Infinite Heroes Seat

　　 "Potter! Weasley! Listen carefully, okay?"

　　 Professor McGonagall's irritated hoarse voice swept through Thursday's transformation class like a whip. Harry and Ron both jumped up and looked up dryly.

The two were fighting with each other using fake wands made by George and Fred. Recently, Harry has been in a good mood. He passed the first project alive, and Ron also reconciled with him, of course the most important thing. It was he who scored higher than Guris in the first project.

Although Guris’s great dragon-slaying show conquered almost everyone in the school, he killed the poor dragon. He shouldn’t have done that. The dragon is now a protected magical creature, even because of the game. He didn't receive any punishment, but he suffered a lot from his score, and he is now at the bottom.

　　 "Well, Potter and Weasley have been honest." Professor McConaughey said, "I have something to announce to everyone—"

"The Christmas ball is coming soon—a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament, it is also an opportunity to communicate with foreign guests. Now, the ball is only open to students above the fourth grade—but you can also invite a junior student if you like —"

　　 A few girls in the classroom began to snicker, Professor McGonagall continued, disapprovingly: "You must wear a dress. The prom starts at 8pm on Christmas Day and ends at midnight in the assembly hall. get out of class is now over—"

　　Professor McGonagall glanced around the class calmly, "Potter—you still have something to do, please don't leave."

　　 "Potter, the warriors and their dancing partners—"

　　 "Which partner?" Harry looked at Professor McGonagall suspiciously.

　　Professor McGonagall also looked at him suspiciously, as if he was asking like this because he wanted to be funny.

　　 "Your partner at the Christmas ball, Potter," she said coldly, "your partner."

　　 "Dance partner?" Harry felt himself blush.

　　 "I can't dance." He immediately stalled.

　　 "Oh, no, you will," Professor McGonagall was a little irritated. "That's what I want to tell you. The dance party has always been for the warriors and their dancing partners."

　　 "This is tradition," Professor McConaughey said firmly. "You are a warrior at Hogwarts. You should act as a representative of the school and do what we expect you to do. If a Gryffindor student embarrassed the school in any way, I would be very unhappy. Happy."

　　 "So please be sure to find a partner, Potter." Professor McGonagall said in a commanding tone.

　　 "Well, a dance partner." Harry and Ron murmured on the way back, "Is there anything more embarrassing than being embarrassed in front of the nobles of Guris and Malfoy?"

　　 "Forget it, Harry, this is nothing at all. You have already conquered the fire dragon, and the mere dancing can't trouble you." Ron's tone was still a bit sour, "The most important thing is who do you want to invite?"

"Who to invite?" Harry was silent, and a shadow appeared in his mind, gentle and generous, and beautiful, Quidditch played well and popular—of course he knew who he liked to invite, but he muster courage. It's another story again.

　　 The last week of the semester became more and more noisy. Rumors about the Christmas ball are flying everywhere. This year, every student above the fourth grade seems to have stayed, or at least, all the girls are like this. Hogwarts has never accommodated so many girls at once. Some girls giggled and whispered in the hallway; some girls shrieked when a boy passed by; There are others talking about what to wear on Christmas night...

　　 "Harry—we have to give it a try," Ron said Friday morning, with a tone that seemed to indicate that they were planning to break through an unbreakable fortress. "When we go back to the common room tonight, we will all have a partner-okay? You know, there is only one week left before the dance."

　　 "Well, okay." Harry said vaguely, and he found that every time he saw autumn—at rest, at lunch, when going to magical history class—she was always surrounded by a large group of friends. Didn't she go there alone? There are even four or five girls escorted to the toilet. But if he doesn’t act right away, the figure of Guris appears in his mind, "No, no, Guris is currently fighting Furong, he will definitely invite Furong, and-I am more than him. Excellent, isn't it?" Harry comforted himself.

After the potions class, Harry rushed out of the classroom and walked through the crowds in the hallway, looking for Qiu's figure, and unexpectedly he found her soon. She had just finished the Defense Against the Dark Arts class and was in harmony. A group of friends are going back-Guris is not there and the Warriors don't have a final exam, so no one cares if they don't go to class.

　　 "Uh-Autumn? Can I have a word with you?"

The girls around 　　qiu gave him a surprised look, with weird eyes, expectation, sympathy, and agitation.

　　 Qiu glanced at Harry, sighed imperceptibly, "Okay." Then followed him out.

　　 "Uh, would you like to go to the prom—with me?" Harry's mind was a little confused, but his heart was full of expectations.

　　 "I mean, go to the prom with me." He explained hurriedly.

　　 Qiu looked at him quietly, with a trace of confusion in his big eyes, but soon came to his senses, "Sorry, Harry, I can't go with you."

　　 Harry felt his heart empty suddenly, his voice was a little hoarse, "Why, it's because of Guris?"

　　 Qiu nodded.

　　 "He invited you?"

　　Qiu was silent, and shook his head after a while.

"Why! Why did he not invite you, you have to wait for him! He is with Furong now, he is a playboy, even if it is so you have to wait for him, even if I invite you, you will not agree to it!" Harry suddenly broke out.

Qiu smiled bitterly and lowered his head, "My friends said the same. When Cedric came to invite me, they persuaded me to agree, but who told me to like him? No, who told me to love him, even in the end. If he doesn't come, I won't agree to others."

"No, you can't do this!" Harry was a little crazy, the scar on his head became more and more ugly, he stretched out his hand to grab Qiu Zhang, "Obviously I am better than him, I have gotten more than him. Score—"

　　 A red light flew over, and Harry was knocked out before he touched Qiu Zhang.

　　 A figure came out from the corner of the corridor, and Guris said faintly: "Harry, it's not good to do something with someone else's girlfriend!"

　　 "Guris!" Harry gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, pulling out his wand.

　　 "Faint!" A thick red light shot from his wand.

Mo Wen frowned slightly. It seemed that Harry's magic power was growing rapidly under the influence of Voldemort's soul fragments, but then his brows stretched again, "Armor body!" The gorgeous armor phantom covered his body. On his body, Harry's curse had no effect at all.

　　 "Harry, I think you need to clear your head."

　　 "Fuchsia!" The spell hit Harry all at once, throwing him away.

　　 Harry's face flushed, and his fallen robe fell off, revealing the underwear inside. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Guris, you bastard, I know you are jealous of me, you did not perform as well as me in the first project, afraid that I would steal your limelight, and your despicable guy would sneak attack!" Without a word, he found himself a fig leaf, showing this look in front of Qiu, he really couldn't accept it.

"Really?" Hearing Harry's words, Mowen suddenly smiled playfully, walked to Harry's side step by step, approached his ear and whispered, "Who do you think reminded you to use flying? I really thought that little girl Ginny thought of it, let me tell you the truth, if she hadn't been begging me for one night, you wouldn't have thought of how to use it until you died..."

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　　 Harry walked away in despair, leaving only Qiu Zhang and Mo Wen in place.

　　 "What are you doing here?" Qiu said in a low tone, "Aren't you with Furong?"

　　 I didn’t smile, and stretched out my hand, “I’m here to invite my Christmas partner! Beautiful lady, may I have the honour to participate in the Christmas ball with you?”

　　 Qiu covered her mouth in disbelief, "You, haven't you been chasing Delacour, why didn't you invite her?"

　　 Mowen shrugged, "I want to get her, but the meaningful thing like the Christmas ball naturally has to be with my favorite person, beautiful autumn, are you willing to be my dance partner?"

　　 Mo Wen stretched out his hand again.

　　 "I, I am willing, I am willing..." Qiu threw himself into Mo Wen's arms and sobbed.