[HP] Dark Godfather

Harry Potter successfully passed the first round of the Triwizard Tournament, and Godfather Sirius recently recovered well, which made the boy who survived the catastrophe feel good and look good recently, and this status quo was maintained until he got the Before that definite news.

"What, the Yule Ball? The lead dancer? The partner?" Harry Potter froze with his mouth open, an ungainly expression that caused the girls who were eager to be invited by him to back off.

The first thing that popped into Harry Potter's mind when he heard the news was the pile of dresses and invitations on the bed in his room at 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Yes, Harry, you have to dance your first dance with your partner at the Yule Ball, that's a tradition!" Professor McGonagall said with a smile, "And I heard from Sirius that your ball etiquette is absolutely No problem!"

Harry twitched the corners of his mouth and gave a dry laugh, but he shouted in his heart, "I hate proms!"

Before Ron Weasley had time to show a sympathetic expression, he was called up by Professor McGonagall to demonstrate the dance steps.

"Merlin, who should I choose as my dancing partner?" After class, Harry walked in the corridor in distress, not paying attention to the obvious increase in the number of female students around him, especially the girls who were alone.

"...If you count on Sirius for advice, he will arrange a blind date for me with a dozen girls; if you count on Ron for help, he will think that I am showing off my womanhood; if you can't invite Hermione, you will be laughed at by Ron; if you can't invite Kim Ni, will be whistled by Sirius..." Harry was thinking all the way, but at the corner of the corridor, he collided violently with Draco Malfoy who was hurrying up.

"Don't you have eyes? Scarhead!" Draco stood up in a panic, looked back angrily, and still cursed Harry who was sitting on the ground.

Harry Potter squinted his eyes, looked at Draco who looked flustered and seemed to be avoiding something, the cunning flashed in his eyes, he purposely did not stand up slowly, just blocking the way of Draco's advance.

"Get out of the way, Scarhead, get out of the way!" Draco, who looked behind him as if eager to get rid of something, couldn't help shouting angrily when he found Harry blocking the way.

"Damn it, I can't find my glasses!" Harry lowered his head and deliberately explored the ground with his hands, taking off his glasses and hiding them in his pocket.

"Ah?" Upon hearing this, Draco subconsciously covered his pocket, and after realizing that there was nothing in it, he looked at Harry who was crawling all over the ground with a guilty conscience, "Hey, step aside, I want to go! "

"Huh? My glasses, damn, who is so hateful, curse the thief who stole the glasses!" Harry glared at Drake, and reluctantly moved to the side, but when Drake intended to walk over, Harry looked The hands of the glasses just stopped the feet of the little platinum nobleman, and then, unsurprisingly, Draco tripped and fell to the ground gorgeously.

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Malfoy, let your noble ass land on the ground indecently, but you can't blame me, I don't wear glasses!" Harry stood up suddenly, and satirized with the etiquette taught him by Sirius Draco who fell dizzy.

"You!" Now Draco understood that Harry did it on purpose, so the dragon became angry, and he ignored the nymphomaniac behind him, and swept his foot over to trip Harry.

"Hey!" Harry jumped up nimbly, dodging Draco's attack vigorously, but unluckily stepped on the dropped textbook when he landed, and fell very quickly in the direction of Draco Malfoy .

"Ah..." Painful cries sounded at the same time, startling the nympho girls who were closely following Draco Malfoy. When they rushed to the "crime scene" at the corner of the corridor, they couldn't help showing Weird look.

Mr. Harry Potter hugged Mr. Draco Malfoy in a very domineering way, and the two were so close to the ground, as if they were lovers who would never part for a lifetime.

"Let me go, I can hardly breathe!"

"You just be honest with me, you have tripped me up!"

"Damn it, where did you put your hands!"

"Asshole, your bad breath is blowing into my eyes..."

"..."

"Hey, why do good men match themselves?" Drake's suitor, after seeing the prince in his heart "captured" by Hogwarts warriors, shed a few tears of heartbreak, and then his eyes rekindled. Start the flame of gossip.

"I read that right, Harry is up there, I thought it was Draco..."

"Are you blind? It must be Drake who dominates, it's just that they prefer more exciting poses..."

"Ahem, you guys are too nonsense, they are just fighting, fighting is kissing or scolding or love..."

"I suddenly found that Harry is very attractive without glasses..."

"I think Drake's red face is so cute..."

"Ahem, I think Draco and Harry are still in the running-in stage, they are getting more and more in tune..."

"Hateful, the handsome guy at Hogwarts is also known as the owner of grass..."

"It's even more annoying, handsome grasses like to get together..."

"Ahem, I'm looking forward to the wonderful lead dance of the two of them at the ball..."

"Ah, yes, the Yule Ball!" exclaimed in unison.

"Harry Potter's mysterious dance partner is Draco Malfoy, Merlin, they are indeed together!"

Before dinner time, this amazing news spread to every corner of Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall froze for a moment, frowned and thought about it, and finally felt relieved, "Alright, this is an opportunity for Gryffindor and Slytherin to ease the relationship."

Professor Stroop said to Professor Freevy with satisfaction, "Let me just say, those two children are a good match."

Severus Snape scowled, "Nonsense!"

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore smiled and drank honey lemon tea, "Youth, youth!"

Bastimo covered his mouth and giggled in a flustered manner, "Sweet boy, so sweet!"

Durmstrang's handsome guys smiled ambiguously, "As expected of the golden boys, conquering girls is not as exciting as conquering boys."

Beauxbaton's beauties shook their heads regretfully, "It's a pity, there are still two handsome guys who can be chosen as dance partners...".

During dinner, Harry Potter was eating veal steak listlessly, while listening to the nagging of Mr. Ron Weasley beside him, "Harry, since you have chosen Malfoy as your dance partner, I am inviting Husband." Min won't be made fun of... oh, but do you really like Malfoy, he's a Slytherin... well, you can do whatever you want... hey, are you going to walk or walk..."

Harry didn't pay attention to what Ron was saying at all, he just ate the veal steak quickly, looked at the time, lowered his body and tightened his trouser legs, while tearing up some exercise book papers, crumpled them into small balls and stuffed them into his ears. Then he looked up at the ceiling as if he was waiting for some judgment.

"Harry Potter, come out!" The loud roar shook the hall of Hogwarts, and Professor Sirius Black roared like the Hungarian hornet dragon, and appeared at the door like the wind , the tip of the wand in his hand was sparking.

"Godfather, listen to my explanation!" Harry Potter jumped up quickly and shouted.

"Very well, I'll listen to your explanation, but now I have to give you special training first!" Sirius gritted his teeth grimly, the wand in his hand was tumbling, and he walked towards Harry quickly.

Then, under everyone's amazed gaze, Harry Potter quickly ran to the door on the other side, cast a protective spell on himself while running, and said quickly, "I have nothing to do with Draco, Godfather, believe me, There is really nothing!"

"Fire!" A massive flame comparable to a dragon's breath swept across the hall, and Sirius followed Harry Potter closely.

After the two chased after each other, the hall was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling on the ground, and the little Gryffindor animals with blackened complexions let out a sigh of relief, "Oh, poor thing!" Harry!"

On the Slytherin table, there was no one within three meters of Draco Malfoy, and the platinum nobleman was eating dinner with a pale face and stiff movements, not daring to look at the professor's chair at all.

"Hmph!" Professor Snape stood up and left aggressively, and his sound made Draco's knife and fork tremble involuntarily, and the platinum boy's face turned even paler.

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Due to well-known reasons, Harry Potter did not find a female partner for the ball, and Draco Malfoy, who has always had no shortage of female partners, also failed to find a dancing partner for the first time.

In the end, Harry Potter simply disregarded his face and appeared alone, but was stopped by Sirius at the door.

"Listen, Harry, I'm doing this to prevent you from making a fool of yourself, so don't make an example!" The dark godfather sighed, stretched out his arms, and raised his eyebrows at the unknown godson, "Why are you standing still? Put my arm on my shoulders, You need a partner, boy, and your old godfather is a great dancer!"

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched, and the woman standing next to the godfather came out step by step, and there were countless exclamations on the way.

And Sirius Black glared angrily back at the booing audience, trying to maintain the godfather's dignity.

"Fool!" Severus Snape sneered, looking at Sirius who dragged Harry Potter staggering around on the dance floor.

"Hmm...Godfather, please, don't make me look bad!" Beside Snape, the pale Draco Malfoy held his godfather's arm, begging in a low voice, trembling.

"You have to tell your father that, Draco." Snape turned his head slowly, looking at Draco with gloomy eyes. "Both he and I think it will make a deeper impression on you."

After the warrior's lead dance ended, Professor Snape put Dracula on the dance floor, and forced his godson to dance the girl's steps for a quarter of an hour. A flushed Draco stood awkwardly on the dance floor.

"Huh?" Draco found a sympathetic gaze staring at him, and when he looked up, it turned out to be Harry Potter who was also imprisoned by the godfather. After the two immobile boys looked at each other sympathetically , and then showed an angry hostile expression, and crackling lightnings fought between the two.

The two godfathers, who thought they would teach their godson a lesson, were furious the next day when they saw Rita Skeeter's report in the "Daily Prophet"——

[The Gryffindor warrior and the Slytherin prince, who love each other and cannot stay together, helplessly look at each other affectionately on the dance floor-the twentieth century was shocked by the tragedy of love between two conservative old professors at Hogwarts? 】