Chapter 368: Harry's partner!

On a Saturday morning in December.
Everyone got up lazily and slowly got up, and then found that the entire Hogwarts began to float a leaflet.
The leaflet disappeared after it fell to the ground, and then fell again from a few meters high until someone reached it.
The content of the leaflet is to introduce a house elf. The house elf in the picture is wearing a decent new suit. Although it looks a little weird, it has to be said that it is dirty compared to those wearing broken clothes. Xi's house-elves have a lot of high-end atmosphere.
Dobby, a house-elf, accepts one-hour employment.
Do you want to prepare a hearty dinner for your parents? Do you want to set up a romantic environment to confess to your girlfriend? Is the mess inside the house still worrying about how to clean it? Is the goblin flooding again? ...
It only costs Twenty Copper Nuts to let Dobby do all the homework for you.
The work efficiency is high, the one-hour cleaning can be worth the work of the wizard for a week, and it is the best choice for you to be an exquisite wizard.
Scheduled as soon as possible, first come first served.
This wave of propaganda did not unexpectedly cause a wave of hot discussions in Hogwarts.
After all, the family with house-elves is a minority, and many wizards have not used house elves.
Although most wizards are unbelievable about the house elves' fee-based work, it's really very, very cheap when you think about it for only twenty copper.
Going to Hogsmeade and drinking a cup of butter beer can hire more than three hours of work, which is a conscience price.
There are many wizards, and when the first user appears, this form is unstoppable.
That was a first-year freshman. She walked carefully and timidly to Hermione and asked, "This Christmas, can I let the house elf go to my house and prepare dinner?"
Hermione finally waited for the first person to ask. She smiled: "Of course, please fill in the address..."
The little girl nervously wrote down her home address on a form, and gave Hermione a silver coin.
"Well, I'll find you nine Copper Nuts..."
The little girl waved her hand and said, "No, just tip it, not much anyway."
I didn't expect to be a fuloli.
Then wizards came one after another.
"There are ghouls in my grandma's attic, and they keep crying all day long. My grandmother has no way to let Dobby help my grandmother to expel them?"
"can……"
"can……"
"can……"
After being busy for a while, Hermione handed over a well-organized schedule to Dobby.
"This is a week's work schedule. After a week, it is a few gallons higher than Hogwarts' salary."
Dobby is grateful: "Thank you Miss Granger for finding so many jobs for me. I am so happy that those house-elves will definitely be jealous of me."
Hermione: "Uh, okay."
"I will help you this time for the first time. Later, I will put a piece of parchment paper outside the auditorium and draw out the forms. Every day and every week, I will let the interested wizard fill in the information by myself. Then you can finish the work by yourself. ."
"Okay, thank you Miss Granger." Dobby bowed hard.
...
A metamorphosis class on Thursday.
Professor McGonagall's annoyed voice crackled in the classroom like a whip: "Weasley, Thomas! Could you concentrate on it!"
This lesson is almost over.
All the assignments have been handed in: Professor McGonagall requested that the guinea fowl be turned into a guinea pig. Now the strange creatures that are barely called "guinea pigs" are locked in a large cage on the podium of Professor McGonagall.
The homework on the blackboard has also been copied on the book: try to illustrate how to adjust the transformation spell when trans-species conversion.
When the bell rang at any time after class, even if Professor McGonagall seemed to be talking about something, someone was absent.
Ron and Dean Harry were holding their magic wands, and in the last row of the classroom, you came and went to compare swordsmanship, with no distractions.
When Professor McGonagall clicked their names, the two men who were startled quickly put down their wands and sat down.
"Too naive!" Professor McGonagall glanced at them angrily.
"Everyone has heard it for me. I will only say this again. The Christmas ball is coming... This is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to interact with foreign guests. This is the case. Open to fourth grade students and above, but you can invite a lower grade student if you want."
All of a sudden, all the girls in the class looked at Harry.
The stupid girls Lavender Brown and Parvati Petil also dared to stare at Harry. Hermione stared at them, and they immediately recalled the pain that Hermione had brought to them on Divination. Hermione messed up their crush on Professor Trelawney, and they quickly looked away.
Professor McGonagall continued: "To put on the gown and robes you prepared, the ball will be held in the auditorium at 8 pm on Christmas Day and will end at 12 midnight."
Professor McGonagall looked at the whole class, and said very hard: "The Christmas ball is undoubtedly an opportunity for us to relax..."
Harry smiled and asked the old-fashioned and serious Professor McGonagall to say something like that, it was really hard.
"But!" Professor McGonagall's voice increased sharply and said sternly and naturally: "But that doesn't mean that Hogwarts will relax your behavioral requirements. We also have foreign guests present, if Gryffindor's Which student humiliates the school in any way, then he will be punished..."
"Jingle Bell……"
The bell rang during the get out of class, everyone was talking about the Christmas ball, while stuffing the books into the school bag, and then tossing the school bag to the shoulder, the classroom was busy.
"Harry, you stay, I have something to tell you." Professor McGonagall shouted.
Professor McGonagall and other classmates were gone, and said, "Harry, students at the ball may or may not have partners, but the warriors must have partners."
She looked at Hermione sitting quietly and said, "You must have a goal."
"Ah, yes." Harry was about to start multiple choice again.
"Can a person have multiple partners?" Harry asked.
Professor McGonagall looked at him suspiciously, as if thinking he was joking.
She said coldly: "Of course not, that is your dance partner, of course there can only be one."
"Dance partner?" Harry's eyes widened. "You mean you still want to dance? I thought I just walked around with a female partner's arm, and walked around the ball, eating cheese pies, eating beef curry, and trying new things. Orleans Gumbo, English Cheesecake, Pumpkin Porridge, Butter Beer..."
Professor McGonagall twitched his face twice: "You have everything ~EbookFREE.me~, but this is the subject of a ball."
Harry's face was ashamed: "Dear principal, can you not participate? I feel uncomfortable until the night of my divination."
"No! If you feel unwell, go to Madam Pomfrey for some medicine first. You have to dance. According to traditional practice, the prom is danced by the warriors and their partners."
Professor McGonagall said: "Aren't you able to dance? No? No?"
"Hah, how is it possible?" Harry laughed.
"That's good, then that's the deal." Professor McGonagall finished and left the classroom.
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