Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

Iris's dejection lasted until the next day's Transfiguration class. She poked the mouse in front of her with her wand. The very unfortunate little guy fell on his back the second he was sent to the little girl by Professor McGonagall. He fell down and lay dead on the table for the whole class, while the mouse on the next table was scurrying around in terror. For this class, turning a living mouse into a goblet added a lot. Less difficulty.In fact it was supposed to be a second-year subject, but since the other two schools had arrived at Hogwarts everything had been stepped up and the library was full of people all day.

"Professor McGonagall, can we really not go to the Yule Ball?"

"Only students above the fourth grade can participate. This is the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament, and it is also an opportunity to communicate with foreign guests. Unless the students above the fourth grade invite one of you as a dance partner, you cannot participate."

"Do not--"

"Miss Nyx! Stop poking that poor mouse! It's scared enough of you when it sees you."

Everyone laughed, everyone thought that Professor McGonagall had learned to ridicule in the recent more and more annoying things.In fact, the serious professor of transfiguration is not kidding, she is already seriously thinking about whether this kind of transfiguration class with animals still needs to be taught to the little girl seriously.

"You must wear a dress. The ball starts at eight o'clock in the evening on Christmas Eve and ends at midnight in the Great Hall..."

"Professor, didn't you say we can't participate?" A little lion muttered.

"First graders are not allowed to participate, but of course the players in the Triwizard Tournament are an exception!" Professor McGonagall looked at Iris who seemed to be confused and didn't understand what was going on, and suddenly felt that this kind of headache should be handed over to Hogwarts. The founder of the basilisk, the owner of this basilisk is right—Merlin knows how to teach a basilisk to dance...

"I say that to every student from Year 1000 onwards! Proms are good, but if someone clumses like a duck at them and ruins [-] years of Gryffindor House glory , I will make him or her regret it very much! As for you, Iris, I believe that before that, Professor Nix will be annoyed by your performance first."

The little girl's face suddenly turned white.

Professor McGonagall really didn't want to say such heavy words, but she really couldn't imagine how a basilisk who couldn't walk steadily, and could walk three steps and fall once on the uneven undulating stone road, would dance?

"Dancing? I, I...I can't." The little girl's expression seemed distorted.

If Harry had been here he would have been surprised to find that Aerys' reaction was exactly the same as when he had been informed by Professor McGonagall.

"Oh, I know, of course I know." Professor McGonagall's words caused another burst of laughter.

"But you have to, because the Yule Ball has always been for the Triwizard Tournament players and their partners - whoever threw that parchment, all you need to do now is find a partner , and go to the ball on Christmas night."

The savior's reaction on the spot was that he wanted to go back and confront a Hungarian hornet again, and he didn't want to complete this difficult and terrifying task. Iris' nose twitched and continued to poke the mouse on the table.

"That's it! I warn the rest of you, if you are lucky enough to be able to participate in the dance after receiving the invitation from the senior class, you must also consider your own performance. If any of you discredit the academy..."

Professor McGonagall stopped talking, but it was clear that her goal had been achieved.

Immediately after class was over, several boys from the Lion House rushed to Aerys.

"Iris, let's go together, you can't dance and I can teach you."

"Nonsense, you dance like a frog."

"You're talking nonsense, can you dance?"

In fact, whoever, whether they know how to dance or not, dances better than Aerys who walks and wrestles.

The little girl looked left and right. Although the lower grade Slytherin students not far away wanted to go to the dance very much, they still couldn't bear to find a lion as a dance partner to mix in, and their attitude towards Aerys was always the same. Both are bad, and if Gryffindors are impulsive or lacking in etiquette, Aerys happens to be one of them.

"Aerys, you are too short for a senior boy to stand in front of you."

"Yes, Aerys, they can all come to the ball, and they won't invite you."

Yes, she's short, and she can't walk well, as if in their eyes, she's not pretty, eats a lot, isn't smart, doesn't do well in class—Aerys is just dull and doesn't understand wizards. The way of life, it is not stupid, the basilisk has an IQ that is not inferior to that of a wizard, and the owner likes its silly appearance, why does it change itself?So it can guess what the people who are talking around it are thinking.

"Get out of the way! I'm not going to the dance with you!"

The little girl is angry!Pick up the book and run down the cellar.

The basilisk's sense of direction played a trick on the little girl again at this time. When Iris stopped, she blinked and looked at the wall without a road, and then looked at the steps behind her - she seemed to have run into a fork in the road ——He shuffled back in frustration, pulling at the hem of his clothes as he walked.

Uh, why are there voices talking in front?

"Hi, may I ask you, no, may I have the honor of inviting you to the Yule Ball?"

Aerys stared at the familiar chunky boy in silence——Neville Longbottom stood facing the wall in this remote side road where no one would normally come, his ears were red, and he faced the wall over and over again. He muttered, even if there was no one in front of him, obviously the invitation he was practicing didn't have much strength.

Aerys tiptoed away from the corner.

"Ron, think about it, Fleur... Hermione! Don't go!"

The savior frantically tried to comfort his two friends, but obviously neither of them succeeded.

Ron was still in a daze, and Hermione left angrily.

"Eh?" Harry also saw Iris, so he was even more embarrassed. He didn't know what to say, so he could barely twitch the corner of his mouth as a greeting.

Aerys tilted her head and looked Harry up and down.Well, why has she never looked so pleasingly at Harry?She is small and thin, just right, and she is also short.Wearing ugly black-rimmed glasses, it doesn't matter, so even if she changes back and opens her eyes to see, because the glass will petrify at most.Black hair and green eyes, really nice, just like the owner. (The basilisk does not have human aesthetics, it only knows how to look at the appearance characteristics...)

[Harry Potter, will you go to the Yule Ball with me? ]

The savior was so choked that his whole face contorted as if seeing a dementor: [I think, ah... I'm afraid it's not suitable...]

[Not suitable?Why? ] Iris didn't expect to be rejected, and suddenly opened her eyes wide.

[because…]

Why else, who has the guts to dance with a basilisk in his arms, at least he doesn't dare, maybe he should face the fire dragon again~~ Harry tried his best to put on a normal expression, but he couldn't find a reason in his panic, I had to say: [Because I want to invite Qiu Zhang. ]

It doesn't matter, it's snake language anyway, there is no one here, and Ron can't understand it.

[A fifth-year Ravenclaw... I, I want to invite her because...]

[Because she is prettier than me?Still taller than me?Or does she eat very little? ]

Forget the first two comparisons, what is the last one, the savior twitched.

[It's not...it's because of her, she...] desperately trying to think of a reason, and the reason is that the basilisk can understand, how difficult it is, Harry bit the bullet, and said indiscriminately, [She has a beautiful smile, And she's oriental...]

Aerys frowned.

[…Oriental, same eye color as hair…]

The little girl suddenly realized, yes, she can find another person with black hair and green eyes.

[I see, you go invite her!By the way, Harry. ]

[what? ]

[What is dancing? ]

[…] utterly defeated savior.

Wait until you get dizzy and get stuffed. "Dancing is two people turning in circles together, and they have to turn beautifully, and they have to wear beautiful clothes to turn together, and they have to hold their arms together, and in the middle of the movement, they have to hold their waists and turn." Snake Stunned and stupefied, he walked up the steps, and saw a group of boys whispering behind the graceful and beautiful Fleur in a blue satin magic robe, and a group of girls secretly laughing and talking in the opposite direction, following the tall and silent Krum. Reese finally felt that everyone had gone crazy.

A small hand touched his waist, and Aerys' expression twisted for a while.

The snake's waist is of course very long, and I don't know which section it is.

If you were to be strangled by a pair of hands--

Anyway, the little girl was already numb and dumbfounded.

[Owner! ]

[kindness? ]

[Professor McGonagall says I must go to the Yule Ball! ]

[…] Duke Slytherin has seen the crux of the matter.

[You can't even walk well! ]

[…I can't find a partner even if I can dance! ]

[...]

[Master, Harry said, dancing means that two people turn around in circles together, and they have to turn beautifully, and they have to wear beautiful clothes to turn around together, and they have to hold their arms together and hold their waists in the middle of the movement. Terrible! ]

[…] The boy who lived, did he want to die at their hands?

[Master, Iris is so scared, what should I do?Would you like to accompany Iris to the ball, master? ]

[…good. ]

[real? ] The little girl jumped up happily.

[From today, no snacks between classes, no afternoon tea, no supper, use the time saved to practice dancing! ] Salazar didn’t give any room for compromise, Ling Cha then added, [If you dare to wrestle or step on my foot at the Christmas ball…]

╮(╯▽╰)╭, the miserable life of the basilisk is finally about to begin.