HP Disguise Magus

After the first project ended, and the cold December came, Amy had to wear a deer velvet cape that had been enchanted with warmth, and even then she was still a little shivering in the protection of magical creatures outdoors class.

That obnoxious reporter, Rita Skeeter, rolls her eyes in Hagrid's class, looking malicious.Amy looked at her elaborate curls and scarlet lips, looking forward to the day Hermione would catch her.She didn't mind giving Hermione a hint.Although Hermione could handle it pretty well on her own.

After the arithmetic and divination class in the afternoon, Amy and Hermione walked downstairs together. They walked through the torch-lit corridor and met Cedric and his friends.Cedric saw them bow their heads and say something to his friend, and came over.

"Hi, Amy, Hermione," said Cedric.

"Hi, Cedric—"

"Congratulations on your first project, Cedric," Amy said.

"Thanks, actually, I want to thank Harry for telling me that the first project was dragons," Cedric said sheepishly. "Did you tell him to tell me, Amy?"

"No," said Amy, "it's Harry who wants fair play,"

"You say what he says," Cedric said, touching his nose.

"I'm going ahead a little bit," Hermione smiled at Amy, waved to Cedric, and left briskly.

"Actually, there is one more thing." I don't know if it was because of the light, Cedric's face was a little red, "I don't know if you know it? About the Christmas ball?"

"Oh, Professor McGonagall hasn't said yet," Amy's face became a little hot, is that what she thought?

"Oh, I don't know if you would prefer to go with Harry," Cedric lowered his head, looking intently into Amy's eyes, and Amy felt her face turn red. "Would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me?"

"Okay, okay," Amy stumbled as he watched his clear gray eyes, "Harry and I are just friends, in fact he's more like my brother." fluent.

Cedric grinned. He opened his hands as if to hug Amy, but then he lowered his hands and shook them empty-handed. "See you at the dance."

"Goodbye." Amy waved to him, blushing, and Cedric sent her to the end of the corridor before returning to his friends.

Turning around the corridor, Amy heard a laughing sound behind her.Nor did Amy expect Cedric to invite her.Shouldn't he invite Cho Chang?She originally planned to go alone, anyway, she is not a warrior and does not need to dance.But that's not bad, she really couldn't say no to such a handsome guy inviting her.To hell with Snape.Amy thought bitterly.

Amy was with Neville at dinner, because Harry couldn't see any of them.I don't know where I went.Neville told her that the book "Fantastic Creatures of the Mediterranean" was particularly interesting, he had already finished reading it, and if Amy was interested, she could read it for entertainment.Amy agreed with great interest.

Back in the common room, Harry and the others appeared. It turned out that they went to the kitchen and saw Dobby and another house elf, Winky.Harry told Amy about Dobby's story in detail, but Amy had already heard part of it when she was petrified.Hermione complained to Amy that Crouch abused the house elf Winky, and Amy could only pat Hermione on the arm. Comrade still needs to work hard.

After Thursday's transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall really talked about the Yule Ball. "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 Ball is only open to students from Year [-] onwards - but if you wish, A junior student may be invited—"

Lavender Brown next to Amy let out a giggle.Parvati Patil poked her hard and the muscles on Parvati's own face tensed because she was trying so hard not to laugh, and Amy found it a little funny watching them both.

The two of them went to see Harry at the same time, and Harry frowned, because Professor McGonagall had just criticized him and Ron for not paying attention in class, and they were playing with the fake wand invented by George and Fred in the back of the class.

"Put on your dress robes," continued Professor McGonagall, "the ball will be in the Great Hall at eight o'clock on Christmas evening and ends at twelve midnight. Potter—please stay, I have a word for you Words. Others can dismiss the get out of class."

Amy and Hermione Ron were waiting for Harry outside the classroom.After a while, Harry came out bitterly, with an expression as if he knew he was going to deal with the fire dragon.

"Professor McGonagall said I had to find a partner," Harry said helplessly, "to dance."

He blushed.

Amy coughed loudly and suppressed her smile.

"Tie one over with a noose?" Ron suggested. "Have you figured out who you're going to hire?"

Harry didn't speak, his face flushed even more.

"Listen, you're going to be in no trouble. You're a warrior. You just beat the Hungarian Horntail. I bet they'll line up to dance with you," said Ron bitterly.Amy patted Ron on the shoulder.

Sure enough, what Ron said made sense.The very next day, a curly-haired third-year Hufflepuff girl whom Harry had never spoken to before offered to ask Harry to go to the dance with her.Harry was so taken aback that he refused without even thinking about it.The girl walked away, looking hurt.Throughout History of Magic, Harry had to endure the sarcasm and teasing of the girl from Dean, Seamus and Ron.The next day, two more girls came to invite him, one from the second year and the other (to his horror) a fifth year, who looked as though if Harry had the guts to say no, she would Knock him out.

"She's pretty," said Ron fairly, when he had laughed enough.Amy giggled.

"She's a foot taller than me," said Harry, still in shock. "Imagine me dancing with her and not making a fool of yourself!"

After dinner, Amy returned to the common room with Harry Ron, and Hermione went to the library again.

"Hi, Amy," Lee Jordan sat down next to them, "Do you have a partner?" He asked relaxedly, but his fingers moved restlessly on the table.

"Oh, oh, I already have a partner," Amy whispered, a little surprised.

"Okay," Lee Jordan was a little frustrated, "a step late, isn't it? Guys, hurry up!" He smiled at Amy, patted Harry and Ron and left.

"Who are you going with? That friend of yours? Are you reconciled?" Ron asked Amy like a cannonball, gossiping.

"Well, not that friend," Amy said nonchalantly, "Harry, who do you want to invite?"

Harry was listening to Ron's gossip, and the topic turned to him unexpectedly, "No, no." He blushed again.

"I suggest you two hurry up tomorrow, Harry," Amy pointed out. "Lovely Quidditch players are always welcome. And you, Ron, have you decided who to invite?" "

Ron grunted and went to play chess with Harry.

The next day, under Amy's firm instigation, Harry mustered up the courage to set off. He looked back at Hermione, Ron and Amy three times a step at a time, but he still went.

At dinner, Harry returned cheerful, though still flushed. "How is it?" Ron asked impatiently.

"Qiu Zhang agreed to go with me." Harry grinned sheepishly and sat down.

"Cool," Ron patted Harry's arm excitedly, and slapped the chicken leg that Harry had just picked up onto the plate.

"That's great, Harry." Hermione said happily too.Amy smiled beside her.The story line is also good.

"It's just the two of us, Hermione," said Ron, turning away, and Hermione blushed. "Wh-what," she stammered.

"Amy's got a date, too, and I've got to make a quick move and invite someone. I don't want to end up dancing with an ugly monster," Ron said to Hermione.

Hermione's expression suddenly became very ugly. "I'm sorry,... what?"

"Well - you know," said Ron, shrugging his shoulders, "I'd rather go alone - than find, say, Eloise Midgen."

"Her acne has been much better lately - she's actually pretty!"

"Her nose is a bit crooked," said Ron.

"Oh, I see," said Hermione, exasperated. "So, basically, you want to invite the prettiest girl who'll accept you, even if she's a total badass?"

"Um - yeah, that's mostly true," said Ron.

"I'm done," said Hermione, throwing her fork onto the plate, and said nothing more.Amy and Harry were eating in silence, and they looked at each other. Amy believed that she and Harry had the same thought, but both of them remained silent.

The Christmas atmosphere in the castle is getting stronger and stronger. Twelve tall and verdant Christmas trees have been placed in the Great Hall, decorated with all kinds of baubles, from shining holly fruits to non-stop chirping christmas trees. Live golden owl.Amy's little prince owl likes to fly to the auditorium to play with those owls, and even flies over to eat delicious food from Amy's plate when eating, "It can hardly fly..." Amy Complain to Hermione.

Hermione was in a good mood.Because Klum invited her to a prom at the library the other day.Amy smiled and Mimi watched the first half.

"Excuse me, can I sit here?" he said to Hermione in a low voice.

Hermione blushed as if she'd taken a pick-me-up. "Okay, okay," she said.While removing her large book.Krum swept away his usual gloom, and happily sat next to Hermione. Amy winked at Hermione and slipped away quietly.

On the contrary, Ron's mood was not so good.He invited Fleur Delacour to the ball in a strange way in the corridor, "I don't know how I would do such a thing!" Ron gasped, "Am I kidding? There are people in— — packed with people — I was so dazed — everybody was watching! I met her as I was walking down the hall — she was standing there talking to Digory — and suddenly I couldn’t help — I went up and asked her!"

Ron was pale. They were all in the common room now, Harry and Ginny, with Amy comforting him.

Ron sighed, covering his face with his hands. "She looked at me like I was a sea cucumber or something. She didn't even bother to answer. Then - I don't know - I just came to my senses and ran away."

"She's part Veela, remember I told you?" said Harry. "You were right—her grandma was a Veela. It wasn't your fault, I bet she was talking to Dee." Gorris cast that spell, and you just happened to pass by, and you got hit."

"It's just ridiculous," said Ron. "I'm the only one left with no partner - yes, except Neville. Yes - guess who he invited? Hermione!"

"What?" said Harry, completely absorbed by the surprising news.

"Yeah, I know about it!" Ron said and laughed, and some blood returned to his face, "He told me after Potions class! He said she was always so kind, why did she help him with his homework?" Yes - but Hermione told him she'd promised someone else. Ha! That's true! She just didn't want to go with Neville... I mean, who would ask her?"

"Don't laugh!" said Ginny angrily. "Don't laugh—"

At this moment, Hermione crawled in through the hole behind the portrait. "What's going on?" she asked, coming over.

"Ron asked the girl to the ball and she was turned down!" said Ginny.

"Thank you, Ginny," said Ron grimly.

"Pretty girls are being taken, aren't they, Ron?" said Hermione haughtily. "Eloise Midgen is starting to look pretty too, isn't she? It doesn't matter, I'm sure you'll always be there." Where to find someone who is willing to accept you."

Ron glared at Hermione, as if suddenly looking at her with new eyes. "Hermione, Neville was right - you're a good girl..."

"Oh, very observant," she said sharply.

"So—would you like to go to the ball with me?"

"No, I can't." Hermione flatly refused.

"Oh, hurry up," he said impatiently, "we both need a partner, and it would be too embarrassing if the others had one and we didn't..."

"I can't go with you," said Hermione, blushing, "because I've promised someone else."

"No, you didn't!" said Ron. "You just said that to get rid of Neville!"

"Oh, did you?" said Hermione, with a frightening gleam in her eyes, "It took you three years to find out I'm a good girl, Ron, and that doesn't mean no one else noticed! "

Ron stared at her blankly, and then he grinned again. "Well, well, I know you're a good girl," he said. "Is that all right? Can you say yes?"

"I've told you!" Hermione said angrily, "I've promised someone else!" After she finished speaking, she rushed towards the girls' dormitory angrily.

"She's lying." Ron said expressionlessly, looking at her back.

"She didn't," Ginny whispered.Amy also nodded, "Indeed, I saw someone invited her."

"Oh, who's that guy?" Ron snapped.

"I can't tell you, that's her private business," Ginny said.

"Okay," said Ron, looking completely bewildered. "My God, what am I going to do, Harry, it's just me and Neville without a partner!"

"No, you're the only one who doesn't have a partner," Ginny added. "I've already said yes—I promised Neville. After Hermione turned him down, he invited me, and I think...anyway...anyway, If I don't say yes to him, I won't be able to go either, I'm not in fourth grade yet." She said dejectedly, casting a glance at Harry.

Ron stared at his little sister, completely speechless.Harry tried to say something, but he kept his mouth shut.