The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

Once the news of the Yule Ball spread, it disrupted the interest of the little wizards in studying. The professors at Hogwarts knew that they were not in the mood to study and were always thinking about their dance partners, so they would choose to study. Of course, Professor Snape There is no exception, but his self-study class will not be so easy.

"Ron, you don't mind if I invite Ginny to the dance?" Harry whispered.

"She has already agreed, I have no objection, oh~" Ron shrugged indifferently, and then he was slapped on the head by Snape, and Harry was not spared either.

"I heard that Neville has also invited a dance partner." Ron turned his head and saw Snape walking away with a notebook, and continued, "It's Hannah Abbott!"

"That's great, where's Seamus?" Harry turned to look at Seamus next to him, "Who did you invite?"

"I didn't invite anyone," Seamus looked at Harry and Ron unhappy, "They will only affect my casting speed and my art!"

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"Ah! Oh! Ugh!"

The three of them rubbed their heads almost at the same time, the elusive Snape came behind them at some point, holding a notebook and giving them a quick blow.

"Seamus, no girl likes a guy like you who talks about art," Ron continued, taking advantage of Snape's turn. "You're going to scare them."

"Seamo, do you want us to think of a way for you? You see, Neville has found a dance partner, not to mention Draco, he probably has to wait in line!" Harry was also a little worried about Seamus, and now among them, only He is alone.

"···"

Snape squinted at the three of them still whispering, raised his hands, rolled up his sleeves, and casually copied a tome on the desk, Duang, Duang, Duang, it was a three-in-a-row , They screamed in pain.

"Potter, Weasley, Finnigan! For ignoring classroom discipline, Gryffindor will deduct 30 points!" He not only deducted points mercilessly, "In the last class of this semester, I will check all of you The antidote made!"

This was a disaster for Harry, he thought he could avoid the last chance to test the drug himself, it seems that Snape didn't intend to let him go so easily!

Macon apparated Hermione to Diagon Alley, and they were going to prepare dresses for tonight's ball.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Malkin, how do you use the alchemy doll?" Macon and Hermione walked into Madam Malkin's robe shop hand in hand. Two alchemy dolls were walking around in the store wearing gorgeous clothes. Go, model, many wizards shopping for robes.

"Oh, Macon, they are so good, my business has improved a lot," Mrs. Malkin immediately became happy when she saw that it was Macon who greeted her, "You are so right, I have a lot of them now. Time to create new styles, are you?"

"We want to order two sets of dresses for the prom," Macon and Hermione smiled at each other, "just for tonight, I wonder if you have time?"

"It's such a perfect pair. I have an inspiration now. Let me measure the size." Mrs. Mojin was delighted to see their handsome appearance, and the magic tape quickly measured the right size. "You can go back to the puppet hall to rest for a while, and I'll send it to you when it's done. I just want to buy some more nutrition liquid, which will make them more realistic, and those scents will also increase customers' desire to shop."

"Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you, Mrs. Malkin," Macon suddenly thought of something, "It seems that there is one more thing to trouble you..."

Macon and Hermione went to the Black and White Cat Puppet Hall to wait for Madam Malkin to make a dress. Hermione came here for the first time, and Macon introduced her one by one. Leaving aside, at Hogwarts, Harry and Ron were like The ants on the hot pan are spinning around.

"It's over! Harry, we don't have a dress!" When Ron watched Neville trying on a dress, he remembered that neither he nor Harry had bought one, "What now? We only have one afternoon !"

"Ron, it's too late for us to go to Diagon Alley now." Harry also lost his mind. He and Ron's figures are not suitable for ordinary dresses, and it is difficult to borrow them.

"I remember that Zhu Weiqiong brought a big package at noon a few days ago?" Seamus lay on the bed and looked at the two of them. He thought that Ron's parents would prepare them for them. After all, every Christmas, the two of them They will all receive sweaters prepared for them by Mrs. Weasley.

"That's right! The package! That big package!" Ron rushed to the bed and dragged out a package from under it. He was only engrossed in the snowball fight at noon that day and forgot about it.

"For Harry?" Ron hurriedly opened the package, the top one had Harry's name written on it, and he handed the bag in his hand to Harry, and the bottom one was written Ronnie Baby , that was his.

Harry took an old suit out of the bag and found it to be a perfect fit. Compliments to Aunt Molly!

Ron pulled out a piece of reddish-brown fabric from the bag. It was very long, and some white lace was faintly visible on it...

He pulled out the whole dress, shook it, and gave off a strange smell. It was a very retro white lace embroidered cloth robe with a large lapel, and there was a cross-pattern embroidered cloth vest inside. The inward buttery yellow edge...

"What, what is this?" Ron couldn't believe it. He looked at Harry's old suit and then at his own dress robes, "Little Ronnie? Mom! Harry is yours." Baby?"

"Ron... it just looks a bit vintage," said Harry, holding on to the old gown tightly. "I think you'll look great in it!"

"Harry! What are you wearing? Look at this one in my hand! Vintage? Looks good?" Ron shook his robe again, and held it up in front of Harry, "Look! Look! This is at least Clothes from 1 years ago! I look like an old aunt in this!"

"Haha!" Seamus laughed from ear to ear lying on the bed, rolling around wrapped in the quilt.

"Shut up, Seamus! You don't even have a date!"

"Hmph! Who do you look down on? I'll find the prettiest one right now!"

Seamus let go of the quilt, jumped up, snorted heavily at Ron, and walked away.

The way from the foyer to the auditorium was already full of people. Many wizards and wizards in formal attire were chatting with each other here. Harry was walking anxiously in front of the auditorium. He was not waiting for Ginny, she was right next to him, and Padma stood together, fiddling with her fingers, obviously she was not calm either.

"Harry, you look irritable," said Hermione as she walked down the hall, holding Macon's arm. "Where's Ron?"

"Ro..." Harry looked up at the two of them, stunned. Macon was wearing a white dress with a black single wing embroidered on it, extending from the waist to the chest, and Hermione was wearing a black dress. , with a white single wing embroidered on it, and they leaned together on the left and back to form a pair. Macon's long black hair and Hermione's light golden long hair were simply placed in the back half. Duan tied up, with a strand of hair hanging from the left and right sides of the forehead, and matched with their already good-looking faces, Harry was dumbfounded.

"Ron! Yes! Ron!" Harry shook his head, trying to clear himself up, "Ron is still playing with that 1-year-old gown! not bad!"

"Harry, you give this to him." Macon took out a bag from the white cat hairpin on his head, with the words of Mrs. Malkin's Robe Shop on it, "you may have to run faster."