Chapter 833: Private dance

Dear Mr. Maca McLean,
Oh, although we work together at Hogwarts, we meet a few times a day. But at this time, I still hope to express my sincerity with a formal invitation.
In fact, I would like to invite you to come to my personal ball in the small hall on the first floor of Dongbao at 7pm on the weekend. In this dance party, I will prepare some gadgets that can make everyone happy, so that everyone can temporarily get rid of the pressure of living and studying on weekdays and enjoy every minute of rest.
Of course, if you have any friends who want to join us, I will be happy as the organizer!
Well, right! Speaking of which, Mr. McLean's wisdom must have understood my little intentions.
In fact, I also want to use this dance party to try some good ideas that I have come up with to see if they will have satisfactory live effects.
Finally, looking forward to your reply!
Your friend,
Horace Slughorn

This is a personal invitation that Maca received two days ago.
Obviously both are professors in the same school, and the fat old man still likes to send invitation letters.
Since Maca often responds to rejections, the invitations are now longer and longer, obviously it is quite hopeful that Maca can show his face in his private activities.
But to be honest, Maca really has so much expectations today.
After all, this old man with a wide social circle is usually very creative when hosting events, and it doesn't have the same kind of repetition. If he can come up with something new and interesting this time, the event will be officially opened to the public, and it will also bring a special favor to guests outside Hogwarts.
It was gradually getting dark.
"Ginny, did you also buy a purongrong?"
In the corridor, Luna looked at the pink fur ball on Ginny's shoulder with a smile on her face.
As you can see, the purongrong is like a hairy tennis ball. It was lying lazily like this, and a pair of dark and shiny eyes were embedded in the fur, and looked very cute.
However, Maca doesn't like these little guys.
At first, he was also stuffed with purongrong by Luna, it was because his nostrils were blocked by their tongues, and his breathing was awake.
Fortunately, at least Maca hasn't come yet.
"Oh, yes!" Ginny reached out and touched the fluffy little fellow, smiling. "Pu Rongrong is gentle, easy to feed, and comfortable to the touch."
But at this moment, Ron, who was behind them, suddenly approached Harry and added in a low voice:
"The most important thing is that it is cheap."
Of course Ginny heard it, so she turned her head and stared at her brother immediately.
"At least more expensive than mice!"
"I have an owl now!" Ron immediately argued.
When Harry saw this, he had to pat Ron to signal him to stop talking, lest Ginny be unhappy for a while.
On the other hand, Hermione didn't have much interest in these. She was now comparing her clothes to Luna's, and pondered for a moment before she nodded secretly as if confirming something.
The girls' dresses are very good today.
Luna is a silver cake dress with sparkling sequins on her head. This color can't be controlled by ordinary people, but on Luna's body, it seems that it has a bright feeling.
Hermione is an off-the-shoulder gauze dress. The simple sewing design gives her a sense of floating that she usually does not have, and it must be very good to dance.
As for Ginny, the pale yellow dress is naturally inclusive, and it can also bring a little noble atmosphere-at least Harry looks very admired.
"Have you heard? Slughorn also invited Scrimgeour tonight ..."
Seeing Hermione suddenly bring this up, everyone had cast a confused look, not knowing what she was about to say. But Luna blinked, as if she thought of something.
"Is it Rufus Scrimgeour?" She said earnestly, "Vampire! He is actually a vampire-my dad told me that he wrote a long article when Scrimgeour had just taken over as Minister of Magic, But as soon as the issue of "Singing Contradiction" was released, someone in the ministry came to ask him to stop shipping the remaining orders! "
Speaking of which, Luna also slackened her hands.
"You say, is this the guilty conscience of the Ministry of Magic-they are afraid that Dad will tell the truth."
Ron heard it and shook his head subtly.
"I think the Ministry of Magic is jealous of Maca, otherwise they would have taken Mr. Lovegood, the rumorist, to the Ministry for review."
But Maca shrugged.
"Don't tell me, I don't know anything."
A few people spoke at will, and it didn't take long for them to come to the entrance of the small hall where the ball was held.
Slughorn's private activities are still very popular among students. Both boys and girls love to relax on the evening of the rest day.
And tonight, there are a lot of people gathered at the door ... especially the girls who haven't had a good relationship to receive the invitations, they are mostly waiting to see if any boys can lead them in.
If you don't invite yourself, maybe no one will drive you out, but it is still a bad manner.
A few of them walked through the crowd to the door, and they had heard the laughter and music from them, and of course there were many buzzing enthusiastic conversations.
There are already a lot of people inside.
"Are we waiting here first? Mostly, Maca hasn't come yet ..." Ron asked casually.
However, Hermione waved at him.
"It's okay for us to go first, but your words-" she pointed around, "I suggest that you better invite a girl first."
Hermione spoke, stretching Luna's arms, then pointed at Ginny and Harry.
"Look, none of us are going to dance with you, I think you have to think about your partner yourself."
"Oh ... can you speak so directly?" Ron sighed bitterly, and then reluctantly walked to the side. "Yes, I understand. I'll go and discuss with them ..."
The decoration in the small hall this time seems to be a lot of flowers. If you look at it objectively, there is even a little "bloat". However, the temperature has fallen sharply recently, but the dotted environment can make everyone feel warm.
A heavy curtain is hung on the ceiling and the walls on all sides. The representative colors of the four colleges are readily available, regardless of each other.
In the center of the small hall was a huge golden lampshade with a height of one person, and the cover exuded soft light. From time to time, there will also be one or two point light sources drilled out of the gap on the top of the lampshade, flying around the small hall.
If you look closely, you can see that the spots are actually little fairies. If you have to say, they are actually one of the guests tonight.
Of course, in fact, they are more like prom decorations from Slughorn.
And the brisk musical instrument sounds are softly echoing from every corner of the small hall, and no one has yet discovered where they came from.
As soon as he entered, Harry discovered that the adult wizards who were invited today were obviously more than Scrimgeour. Among those standing and talking, he has seen at least five or six middle-aged men and women who are not Professor Hogwarts.
Suddenly, Harry hummed coldly when she heard Hermione beside him. He immediately followed the sight of the latter and looked at the other end.
It was some hard-working domestic elf. They were walking back and forth between the countless calves, raising their hands high, struggling to hold the silver glittering plate in their hands.
"Oh, my little gentleman, my little ladies, you are here!"
Slughorn in the event has always been watching and listening in all directions. It wasn't long before Harry entered the door, and he immediately spotted several people, and hurriedly walked over.
"Welcome, come in! You ..."
Slughorn was talking, and he glanced behind them, as if looking for something. Hermione sees this ~ EbookFREE.me ~ even if I know this fat old man must be looking for Maca.
"He won't be here for a while. We are here first."
"Really?" Slughorn nodded, "That wouldn't be better! You don't know, your professor McGlain is too busy, and it's always difficult to invite him to join us Small event. "
After all, he straightened his golden-red embroidered robes, and raised the pair of already slightly thin eyebrows.
"So, come on! Let me take you to know everyone ... By the way, I think you will like Elder Walpole, who is also my former student-of course, and he brought it to me today. My friend Bloody, a vampire! "
"Oh, there are really vampires ..." Harry whispered, unable to help.
In ancient times, vampires were sometimes easily recognizable. Especially in the daytime, because they mostly hide in dark places when there is sufficient light to sleep, once they see them during the daytime, most of them can see the fatigue of lack of sleep on their faces.
But tonight, the vampire man, tall and thin, still has obvious dark circles under his eyes. I don't know where he went during the day, so that he was still sleepy at night.
And his friend Walpole, this is a short man with glasses ...
Well, not only was the vampire face stunned, but even Mr. Woolper beside him was a little doze. It's like, whoever gives him a pillow, he can sleep on the spot.
"Drowsiness is contagious," Luna said suddenly in Hermione's ear.
At this moment, the door of the small hall was pushed open again, and immediately followed, the figure of Maca appeared there.
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