[HP] End of Death

"That is to say, you got Malfoy's help last time?" In the Gryffindor lounge, Ron asked, with an expression on his face as if he had been sprayed with bobble tuber pus. , and has been for a long time.

"Harry, this is wrong." Hermione turned her head and glanced around. There were a few classmates secretly looking here. She lowered her voice, "I mean, things like cheating..."

"Okay, I see." Harry suddenly felt a little irritated and interrupted her, but immediately regretted it after finishing speaking, so he softened his tone, "I will not accept his help in the future .”

Hermione glanced at him, she seemed about to say something, but said nothing in the end.Harry sighed and looked out the window wistfully.

In Transfiguration class a week later, Harry and Ron were having fun with two fake wands invented by Fred and George, Ron holding a tin-plated parrot, Harry holding It's a rubbery haddock.

"Potter! Weasley! Can you concentrate a little more!" Professor McGonagall's annoyed voice thundered, causing the two of them to look up.

"I have a few words for you all. The Yule Ball is coming up - a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to mingle with foreign guests. Well, the dance is only for fourth graders Students above are open—but if you wish, you can invite a junior—”

Professor Snape also told them this passage in Potions class, but judging from the direction of his face, Harry should have said it to the Slytherins.

As soon as he finished speaking, several girls in the audience giggled, and everyone turned their attention to Harry and Draco.Harry was sitting on pins and needles, but Draco didn't respond, looking at Professor Snape calmly.

"The Yule Ball will undoubtedly give you the opportunity to perform well in front of everyone, but if I see anyone embarrassing Hogwarts in any way," Harry felt Professor Snape's gaze on his face. He stared up and down, and he stared back unflinchingly, "I'm going to be very, very sad. get out of class dismissed."

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Draco packed his schoolbag and threw it over his shoulder.The students next to him were excitedly discussing about the prom, and several girls kept casting suggestive looks at him, including Pansy and Daphne.

"Draco, come with me." Professor Snape beckoned to him.

Everyone around fell silent, and Draco shrugged and walked towards him, and the man patted him on the back and took him aside.

"I think you already know about this, but I'll tell you just in case. Draco, every warrior must invite a companion."

Draco glanced back quickly, Gryffindors were gone, only a few Slytherins were still packing their schoolbags.

"Oh, Professor, I heard that the ball is danced by warriors and their partners," he said with a broad smile.

"Yes, that's the tradition. Draco, can you dance?"

"Of course I will, Professor." Draco was still smiling, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

Harry didn't know many classmates who registered for Christmas at Hogwarts, and of course he himself stayed every year, and he didn't want to go back to his uncle's house in Privet Drive.But in his memory, only a very small number of people stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas, but this year was different. Almost all the students above the fourth grade stayed, and they seemed to be quite obsessed with the Yule Ball—at least The girls were like this. He suddenly discovered that Hogwarts accommodated so many girls, and he hadn't noticed it before.

"Why are they always in groups?" Harry complained, just now a dozen or so girls crowded together passed by in the corridor, they looked at Harry and secretly smiled, "How can you wait until they are alone?" activity, grab one and make a request?"

"Try tying one up?" Ron suggested. "Harry, do you have anyone you want to invite?"

Harry thought about it seriously for a while, and ran through the girls he knew in his mind, and it seemed that there was no one he wanted to invite in particular... And thinking that Draco's face appeared in his mind for some reason in the end, it made him I thought I must be crazy.

"Listen, Harry, you're going to be all right. You're a warrior, you just beat the Hungarian Horntail, and everyone's desperate to be your partner."

Facts have proved that Ron's speculation is correct.The next day, he was invited by a curly-haired third-year Hufflepuff girl whom Harry had never spoken to before.He was surprised and rejected her without hesitation, and the girl looked hurt when she left.Then two more girls came to invite him, one was in the second grade, and the other was actually in the fifth grade. It seemed that if Harry dared to refuse, she would knock him out.

"Harry Potter, if you haven't found a partner yet, I mean, can you consider me?" This afternoon, another girl stopped Harry at the door of the classroom. Ron and Seamus next to him Immediately showed an expression of watching the show.

"Uh..." Before Harry could react, he was pushed hard on the back by someone passing by, almost hitting the girl.He turned his head and glanced, just in time to see Draco's back flashing past.

Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, was silent for a while, and finally made up his mind.He smiled at the girl: "Okay."

"Really?" The girl covered her mouth, she obviously didn't expect Harry would really agree.Among the girls who took the initiative to invite him, she wasn't the prettiest, nor was she the best in figure. She thought she was definitely hopeless.

Compared to the girl's surprise, Ron and Seamus looked like they had seen a ghost.After she left, the two couldn't wait to ask:

"Harry, are you really going to dance with that girl?"

"I've observed that she's taller than you in high heels—"

"Harry, do you know her?"

Harry casually found a few reasons to perfunctory the past, in fact, he couldn't even remember the girl's name, only knew that she was in the same grade as him and a student of Ravenclaw.For some reason he felt a little guilty, like he was just using her.Maybe he should find her one day to get acquainted with her.

When Draco returned to the Slytherin lounge, he put his schoolbag heavily on the table and sat in the armchair without saying a word.Both Crabbe and Goyle felt his depression and dared not say a word.

However, there were still a few unobservant girls who gathered around him to talk to him. Normally, Draco would be happy to brag and tell them about his heroic deeds, but today he was not in the mood at all, and scribbled a few words After that, I started to lose my mind, and I didn't even notice that they were all gone.

"Hey, Malfoy. So you're here." Blaise walked over and sat across from him, touching his chin, "You don't seem to be in a good mood."

Draco looked up at him, his face darkened, and he didn't answer.

"Have you found a partner? I heard that Potter has already found—" Blaise continued to speak recklessly. The next moment, the back of the boy sitting opposite him was stiff, and his fingers were clenched.

"Who did he find?" he asked in a low, dangerous voice.

"I don't know, I don't know that girl. Anyway, I don't like it." He shrugged.

"Heh, with your picky eyes, there is no girl you like in Hogwarts, right?" Draco laughed, his eyes were cold.

"So I'm not going to dance." Blaise shook his head, "What about you? You should have someone in mind, right?"

"Yeah." The boy nodded generously.Braston was immediately aroused, and Crabbe and Goyle next to him also came over curiously to eavesdrop.

"who is it?"

His slender fingers tapped on the table, and Draco raised the corners of his lips, showing a gentle smile: "Hermione Granger."