Vol 2 Chapter 1136:

"Apologize?" Ron paused, then...
"You added a blessing to Ron's pumpkin juice this morning. That's why he saved all his shots! Look! I can keep the goal without any help, Hermione!"
"I never said you can't—Ron, you think you took it yourself! Most importantly, I have already apologized."
"Oh, well, it looks like..."
"Oh, no, you leave quickly, before I get angry." Hermione said, looking at Ron's expression, she didn't have any intention of reconciliation.
But Ron had long walked out the door with a flying broomstick.
This made everyone very confused, wondering what happened to Ron.
However, in fact, by the time they returned to the Gryffindor Public Lounge, the atmosphere had reached a peak, and Harry’s appearance caused a new round of cheers and applause. He was soon congratulated by a group of people. Surrounded by people.
The Crevie brothers wanted to hear him do the most detailed analysis of the game. Harry tried to get rid of them, but a large group of girls surrounded them again. After hearing his dry comment, they flashed their eyes and laughed loudly. He It took some time to find Ron.
In the end, he broke free of Romelda Wenn, who was clearly suggesting that she wanted to go to Slughorn's Christmas party with him.
Just like in the previous Three Witch Fighting Contest, Slughorn put his own banquet on Christmas, and as a private party, stay in school and start on Christmas. The banquet itself will become everyone. Points of interest.
After the news spread, everyone was wondering who Slughorn, the former dean of Slytherin College, would choose to attend his dance.
But the target was quickly locked, the members of the Slug Club of Slughorn, of course, including some famous guys in the school.
Naturally, in that respect, Harry had no reason not to accept the invitation, and Slughorn invited Harry to meet in front of many people several times.
Want to squeeze into this private party, many people will find a way from Harry, especially these girls at Hogwarts, in their eyes, Harry has become the most attractive Hogwarts. Boy.
This has been the case since the first grade, but now that boys have grown up, they can learn more from other aspects...
For example, a wonderful date with the famous Harry Potter, or... an encounter?
In short, no matter what way it is, this is not a losing business, of course, as long as you succeed.
If you think about it, it's really cost-effective, the savior of the magic world, the chosen son, no matter which one, in the eyes of other people, this is a sufficiently dazzling halo.
Maybe Harry made a mistake, and then maybe the success of the upper palace.
The struggle history of the woman behind Harry Potter...
And right now, Slughorn's ball is a good opportunity. The source of all good things can start from the encounter of a ball.
In fact, Harry hadn’t figured out who he wanted to invite to Slughorn’s ball.
This question is just like the dilemma during the Three Witch Fighting Contest, and it is even more difficult for Harry now.
As it was at the time, Harry's favorite candidate had already been determined to be with others.
Ginny Weasley, she has a boyfriend, she will take Dean with...
The ghost knows what changes have taken place between these. In short, during the Three Witch Fighting Contest, Ginny still has a choice, but now...
"Would you like to try?" Harry couldn't help asking himself, and reflexively, Harry thought of Ron again.
This is definitely a headache.
It can be seen that Ron made Hermione very upset, and, as far as the situation is concerned, Ron does not intend to settle with Ginny and Hermione...
It's really a headache.
Harry evasively came to the drink table, then awake his scalp and walked straight to Ginny. Arnold the dwarf Purongrong was riding on her shoulders while Crookshanks meowed hopefully at her feet. With.
"Hi, Ginny, you..."
"Looking for Ron?" Ginny asked with a smirk. "He is there, that dirty hypocrite."
Harry looked in the direction Ginny pointed. Looking across the room, he saw Ron hugging Lavender Brown tightly, it was difficult to tell which hand belonged to whom.
"How is this..."
"He looks like he's eating her face, doesn't he?" Ginny said calmly. "I think he needs to improve his skills. A good shot, Harry." She patted his arm; ha Lei felt his stomach sink suddenly, but then she walked over to add butter beer.
Crookshanks trot behind her, his yellow eyes fixed on Arnold. Harry turned his attention away from Ron, he seemed unlikely to finish his work soon.
This is really a heartbreaking fact.
Say goodbye to Baitou, you did secretly bake oil...
That said, he is the only one left now?
Harry was a little dazed, and even forgot to ask Ginny if he could go with him.
"Ron..." Harry looked at Hermione and Fanlin sitting on the sofa in a daze.
"Oh, it may be the season, but this time is not the same as most people. It seems that you need a glass of butter beer, Harry." Fanlin said, picking up a glass from the table. The beer was handed to Harry.
"Hmm..." Harry took a big gulp, "What the is going on?"
"Lavender thinks Ron is very interesting," Hermione said with a bit of disgust. It was obvious that the girl was still brooding about Ron's disdainful attitude.
According to Fanlin's idea, Ron may be swollen, especially after knowing that Harry did not use a blessing agent, this is one of the few perfect opportunities for Ron to successfully refute Hermione.
Take a good look... and in essence, Ron still didn't realize what was wrong with him, but to be sure, Ron's mood now should be extremely inflated.
As they spoke, there was a louder humming from the crowd, and Lavender and Ron kissed again.
As a key figure in the victory over Slytherin, Ron's outstanding performance today concealed all previous problems.
"Lavender thinks Ron is funny?" Harry raised the decibels. "But, what do I..."
"I told you, Harry." Fanlin said, "Ron is very likely..."
"Okay, okay, I remember." Harry said, "So Ron doesn't need to worry about him now?"
"It's obvious," Fanlin said, "I'm afraid, now he has no time to pay attention to us."
"All right." Harry said, somewhat inexplicable, especially after seeing Lavindra squeeze Ron out of the crowd and climb into the passage of the fat lady. It becomes more complicated.
"So, do you want to find someone to go to the prom now?" Hermione's face was relieved when she saw Ron go out. The most direct feeling, Fanlin clearly felt that the force exerted on his hand was much smaller.
"Not yet, but I think..."
"Don't worry about Ginny," Hermione said suddenly. "She will go with Dean. So, do you have any good choices, Cho?"
"Oh, don't talk about such unreliable things, Hermione." Harry said with a headache.
"Of course." Fanlin replied for Hermione. "Actually, I just saw where you went to Ginny..."
"I just can't find anyone." Harry said, "And, I don't have a candidate yet, I mean, maybe Ginny will recommend one for me..."
"You can find it by yourself, just like the traitor in Crookshanks, I recently caught Ginny's little pet." Hermione said grimly.
She just sat on the sofa, and Crookshanks didn't even look at her.
Is it annoying?
Heh... human!
"Become a cat and let me hold it for a while." Hermione said unceremoniously, and Fanlin was very happy to transform from kindness to a big white cat and then snuggle into Hermione's arms.
This really made Harry a little bit appetite, and Harry felt a little supportive of what he ate today...
"By the way," Hermione said nonchalantly, pressing down Fan Lin's dishonest cat head, "You have to be careful."
"Speaking of the last time," after a short silence, Ha said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I won't return this book, what the Half-Blood Prince taught me is better than Snape and Slug Much more--"
"I'm not talking about your stupid so-called'Prince.'" Hermione glanced at his book in disgust, as if it had just offended her. "I'm talking about other things. I'll go before I come here. After a trip to the bathroom, there were girls there, among them Romelda Wenn, they were planning how to trick you into drinking love pills. They all hope you can take them to Slughorn’s party, it seems that they all I bought Fred and George's love pills, I'm afraid those things are effective—"
"Then why don't you confiscate them?" Harry asked.
Hermione hadn't shown her enthusiasm for implementing school rules at a critical moment, which seemed abnormal.
"They didn't bring those things with them when they were in the bathroom," Hermione said contemptuously. "They are just discussing strategies. Because I doubt the half-blood prince," she glanced at the book again in disgust, "can invent an antidote to deal with a dozen different love pills at the same time, so I want to invite one for you People-this way they can kill all their fluke ideas. Tomorrow night, they already have everything."
"I don't want to invite anyone," Harry murmured, and he was still doing his best to stop thinking about Ginny, despite the fact that she would still break into his dream suddenly, he could only pray to Ron religiously Will not be seductive.
"Okay, but be careful with your drinks, because Romelda doesn't look like he is joking." Hermione said coldly.
"Wait a minute," Harry said slowly. "I remember Filch had banned anything in Weasley's magic trick shop."
"Who has noticed what Filch has banned?" Hermione asked, she reached out her hand, and Fanlin put her head on the top very cooperatively, "Aren't you very good at doing this? And you, Fan forest."
"But I remember that not all owls were checked? So how did these girls bring love pills into school?"
"Fred and George sent them in disguised as perfume and cough medicine," Hermione said. "This is part of their owl order service."
"You know a lot." Hermione gave him a blank look, like looking at his book. "These are all written on the back of the bottles they showed me and Ginny during the summer vacation," she said coldly. "I don't wander around to drug other people's drinks...or pretend to do so, which is also bad..."
"Yeah, okay, don't think about that," Harry said quickly. "The problem is, Filch was fooled, right? These girls took the items into school disguised as something else! Namal Why can't Fu bring the necklace in—?"
"Oh, Harry... here again..." "Say, why not?" Harry asked.
"Look," Hermione sighed. "Detectors can detect evil curses and disguised spells, don't they? They are used to detect black magic and black magic objects. They can recognize powerful curses. Just like the one on that necklace, it only takes a few seconds. But it can’t show things that are just the wrong bottle—anyway, the love potion is not black magic, and it’s not dangerous—"
"It's easy for you!" Harry muttered, thinking of Romelda Wenn.
"--Then only Filch can find out that it is not a cough medicine. He is not a very good wizard. I doubt whether he can distinguish these potions--"
Hermione opened her mouth, but Hermione soon realized that this was for Mr. Filch...
"Well, I'm not saying Mr. Filch... I just... Harry you know, he's a..."
"A dumb gun, I know it well," Harry said, "Fahlin told me?"
"Meow?" Fanlin looked at Harry with a little astonishment~EbookFREE.me~ Why doesn't he remember me? "
That's roughly what it means.
"He's refuting you, Harry." Hermione said blankly.
"Oh, maybe he forgot. He always said a lot." Harry said. "It's impossible to remember everything, right?"
"Meow?"
"Fanlin said you might need some personal training." Hermione said, "that's roughly what it meant."
"Haha!" Harry stared at Fanlin expressionlessly, then thought about it and pulled out his wand. "You don't mind, Hermione."
"do not mind!"
"Meow?" Fanlin looked at Hermione with a question mark, and then a magical force sealed Fanlin's body.
"Well, you taught me." Harry said. "It's called applying what you have learned."
"I am..."
"Don't swear," Hermione said unceremoniously. "I'll solve it for you later, and you two will solve it by yourself."
Harry looked at Hermione incredulously, "Don't you mind?"
"That's my boyfriend." Hermione looked at Harry like a fool. "It's just that I'm afraid he will suddenly come back and attack me."
Harry felt a little bad, as if betrayed by the whole world.
Has Hermione learned to lie now?
Or is it that I didn't understand what Hermione said exactly?
"Hi, Harry!" Just as Harry was thinking about it, Romelda walked out of the crowd, "Want a glass of canyon water?"
Hermione glanced back at him, meaning "what did I tell you?".
"No, thank you." Harry replied quickly. "I don't like it very much."
"So, take these anyway." Romelda forced Harry a box, "Bourbon chocolate with hot whiskey in it. My grandma sent it to me, but I don't like it."