Chapter 370: Dance partner of wizards!

The third week of December 1994 was also the last week of the semester.
This week, the school is getting lively and noisy day by day.
The news about the Christmas ball has been thoroughly heated.
It is rumored that Principal McGonagall pre-ordered 800 barrels of flavour mead from Ms. Rosemerta at Three Broomsticks.
Others said that the dance party also invited the "weird sisters" group.
Harry asked, "What is the weird sister?"
Hermione is not very clear. She is a scholar who studies magic and does not know much about entertainment in the magical world. She said with some uncertainty: "I heard that there is a wizard radio broadcast in which weird sisters sing. It seems very popular. ..."
In the curse class, the little Professor Flitwick, seeing that the students were obviously absent-minded, so he simply stopped teaching, and he allowed the students to play at will in the last class.
In the history of magic, Professor Bins's attention will never be diverted by external affairs, let alone a small Christmas ball, even if a comet hits the earth, he will be indifferent.
So no matter how unbearable the excited students were in his class, he continued to talk about a rebellious war that had left a rich history in history.
"Goblin rebellion", this is a bloody, thrilling rebellion.
But from Professor Bins's mouth, it was as dull as drinking plain water, boring and boring. To some extent, it was a kind of skill... Ordinary people couldn't do it even if they wanted to say this.
Neville shook his quill tormentedly, thinking: I would rather go to Professor Snape's potions class than this one.
If Neville can think of it this way, you can imagine how bad the history of magic class is.
In the Potions class, Snape definitely led the wicked.
Seeing how active the Gryffindor students were, he said sinisterly: "Next class, the last class will test how your antidote is doing."
Neville suddenly wilted: In this way, Professor Bins is better, at least it passed safely and peacefully...
When he was in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Snape had a kind expression on his face. He just said in "kindness": "Friendly reminder, half a year has passed. All the knowledge of the seventh grade I planned has been taught from the first to the fourth grade. Now, next semester I will teach you the knowledge of defense against the dark arts in grades five to seven. Are you ready to deal with the poisonous leopard?"
"Hiss." A cold voice in the class.
God, there is still this level.
at night.
Hermione flipped through her potions class notes, then went to review many practical magic that Snape had taught.
"Harry, you don't need to work again."
"Hermione, I don't need to take that exam. I'm a warrior." Harry said lazily, sitting in an armchair by the fire, admiring the objects in his hands for the twentieth time.
Hermione glanced, her eyes straightened, and she shouted angrily, "Harry, can you stop looking at that picture."
Harry said, "How could it be possible, look at the level of my photography, it's full of color, I want to save it for a lifetime."
Hermione simply turned her head to ignore Harry.
Just as Zhang Qiu came out of the bathroom, she turned her head to the side and wiped her hair with a towel. Seeing that the book Hermione was flipping was about the habits of cystic leopards, she couldn't help asking, "This is your final exam for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"
"Yeah." Hermione nodded.
Zhang Qiu said: "We are evil spirits."
Hermione looked disgusted when she heard the evil spirits.
It was a kind of spirit that mainly lived in the Black Forest Mountains of Germany. It was slightly larger than a goblin, with a pointed face and a harsh clucking sound. Its method of attack is that the screams can stun the wizard.
This is a monster that all wizards hate because they cannibalize people and only eat children.
In that part of Germany, the children at home are disobedient, and adult wizards will use it to scare people: "Thunder, rain, evil spirits are coming to eat children."
The bear child will sleep obediently, after repeated trials.
Zhang Qiu said: "The higher the grade, the more difficult the exams given by Professor Snape. I heard that tomorrow summer the seventh grade will face a fire dragon."
"Then they should really "consult" Harry Potter, he is a dragon slayer," said Hermione, who was still angry, biting her words.
...
The hospitality of the teachers and students at Hogwarts has become a bit more enthusiastic, and they continue to show their desire to impress the guests of Boothbatten and Durmstrang. So determined to show the best features of the castle this Christmas.
The school is decorated with bright lights, these decorations must be the most serious and beautiful in recent years.
The handrails of the marble stairs are hung with icicles that never melt. The twelve Christmas trees that are usually placed in the auditorium are decorated with all kinds of knick-knacks, from shiny holly to the Live golden owl that stops chirping.
Even those armors were enchanted, and whenever someone passed by, they would sing Christmas carols. An empty helmet sang: "Wish you~Merry Christmas, Wish you~Merry Christmas, Wish you Christmas~~"
Harry passed by and had to cast a silent spell to shut him up.
Even the pirated happy birthday song is so ugly.
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Snape's last potions lesson.
The final quiz is in progress.
Ron found it difficult to concentrate because he had the same thought in his head. Caused him to forget to add a main ingredient, dung stone. This way he can only get the lowest score, but he doesn't care. Because he is busy plucking up the courage, ready to take decisive action-know that time is running out.
When the get out of class bell rang, he grabbed his schoolbag and rushed towards the door of the underground classroom.
He is going to ask Fleur Delacour for a word, he has already inquired about what class Fleur is taking today.
He hurried across the crowded corridor, looking for her. He didn't expect to see her soon. She was walking out of the curse class classroom.
There were a few Ravenclaw girls in seventh grade beside her, and Furong seemed to be in a good mood, with a faint smile on her lips.
"Perhaps...no, she will definitely agree, after all, I am so courageous for the first time!" Ron looked at Furong, his calves and lips seemed to be trembling.
"Florence Delacour, can I say something to you?" Ron yelled, closing his eyes.
"I said it, I said it!" Ron shouted excitedly, thinking that he was doing well.
But he didn't know that his voice had been deformed so sharply.
This crowded promenade seemed to be quiet.
The girls around Furong frowned deeply. Who is this person?
And most of the boys looked at Ron mockingly. What Ron was here for, they knew very well, but even they came home in front of Furong, and even this low-grade kid had the courage to invite Hibiscus?
I really don't know it, and I don't look in the mirror to see which onion I am.
Furong stopped smiling. She greeted her new friends and walked out of the corridor to a relatively quiet place.
Ron looked at Furong close at hand, his thrilling beauty seemed to make his intestines knotted.
"Um...you..." he faltered, his courage suddenly disappeared.
Furong stood there, looking calmly waiting for his opening, she had recognized this person as the one who humiliated her when she came to Hogwarts on the first day ~EbookFREE.me~.
And thinking about that, she couldn't help thinking of Harry Potter who deliberately irritated her to bully her again and again, which made her face flashed blush.
Undoubtedly, this misunderstood the passionate Ron, thinking that Fleur was waiting for his invitation.
He said incoherently, without having time to pinch the pronunciation: "Be a dance partner with me?"
Furong said suspiciously, "Sorry, what did you say? I can't hear clearly."
Ron's face turned purple, and he said, "You...you, would you like to be my partner for the Christmas ball?"
"Well, let me think..." Furong thought.
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