HP Hermione's Phoenix

Ever since the [Prom Invitation] function was launched on the school intranet, Harry has been repeatedly swiping the terminal irresistibly.

In the penultimate week of Christmas, the intranets of the three schools were finally connected—now, you can visit Krum’s homepage by clicking on the [Durmstrang Alumni] column on the Hogwarts intranet ...Many girls do this happily, and then look at his series of personal information, from favorite color to awards he has won, until finally, in the [Christmas Dance Partner] column, what he sees is【 Hermione Granger]...

——If you want to send him a [Dance Invitation], no matter how you click that button, the system will only pop up a dialog box [The other party already has a dance partner]...

——The other party already has a dance partner...

The girls were all dejected.Many boys at Hogwarts were also sad.

Harry wasn't staring at Krum's homepage, however.Although he also liked Krum, and was sad that he didn't get the Golden Globe - but Krum hadn't appeared at the Gryffindor table for two weeks in a row, and he didn't notice it.

He held his chin and looked at Qiu Zhang's homepage over and over again.

Name, Qiu Zhang.Height, 165cm.Zodiac sign, Leo.Her favorite animal is sheep, sheep is her zodiac sign, Chinese people believe this...

He knows more than that.He knows that she smiles very sweetly and reservedly, the kind of real classic sweet instead of the exaggerated American sweet. When she smiles, she has shallow pear dimples on her chin, and her black hair is always as smooth as the wind. Move the pointer to On the small avatar of her personal information, the avatar still moves, as if the real Qiu Zhang is smiling in front of her...

"Oh." Seeing his trance-like appearance, Ron couldn't help shaking his hand: "You send the invitation directly, and she will agree."

"No." Harry immediately objected, "It's too impolite to invite people using the terminal."

really.At present, there are not many successful examples of online invitations on the entire three-university joint campus - Beauxbaton’s Purple Iris Sisterhood even sent out a hot post, arguing that girls should not post backwards, and ridiculing "girls with poor conditions" Only then can I accept the invitation from the Internet", "What kind of bad boy is it that dares to send out an invitation without even seeing him", alluding to the fact that British boys are not only not romantic enough, but also have lost their proper gentlemanly demeanor.

That hot post continues to cause a lot of verbal wars, and the direct result is that no girl is willing to become that kind of "post girl". The only function of the prom invitation is to post your dance partner information on the personal information column after the invitation is successful , to ensure the normal operation of the dance invitation market.

Speaking of the dance invitation market—indeed, the dance party has completely formed a market, and even the peripherals of the dance party have been sold—I don’t know when it started, every student who went to Hogsmeade Village brought back a piece of paper from the shop. A large piece of colored gemstone called "Guide Stone". The store said that this kind of product will come out in large quantities every time there is a big social season.

"This is produced by mermaids, and it does have a mystical effect, based on mermaid prophecy... It can guide you to the dance partner you want, or a more intimate partner - just shake it, like a terminal - it may It’s not clear, but I will provide you with certain information.” The centaur Firenze who came out of the Forbidden Forest explained to everyone in this way, academically full of interest.

It is said that many people have found good dance partners by relying on that gem.But the guidance prompts that more people get are very blind.Ron said that this was the same as Neville's memory ball, which had no practical effect, and Harry agreed.

Fred did demonstrate this publicly in the break room.Shake it, and shake out an arrow—follow the arrow—the arrow will continue to change direction—turn—turn right—and finally stop at the door of the lounge.The door of the lounge was opened, and a girl came in—Fred smiled triumphantly at everyone, and said to the girl, "Angelina, would you like to be my dance partner?"

But Ron didn't get the arrow himself, and when he came to the word "myrtle", he couldn't help crying.

Harry shook the guiding stone repeatedly, and what came out of it was the word "dragon".But shouldn't there be a girl?Could it be that Harry wants Caesar to be his partner? ...

But online invitations are not completely eliminated.

Harry has never changed his background settings, that is, his invitation receiving system is not closed by default—at this moment, he opened the background melancholy, and saw hundreds of girls jokingly or seriously sending requests to him , A row of brushes passed by, none of them were sent by Qiu Zhang.

"You are really popular." Ron comforted, "Look, there are so many people after all, and they all want to dance with you."

"A third of the more than 300 messages were sent by Romilda Vane." Harry said depressedly, "I remember she went to the handshake meeting a few days ago, shook hands with Tom and hugged Draco and Zabini kissed..."

"Anyway, you have to take that step by yourself..." Ron said quietly, "It will be too late if you don't go - look at the boys who want to invite Hermione, they are all one step behind Krum. Riding a Firebolt to find her..."

Harry gave him a sad look, sympathetic, in a sense Ron was more lost than he was.

"Okay." He stood up tremblingly, and finally said: "I have to catch her when she is out of class-she is always surrounded by a large group of girls...I'm going to fight..."

"Come on, buddy. Ravenclaw's fifth year schedule is online, you know that?"

"I know..." Harry shook the terminal and walked away as if making up his mind.

He kept shaking the terminal and walked to the North Tower, thinking about various ways to request—

——"Qiu, can you be my dance partner?" Directly and simply!

——“Qiu, can I talk to you alone? ——I’m sorry…” Sincerely…

- "Girls, can you lend me Cho for 2 minutes? Thanks!" Learn how Fred George speaks, whistle...

——Do you want to be more handsome?Riding a Firebolt like Krum invited Hermione to...

No, no, no... Harry thought lowly, he thought he was a person who couldn't be handsome.Or he doesn't know what is handsome at all.Although he is now a wizard, a Hogwarts warrior, a godfather of noble origin, his glasses have been removed long ago, and he will be chased by girls like Romilda Vanni on the road... But However, he knew in his heart that he was always the scruffy, friendless, thin Harry in Dudley's old clothes and broken glasses.

He took two steps and stopped suddenly.

The north tower in front of him was so tall, and the cold wind passed through the other side of the castle. He looked down at the terminal, showing a wry smile...

Qiu Zhang's personal homepage was automatically refreshed.The originally empty column of [Prom Partner] was filled in, and the name of [Cedric Diggory] appeared there.

He shook the terminal heavily with his hand unconsciously, and repositioned his friends list—in the corridor a few floors above his head, Cedric's little dot and Qiu Zhang's little dot stood together.They leaned against the window in the corridor, as if they could imagine how they were talking and laughing happily, one step earlier than themselves, one step faster than themselves, one step more logical than themselves, this pair of prom couples was closer to the sun.

A bitterness welled up in Harry's chest.Or, after the bitterness, there is a tinge of rejoicing. If he really invites, she will only be told, "Oh, I'm sorry Harry, I already have a partner..." Then the girls around her will start giggling...

He stood there blankly, with students coming and going behind him, everything was the same as usual, nothing had changed--nothing had happened yet, and the curtain of first love ended just like that.

Ron Neville looked at Harry sympathetically.

"Come on - just go find another one, must she?" said Ron bitterly.

"Yeah, Harry, there are so many girls on the list of girls who have invited you!" Neville said hastily.

Harry sat down slumped, took off his boots, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep with his head covered.

"Don't—don't be like this, Harry!" Ron and Neville looked at each other, and began to try to persuade him...

"Leave me alone." Harry said depressedly with his head covered, "Where's your partner? Have you found it?"

The two little friends looked at each other, and immediately looked up to the sky at the same time, jumped back to their own beds, and fell asleep even more depressed...

The more time you don't want to face it, the faster it passes.

When the Christmas ball was about to open, snow and ice had already been blowing up outside the window.

Snape was genuinely pleased.He squinted his eyes, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, looking out of the window covered in silver, looking at the strange green juice boiling in the crucible in front of him, and the candlelight also glowing purple, which looked strange and extraordinary...

Draco pushed the door open and saw this weird scene.Snape's face was like a Greek statue, laughing affectionately and deeply at the potion in front of him.

Draco couldn't help shivering, how could this scene look so much like the witch in the Muggle fairy tale book that Harry lent him...

"Godfather—all the activities have ended. Now the voting is about to end completely, and Regulus' support rate is as high as 73%... Unless there are a lot of people who choose to change the voting option at the end, the voting result is completely different. will change."

"Very well," said Snape contentedly.

"Uh... um..." He looked at Snape with a complicated expression, "That...Professor, do you really want to do this?"

"What are you talking about?" Snape glanced at him.

He wanted to say that it was my uncle after all, can't you let it go—but he didn't go on, he just kept silent in depression.

pedal.pedal.pedal.There was a knock on the door.

Regulus walked in with a calm expression.He is still the same with black hair and long legs. He is a combination of elegance and nobility, ancient and fashion. Every time Draco sees him, he can't help but compare his grown-up appearance with him——

"Severus." He stood still, looked at Snape quietly and said, "I ask you one thing."

"Impossible." Snape sneered.

Draco picked up the teacup on the table and was taken aback.

"You know what I'm going to say? Yes, you do—but you must also know why I'm begging you."

"You've won the bet." Snape looked at him with a sneer, "You deserve it—"

"But I can't do this." Regulus emphasized, "I can't really let my brother drink the potion and turn into a woman to dance with me—"

"That's just a new form of Polyjuice Potion," said Snape slyly. "You should look at it with an academic eye."

"I can't, Sev. After all, he is my elder brother, the eldest son of the Black family. He is the man who will become the head of the family. My mother, my father, and many people have placed great hopes in him. Although he He once left us, and the entire upper class of wizards, but he will come back after all..."

--boom!

Draco opened his eyes wide, watching the cellar door slam open, and Sirius broke in aggressively...

"What are you doing!!!" Sirius was so angry that he pointed at Regulus angrily and said, "If I lose, I will lose. I won't use crooked methods, I won't admit it-hmph, but I won't refuse at all. Willing to gamble and admit defeat!"

"Ah, ah." Snape laughed grimly, "Regulus, who won the victory, begged me just now, not to let you drink that potion—for the honor of the young master of the Black family... "

Regulus' face changed, and he yelled in his heart that it was not good. Sirius' face turned ashen, and he grinned violently, and roared angrily: "Shut up! I don't need it! I'm willing to bet! I can afford it! I know exactly what nobility and glory are! I have stayed in Azkaban for 12 years, and I have a clear conscience! But the real Death Eaters have been at large during these 12 years!"

"Brother!" Regulus shouted at him.

"Shut up, too!" Sirius stared at him coldly, his voice lowered a few degrees: "You are just like the snot, don't you just want to insult me?"

"No," he said eagerly, "I just want you to come back to me—I don't want us to become more rigid, and if you're so angry, I just want to call off the bet—"

"Enough!" Sirius said softly, chest heaving: "I know what you want, you want me to go back to be the eldest son of the Black family. That's impossible, since the year I left home at the age of 16... I'm sorry, brother. Don't say anything else... I'll take the bet, that's all."

Regulus felt as if he had been hit hard in his heart, and felt very uncomfortable... He felt his head drooping, and he seemed to recall many scenes of them playing in the gloomy yard of the old house of the Black family when they were young - such a gloomy and narrow sky, The two children sat on children's broomsticks and couldn't fly high, but the elder brother flew far away after all...

However, a voice around him suddenly interrupted everything——

"Wait...Godfather..." Draco whispered in horror, choking his throat desperately.

Snape's eyes widened instantly. Sirius' roar just now didn't make him blink, but at this moment he dropped a test tube and said sharply, "Did you drink the tea on the table?!"

Draco looked at him tearfully...

"Damn it! When did your brain become as stupid as Potter's!" Snape panicked, swearing at everything...

Sirius immediately glared at him, but Regulus also noticed something was wrong, and quickly stopped him——

"Look for Hermione! Find her!" Snape angrily pressed the terminal, "There is no cure for this medicine!"

Within 3 minutes, Hermione was on the scene.Four men—no, the question is questionable now—stared at her.

Hermione glanced at Draco—he pulled up his entire cloak, trying to cover his face like a small Death Eater—Hermione's expression twitched: "Professor Snape, why did you give My godson takes this?"

"That's him being stupid!!! He drank when he saw him on the table—" Snape was furious.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!" Sirius smiled happily, sitting in an armchair to watch the show: "You are afraid that I won't drink it, so you want to trick me into drinking it in the tea, don't you? Instead of hiding, let your—”

"Brother!" Regulus glared at him, "Draco is also your nephew!"

"Uh, okay." Sirius was still laughing.He stroked his chin and said in his heart, in fact, people from the Malfoy family are obviously more suitable for drinking this than himself...

Hermione turned her head: "How much did he drink?"

Snape's expression was dull and angry: "...I drank the whole glass."

"Okay, I see." She said calmly, "It's nothing. The reason why I didn't develop an antidote is that the maximum dose can only be maintained for 24 hours. The effect will disappear by this time tomorrow."

"Is there no antidote?!" Snape slapped the table in disbelief, "You haven't brewed an antidote! The first of the nine laws of potions is to brew an antidote! You—you—"

Regulus suddenly produced a strong force, and could not help but forcefully drag Sirius out.He didn't want to watch such a good show at all...

"There is really no antidote now, what should I do?" Hermione spread her hands helplessly.

"Impossible! He's the heir to the Malfoy family, and he's going to the ball!" Snape growled uncontrollably.

Both Hermione and Draco froze for a moment.Hermione immediately recalled it, squinted her eyes and said, "Well...you don't usually say it, but you still recognize and support Malfoy in your heart..."

"Shut up!" Snape swiftly removed a large pile of equipment, "We'll start researching the antidote now! This is the potion you made, you have to research it—"

"Impossible, the dance will start in five hours." Hermione said clearly, "and on my theoretical basis, this potion does not need an antidote at all. It is an illusion spell, or time When it disappears automatically, either you kill it, and there is no need to change it back."

"...Aren't you the omnipotent Miss Know-It-All!" Snape looked at her angrily.

Hermione said calmly: "If you don't calm down now, your hands will shake even if you study potions. You just stay quiet for a while—Draco, I'll take you to another place where I can find a way."

Draco was still covering his face in dismay, and Hermione led him into the rumbling inner passageway in the wall again, and it was dark around him.

"Don't be nervous, Draco." Hermione said patiently, "I've drank this drug myself, and it's actually not so obvious to others. You are still you, it's an illusion in essence, it affects your brain The nerves work, and you have a strong experience of transformation..."

Draco covered his cloak, and said in a muffled voice, "Have you drank too?"

"Yeah, I invented it, I tried it myself, and it turned out to be very strong, but not many people noticed it, and your godfather didn't even notice it at the time - don't be nervous Draco," Hermione reassured.

He slowly pulled down the cloak, looking at her anxiously...

——I'm going!

——Sure enough, people are very different from each other. Hermione is just an ordinary female man after drinking the potion, but the members of the Malfoy family...

It doesn't matter if it doesn't matter, Hermione's heart trembled when she saw it!

Is this still Draco? !These lovely eyes, this doll hair style that hangs softly and wraps around the cheeks (why does this potion come with a hair transformation?!), these pink lips that are slightly pursed...

What a cute girl who sprouts the sky!Seeing Jiaolong is like a mistake for life!

Hermione said in embarrassment, "Uh... you anyway... don't be nervous, the facial features are still the same as before, be natural, no one will notice."

Draco looked at her with watery eyes: "Um..."

She took a deep breath, walked out from the corridor on the eighth floor, saw that there was no one around, and said: "Uh...you stand here first. Anyway, there is no one here-you just be quiet, don't be nervous... I'm going to a place to help you find a way."

She walked to the Room of Requirement, calmed down, and said silently in her mind: Give me a room that can solve the situation at this time.

The door appeared, and she walked in without looking back.

The place that appeared this time didn't seem right—she had thought about many rooms one by one, and thought that there would be a room full of potions—but the fact is that the flowers and trees in front of her are lush, the grass is soft, and there are artificial creatures floating in the air. The little sun of the magic crystal lamp, and even butterflies flying, seem to form an ecological cycle...

She was wearing Huaduliu, and her eyes suddenly lit up: a wooden shelf was hung in the middle, on which was a...

——Huge whalebone, complicated skirt, a lot of lace and folds, dreamlike, like clouds and brocades...

—a dress for women.

"Huh?!" Hermione was furious, "This is the way to solve the situation for me? What kind of solution is this! - Hogwarts - Hogwarts?!"

For the first time, the castle has lost contact with her since just now, and no matter how much she shouts, there is no response.

Hermione's eyes were full of doubts. She looked left and right, but felt that this dress was mysterious and extraordinary, and there seemed to be an inexplicable power attached to it—this room was also quite strange...

The spiritual consciousness was released slightly, and the true energy just touched the skirt, and a picture appeared in front of him almost instantly:

——At the grand and enthusiastic ceremony, the medieval castle was full of flowers, and people were singing and dancing...

——The tall, blond man held the skirt and stepped to the melody of the accordion, and the people around him laughed...

Hermione took back her spiritual sense in an instant.

what happened?On this skirt, there is still a memory...

And the point is...

Someone else is coming.She suddenly realized something, took two steps suddenly, and there was another opening in front of her eyes——

This small room of green grass is actually connected to another room.The other room seemed to be a mess, and the man with blond hair, blue eyes, a shameless smile, and the memory of that dress just now—was holding up his ruby ​​sword with a silver crown on the tip , shaking constantly.

"Hi. Long time no see." Godric sat there leisurely and handsome, and gave her an evil smile.

At the same time, Harry shook the guiding stone and climbed up the steps step by step.

Ron had already said clearly: "Harry, I've decided that I don't want to dance - and I'm determined not to find a partner... But you're different. The dance is only five hours away. You're a warrior, Mike. Professor Greg says you have to find a partner. Go ahead—although I know pretty much all the pretty girls in the school have been picked, maybe this rock will get you to invite Myrtle..."

Filled with emptiness and heaviness, he watched the ever-changing arrows pointed by the mermaid stone and walked all the way to the eighth floor.

Speaking of the mermaid stone - Gryffindor collectively studied it all night, and everyone already knew that the golden egg contained the cry of a mermaid, but he hasn't continued to study it further... Maybe, after this failed Christmas, we should start thinking about the first two projects...

--what?

Holding the guide stone, he stood dumbfounded in the corridor on the eighth floor.At the same time, the arrow on the mermaid's broken stone actually stopped changing...

"...Uh, Draco?" He looked strangely at the man who kept his back on him and covered the cloak.

"Huh?" Hermione stood in a certain room of the Room of Requirement, looked at Godric, then at the dress, and slowly recalled: "So this is your dress from a thousand years ago? —— You thousand years ago..."

"Hey, people are tough," Godric said.

"Well, actually, I don't think it matters, but you seem to care?" Hermione folded her arms, narrowed her eyes and said, "There are tens of thousands of hues in sentient beings, but hues are hues after all. I thought you have reached this stage , should have already been detached, I didn't expect you to still care so much..."

Godric slapped his thigh fiercely, and said sadly: "Of course! My big Gryffindors can't wear women's clothes!"

"..." Hermione looked at him with disgust, "So although Sirius lost the bet this time, is he destined not to be able to drink that medicine? So you—"

"This is also the reincarnation of chance in heaven, and the retribution is not good." Shi Zu looked at her deeply, blinked, "Odds, you understand."

——Obviously you are the one who is displeased with the things that happened thousands of years ago...

"So?" Hermione took a deep breath and said flatly, "You want me to take this dress out for people in Slytherin House to wear?—With all due respect, you really—"

"No." Godric suddenly shook the sword in his hand again, and with a smile he picked up the crown and waved it in front of her.

The exquisite silver crown shone slightly, and Hermione was suddenly startled——

"You know what this is, right? It's also chance, it's fate, you know..." Godric looked at her with a smile, his eyes were shameless and deep: "Do you want it?"

"..."

"If you want you, please beg me!" He held a long sword and laughed handsomely.

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