All things are three at Hogwarts

In the last week of the semester, the school became more lively and noisy day by day. People were spreading rumors about the Yule Ball. Even Allen, who was immersed in the study of dementors, heard a lot of gossip while eating in the auditorium.

For example, Dumbledore bought eight hundred barrels of flavored mead from Rosmer Tower of the Three Broomsticks. The Weird Sisters, a popular group in the wizarding world, have been booked to perform a song...

Compared with these news, what made the little wizards even more restless was their dance partners.

During breakfast, Michael proudly told Ellen that three girls had already invited him. The little wizards in the training class are all in high demand.

"I said, man, you better speed up or you're going to get the good girls," Michael said.

Allen smiled calmly and nodded.

"Well, maybe you don't have to worry." Michael saw the glances of the girls around him, "But you will be harassed for a long time."

Allen followed Michael's gaze and saw several Ravenclaw girls instantly getting excited, pushing and teasing each other.

"I think it's not too late for you to leave now," Michael suggested.

"You're right." Allen spotted a girl who seemed to be coming over under the encouragement of many girls, and quickly stood up and left the auditorium.

Alan's invitation had not arrived, and Hermione was rarely distracted in the Charms class. Fortunately, Professor Flitwick saw that the classmates were obviously distracted, so he simply stopped teaching.

Professor Flitwick allowed the young wizards to play games in his class, and he spent most of the time talking to Harry, talking about the wonderful flying weapon that Harry used in the first project of the Triwizard Tournament. curse.

When the bell rang, Hermione packed her schoolbag and walked to the Potions classroom. As soon as she reached the lobby on the first floor, someone called her name.

That unique pronunciation belongs to only one person Krum.

"Hermione, can you be my partner for the Yule Ball?" Krum quickly came to Hermione and handed Hermione a purple box.

Hermione didn't take it, and just when she was about to refuse, Krum spoke quickly.

"Hermione, I was deeply attracted by your uniqueness during the Quidditch World Cup. I went to the library every day just to see you and have more opportunities to interact with you. No one has ever You can make my heart move so much, I really like you, I hope you can give me a chance."

Krum's long, thick eyebrows were rarely wrinkled, his lips trembled slightly, and the look he looked at Hermione was not as strong as usual, and the pleading look in it made him look particularly fragile.

He handed the small purple box in his hand to Hermione again: "This is the Golden Snitch given to me by my grandmother. It is a relic left by my grandfather to her. As a training prop, this Golden Snitch has witnessed my growth and accompanied me. It took over my whole childhood. I made it into a necklace and gave it to you."

Hermione was moved, but she still planned to refuse. When she was hesitating about what to say, she was interrupted by Krum again.

Krum saw the hesitation on Hermione's face, and before Hermione could speak, he quickly said: "You're not waiting for Alan Harris to invite you, are you? I heard that he has problems with many girls. An unclear relationship.”

Suddenly, a cold voice said behind them: "Superficial star chasing? Using an old golden snitch to trick the Muggle little witch is really a cheap excuse. Isn't it enough to stay together often? This is what Kui said. Is Diqi’s second-ranked Seeker confused?”

A figure stepped out from the shadows behind them, Professor Snape.

"It's shameful to trick the little witch with your passable flying skills." Snape glanced at Krum contemptuously.

Hermione was already a little angry because of Krum's words, but now she said to Snape even more angrily: "If I hadn't been interrupted by you all the time, I would have refused."

"Sorry Krum, I can't accept your invitation."

After saying that, Hermione turned around and wanted to leave, but for a moment, she was stunned for a moment and hurried forward, "Ellen, I didn't..."

Allen walked over from the distant foyer and smiled at her. His next words successfully made Hermione, who was worried about Allen's misunderstanding, and eager to explain, turn her worries into joy.

"Hermione, I would like to invite you to be my dance partner, are you willing?" Allen sent the invitation directly without waiting for Hermione to finish her explanation.

Hermione nodded happily, and Alan nodded to Professor Snape. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the pillar on the left. Behind the pillar, Ron stared at them with an unhappy expression.

"Miss Know-It-All, don't be late." Professor Snape snorted and walked towards the Potions classroom, his cloak rustling behind him.

"I have to leave quickly." Although Hermione was happy, the professor had already entered the classroom, and she couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Allen knew Hermione's character, rubbed the top of her disheveled hair, and said goodbye to her gently.

Seeing the little witch's hurried back, Allen couldn't help but laugh. Ignoring Krum, whose face was so gloomy that he could almost drip water, Allen strode out of the hall.

Back in the tower, Allen sat at the desk, unfolded the parchment, dipped the quill in the ink bottle, and started writing quickly on the parchment.

"For Aunt Josephine." Ellen fed Benny some cornflakes and tied the letter to his leg.

Then, Allen took out a sheet of music, hummed softly in time, and transcribed at the same time.

The teachers and students of Gwarts constantly show their desire to impress the guests of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, and they seem determined to put their best foot forward at the castle this Christmas. The school was decorated with lights and colorful decorations.

And Hagrid is naturally the main force in decorating the school. Instead of complaining, he worked extremely hard. Wearing a pink suit, his hair was tied back, and he was sprayed with cologne.

The handrails of the marble stairs are covered with icicles that will never melt, and the twelve Christmas trees customarily placed in the auditorium are decorated with all kinds of baubles, from shiny holly berries to endless Hooting live golden owl.

The armors were enchanted so that they would sing Christmas carols whenever anyone passed by. It's particularly hilarious to hear an empty helmet singing "Oh, come, ye pious men."

But sometimes, you have to pay attention to whether it is the armor that sings, or the

"Peeves, come out quickly." Filch grabbed Peeves with both hands and tried to pull him out of the armor.

"Perhaps, you can let me come." Hagrid said with a smile.