A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In the common room, Sniff Wallen enjoyed special treatment.

After sending away a group of people who came to watch the excitement, Harry and the others sat in their old positions in the corner. Ron and Hermione were not too embarrassed to talk because of the shame that Warren had seen. Harry thought about it, still finding it easier to talk to Warren.

"Would you like some candy?" he asked.

Warren shook his head. He took out a box of crackling exploding cards from his pocket, and looked at them with bright black eyes. That means, is there anyone playing cards?

Hermione, who had been silent for a while, laughed, "Warren, have you learned this yet?"

Ron also blinked and whispered in a secret tone: "I teach you a new gameplay, my exclusive invention...not a traditional gameplay, nor a Bavarian gameplay, look!"

He opened the box and quickly built the foundation of a castle with exploding cards. "Next is the second layer. Keep stacking up. At this time, your hand must be steady...oh..." Ron stretched his face, because The second floor of the castle had already begun to flicker.

Warren leaped deftly from the table, jumped into Hermione's arms, and stared back at the two humble castles.

"boom!"

Ron's castle of cards exploded, and a cloud of fire and black smoke rose from the table, and Warren watched it all with interest.

Harry and Hermione wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. Ron wiped his dirty faces with his sleeves and said happily, "It's actually very exciting, isn't it? I recommend you play with the professor. One, there must be a hit in the end. Believe me, I'm on your side!" He vowed to Warren.

"Oh, that's right." Hermione said suddenly. She raised Sniff and let its eyes face her. "Walren, do you know that hourglass, you gave it to Harry?" She handed it to Harry. A look.

Harry understood, and took out a gray hourglass from his pocket and stretched it out in front of it, "That's it. I heard Hermione say, uh, she actually only heard Professor Haipu mention it once, you robbed it in the middle of the night. The gem of the Gringotts goblin was ordered by the professor to return it..."

Sniffer stared at the hourglass for a long time. It had no impression. This kind of thing didn't appeal to it much. What was the situation at that time?

Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched the sniffing gestures, guessing, and almost understood the whole thing.

"So, you returned all the gems, but don't know how, you left the hourglass...I didn't take it seriously later when I checked the treasures." Hermione concluded.

Sniff nodded, and continued to sign.

"Your baby is too much... I didn't pay attention to this hourglass." Hermione said grimly, and Warren nodded fiercely. That's right, that's it. Ron widened his eyes and stared at the sniffing pocket, "How many things are you hiding, I can see—"

Warren immediately turned his head away.

"—Okay, I understand what you mean." Ron said.

At this moment, Ginny came over and sat next to Hermione, "Oh, little Valen, it's you..." Hermione was combing her hair. Ginny teased and sniffed, and asked in a casual tone: " Have you figured it out, do you take the initiative to invite your partner, or wait for others to invite you? There won't be any leftovers in the end, right?"

Harry and Ron on the side's eyes widened, they were worrying about it. In the deformation class yesterday Friday, they completed the classwork ahead of schedule-turning the guinea fowl into a guinea pig, so they decided to play a duel game. Harry and Ron were holding two fake wands. Ron was holding a tinned parrot, and Harry was holding a rubber haddock. They were in the back of the classroom to try their swordsmanship.

Hermione looked at them with an annoyed look. She was sorting out her deformed notes. "Gentlemen, can't you do something that suits your age?"

"You see, we are practicing swordsmanship, following the example of the first Dean Godric Gryffindor." Ron defended his naive behavior while attacking while Harry was not paying attention.

"Well, do you know Gryffindor's favorite spell?" Hermione asked lightly.

Harry and Ron stopped and looked at each other.

"Sharp blade, this spell can add magic power to the weapon, so that the sharpness and toughness of the weapon are greatly improved, just like curing the effect of the cutting spell, of course, it is even better. When Gryffindor holds a fairy When using the sword, you can easily cut through the skin of the fire dragon." Hermione explained, completing the last part of the notes.

At this time, Professor McGonagall walked over and watched Ron's tinned parrot—Harry's rubber haddock head was interrupted. She pursed her lips and said nothing.

Immediately, she turned and walked onto the podium, announcing the news of the Christmas ball to everyone.

"The prom is only open to students above the fourth grade. If you plan to, um... spread your hair and relax yourself," Professor McGonagall paused and said disapprovingly: "You have to find a partner for yourself...Of course. It’s okay to invite lower grade students..."

Lavender Brown gave a harsh smirk, but she was not alone. Parvati Pettil stabbed her hard, and they both turned to look at Harry. In fact, more than half of the girls in the class were looking at Harry at this time, and Harry had never felt such a fierce gaze.

After the course was over, Professor McGonagall left Harry, Hermione and Ron and told them an amazing news.

"You should know," McGonagall said dryly.

Harry looked at Hermione suspiciously and nodded of course. He looked at Ron again. Ron was also confused. Harry thought Professor McGonagall left them for his headless rubber haddock. , But now it seems that there is a problem with his understanding.

"Potter, the warriors all have their own partners—" Professor McGonagall said.

"Partner—what!" Harry took a breath and interrupted her.

"Partner, partner, whatever you want to understand," McGonagall said, and she noticed Harry's blushing and smiled understandingly. "Yes, traditionally, the dance is performed by the warriors and their partners."

Harry was still stunned. He wanted to make a little cheerful expression, because Professor McGonagall obviously thinks this is the privilege and honor of the warriors, but he just imagined a funny picture of himself wearing a top hat and a tuxedo. I can't wait to throw this honor out.

Maybe Ron would like it, Harry thought, but he soon realized that Ron was also one of the warriors, as well as Hermione.

When they came out of the classroom, Harry and Ron were a little listless, which made them fail to find Hermione who was equally worried. Professor McGonagall’s last words slammed into their hearts like a whip, crackling in their hearts—

"As the most important representative of the school, you must do what everyone expects. Therefore, you must find yourself a partner."

When they walked to the auditorium, Ron said bitterly: "You are actually good to say, Harry, you have always been popular. The girls can't wait for you to invite them. Maybe... someone else invites you. . It’s a lot harder for me. Also, did you hear what Professor McGonagall said? Everyone must wear dresses and robes... Damn, I have such a grandmother embroidered dress..."

In fact, Ron’s words made sense, and Harry was indeed more popular than he thought. Just the next day—that is, this morning, when he and Ron were having breakfast in the auditorium, a third-year curly-haired girl from Hufflepuff College invited Harry to the Christmas ball, and he hadn’t even talked to her before. Said something.

The scene was a bit awkward. He was discussing with Ron about his dancing partners, and they were all worried about it. Ron even pessimistically proposed to use a confinement spell to put one back, "Don't use the most powerful spell." Ron said with deep feeling.

Harry let out a sneer laugh and stuffed pumpkin porridge in his mouth when the girl came over to him and invited him.

"Oh, uh, what did you say... sorry, I haven't figured it out yet." Harry looked at her in surprise, and because it was too sudden, he refused without thinking.

The girl walked away with a hurt expression on her face.

After that, Hermione, who hurried downstairs, dragged them to the station of Ifamoni, "We are thinking about the dance partner, Hermione!" Ron complained at the time ~www.readwn.com~ but Hermione He dismissed his excuse because he was half a month away from the Christmas ball. Harry and Ron both had the thought of avoiding, so they followed Hermione-until they squatted in front of Ifamoni's station with extreme boredom. Two hours.

If you ask him now, Harry can't say which one is more terrifying to challenge the fire dragon, invite a dancing partner, or squat in the ice and snow for two hours, but the terrible thing is that it is now at night, and he is ready to take a bath and sleep after receiving Sniffing Warren. Now, Ginny’s question dragged him back to reality.

...

When he tossed in bed at night and couldn't sleep, what Ginny said to Hermione echoed in his mind: "Did you think about it, do you want to invite your partner, or wait for someone to invite you? There will never be the last thing left. Let's go down."

He originally had a name in his heart, but he knew it was just his own random thoughts, but a secret thought told him, in case, if Cedric didn't invite Qiu, that Collins would be pretty, wouldn't he?

But now, he is not so sure.

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