fun, I think, and you'll start the dance, won't you, Harry? Who will you take?

No, haven't found it yet, said Harry, feeling himself blushing again.

Fan Lin glanced over unconsciously, but Hermione didn't look at him.

What about you? Hagrid asked.

I'm the same as Harry, said Ron, who didn't care.

Hermione didn't answer Hagrid, I'm going to feed these to the snails, I think they can try it.

Hermione spoke quickly, and she swept the sundries into the basin and took them out.

Oh, of course, thank you very much. Hagrid said naively, and then he shifted his gaze to Fan Lin.

What about you, then? Hagrid asked.

Me? What?

Prom, Fan Lin, you must have a dance partner... Hagrid rarely said seriously.

I don't think Fan Lin needs to worry. Harry said, he thought of Fleur, it seemed that the two of them had a good relationship, and Hermione was also there.

Uh... I think Harry should be the most anxious. Fan Lin said, You should prepare as soon as possible, after all, Harry is going to dance the opening dance...