Vol 2 Chapter 575: News from Transfiguration

"Potter! Weasley! Listen, okay?" McGonagall's husky, irritated voice swept through the transformation class on Thursday like a whip.
For Ron and Harry's bold behavior, Fanlin could only hold a sympathetic look.
In fact, because of Harry's victory, this has made the good friends very excited recently.
Hermione had warned them both, but it didn't help.
Harry and Ron both jumped up and looked up dryly.
Class was about to end at that time, and they had completed their tasks; the guinea fowl was turned into a guinea pig by them, and then it was transformed back into the big cage on the podium of Professor McGonagall (which guinea pig still There are chicken feathers), they copied the homework from the blackboard (description and examples of how spells such as metamorphosis are used in completing variants).
get out of class was about to end, so Harry and Ron were fighting with Fred and George's fake wands in the back of the classroom.
They all stopped now and looked up at the blackboard. Ron was holding a tin parrot in his hand, while Harry was holding a rubber crocodile.
"Now, Porter and Weasley are very well-behaved and sensible," Professor McConaughey said, and then looked at them angrily. Because Harry and the crocodile dropped their heads and touched the ground-Ron's parrot pecked it with its beak...
I have to admit that the things Fred and George did are very interesting, especially given that Fanlin provides a lot of alchemy technology, which makes Weasley's joke product a new level.
According to the agreement, Fred and George are not allowed to disclose information about Fanlin to Hermione in any form.
Just be scolded by both of them, anyway, don't bring yourself.
"I have something to announce to everyone--" Professor McGonagall cleared his throat and said.
"The Christmas ball is coming soon... This is a traditional part of the Three Witch Fighting Contest, and it is also an opportunity to communicate with foreign guests. Now, the ball is only open to students above the fourth grade... But... you can also invite a lower grader Students, if you like it—"
Lavender Brown couldn't help giggling, his voice was harsh. Parrotti. Patty touched her ribs and looked at her angrily, but tried to control herself not to laugh.
They both looked back at Harry.
Professor McGonagall didn't notice them, so Harry felt it was too unfair, because he and Ron were nearly reprimanded just now.
Fanlin's eyes lit up, he almost forgot that there was this activity, this kind of operation.
Fanlin turned his gaze to Hermione, however, the girl seemed to see nothing, Hermione's gaze was always on Professor McGonagall.
When Fanlin was hesitant to call Hermione, Professor McGonagall continued her speech.
"You must wear a gown. I believe you must have a look at the list. The list of necessities when enrolled. I don't want any gentleman or lady who hasn't got a gown when the prom begins." Professor McGonagall continued, "Prom Starting at eight o'clock in the evening on Christmas Day and ending at midnight, it will be in the Assembly Hall. Now—
Professor McConaughey glanced around the class calmly.
"The Christmas ball is certainly a good opportunity, um-it can make us have fun." She said in a very unnatural tone.
Lavender laughed harder, holding his mouth with one hand to prevent himself from laughing. Harry now knows why it is so funny: Professor McGonagall, with a tight bun on the back of his head, which looks like Never let the hair down.
(In English, "put your hair down" means to have fun.)
"But it's not that," Professor McGonagall continued, "we will relax the Hogwarts student code of conduct. If there is a Grinffindor student embarrassing the school in any way, I will be very Not happy."
The bell rang, and everyone packed their schoolbags, slung their shoulders, and rushed out of the classroom as usual.
Fanlin just wanted to speak, but Hermione's speed was far beyond his imagination. It was just a matter of raising her head and Hermione was gone.
Professor McGonagall yelled amidst the noise, "Potter--you have something to do, please don't leave."
Harry guessed it might be about his headless rubber crocodile, so he walked to the podium with his head down.
Professor McGonagall waited until the class had gone and said, "Potter, the champions and their dancing partners--"
"Which partner?" Harry asked in surprise.
Professor McGonagall looked at him suspiciously, as if he was asking for something funny.
"Your partner at the Christmas ball, Potter," she said coldly, "your partner."
Harry's stomach and intestines seemed to coil together before shrinking again. "Dance partner?"
He felt himself blush.
"I can't dance." He immediately stalled.
"Oh, no, you will," Professor McGonagall was a little exasperated. "That's what I want to tell you. The dance party has always been for champions and their dancing partners."
Harry imagined in his mind that he was wearing a high hat and a tuxedo, accompanied by a girl in a tuxedo with folds, the tuxedo with ruffles was like Aunt Petunia often wore Attending Uncle Vernon’s company party like that.
"I can't dance," he said.
"But that's a traditional thing," Professor McGonagall said firmly.
"You are a Hogwarts champion. You should act as a representative of the school and do what we expect you to do. So please be sure to find a dance partner, Potter."
"but I do not know how--"
"I have said everything, Potter." Professor McGonagall said in a closing tone.
Had it been a week ago, Harry would have said that it was easier for me to find a dance partner than to compete with the Hungarian horntail dragon.
But now because he has competed with the horntail dragon, and faced with how to invite a girl to the ball, he would rather have an additional round of competition with the horntail dragon.
Harry never thought that so many people would register to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas. He often stayed at school for Christmas, because, otherwise, he was back to Prywhite Street.
Privet Road, this is really a bad name.
In comparison, dancing and going back to Prywhite Street...
Uh... the players in the Triwizard Tournament are not allowed to leave the school, at least, at the end of the game, at least he, Fleur Delacour, Cedric and Krum, these people cannot leave at all. Hogwarts range.
At best, Harry could only go to Hogsmeade to have a look. This was a Ministry of Magic rule.
But this year was different. Every student above grade 4 seemed to stay, and Harry felt that they were also bothered by the prom—or, at least, all the girls were like this.
How spectacular it would be for Hogwarts to accommodate so many girls at once, how could he have never noticed before.
You see, some girls are giggling and whispering in the hallway; some girls shriek when a boy passes by; others talk about what to wear on Christmas night. what clothes……
"Why do they always walk in groups?" Harry asked Ron because he saw a dozen girls passing by them, snickering and staring at him.
"How do you think you should invite them?"
"How about putting one with a rope?" Ron suggested. "Think about who hasn't invited? And, with Hermione, Fan Lin doesn't have to worry about us at all."
Harry didn't answer.
Of course he knows who he likes to invite, but it's another matter to summon up the courage... Qiu Zhang is one year older than him, very beautiful, and a very good Quidditch athlete, and very popular. , The popularity is very good.
Ron seemed to know what Harry was thinking.
"Listen, you won't have any difficulties. You are a champion. You have defeated a Hungarian horn tail dragon. I bet they will line up for your invitation."
For the friendship they had just restored, Ron tried his best to minimize this embarrassment.
Also, to Harry's deep surprise, what happened later proved that Ron was right.
The next day, a girl with curly hair in the third grade of Hefpaff came to invite him to the dance party. Harry had never spoken to her. Harry rejected her without even thinking about it, which surprised him himself.
Because of this girl, Harry had to endure the insults from Dean, Finnigan, and Ron in the history of magic.
On the third day, two more girls came to invite him, one was in the second grade and the other was in the fifth grade (which made him feel very honored). If Harry refused, the second seemed to take Harry Just like a punch.
"She looks pretty good-looking," Ron said after smiling.
"She is a foot taller than me," Harry said, looking discouraged. "Just imagine what it would look like when I danced with her."
Hermione's comments about Krum and his followers kept reverberating in his mind. "They like him just because he is famous!"
Harry wondered if he wasn't the school champion, then the girls who invited him would invite him.
Then he thought, if Qiu invited him, would he be so annoying.
In general, Harry had to admit that although the prom was embarrassing to him, it was even worse than returning to Prywhite Street.
But since he completed his first task, his life has improved significantly.
He no longer encountered the unpleasant things that had happened in the corridor. He suspected it had something to do with Cedric-he thought it was the group of Cedric named Hefpuff who should not provoke him.
In return he informed him that the dragon came...
It seems that there has been a lot less support for Cedric recently.
Of course Draco Malfoy still tells him Rita Skeeter’s articles whenever possible, but now he feels that there is nothing funny about it—it just mentions Harry’s happiness sense.
There is no news in the Daily Prophet about Hagrid or the snails.
"To be honest with you, she doesn't seem to be interested in magical animals," Hagrid whispered.
"Okay, I told her that since I went to Dali's house to pick you up, we are friends... "Haven't reprimanded him in four years?" Rita asked. Didn't you annoy you in class? I told you No, she seems very upset. Harry, you might think she wants me to say you are terrible."
"Of course she thought so," Harry said, throwing a few pieces of dragon's liver into a large metal bowl, taking his knife and cutting out some. "She always writes about what kind of tragic little hero I am. It would be boring."
"She wants a new protagonist, Hagrid," Ron said as he peeled the fire-height tin eggshell. "You should say Harry is a crazy criminal maniac!"
"But he's not!" Hagrid said in shock.
"She should have interviewed Snape long ago," Harry said angrily. "He might shake out my good things in front of her anytime: Potter always makes mistakes when he comes to school..."
"Professor Snape won't shield you, Harry..." Fanlin shrugged.
"It is conceivable how stubborn he would describe Harry as... an arrogant idiot who always thinks about how to be in the limelight and never understands the teachings of the professor..."
Fanlin imitated Professor Snape's expression in a very close possible tone.
Cold eyebrows, and a hooked nose.
"He said that?" Hagrid said in surprise, and Ron and Hermione were laughing.
Suddenly Hagrid saw that Fanlin was teasing Harry.
"Okay, don't be so serious, Harry, you are all cured now, right?"
"Thank you, Hagrid." Harry smiled.
"Hagrid, will you attend the Christmas ball?" Ron asked.
"I think I'll take a look." Hagrid said gruffly. "It must be fun. I think you will dance first and announce the beginning of the prom, right, Harry? Who will you take?"
"No, I haven't found it yet." Harry said, feeling blushing again.
Fanlin's gaze swept away unconsciously, but Hermione didn't look at him.
"What about you?" Hagrid asked.
"I'm the same as Harry~EbookFREE.me~ Ron said, he doesn't care.
Hermione did not answer Hagrid, "I'll feed these things to the snails, I think they can try it."
Hermione spoke quickly, and she swept the debris into the basin and took it out.
"Oh, of course, thank you very much." Hagrid said in a naive way, and then he moved his gaze to Fanlin.
"So, what about you?" Hagrid asked.
"Me? What?"
"Prom, Fanlin, you must have a partner..." Hagrid said seriously.
"I don't think Fanlin should worry about it." Harry said. He thought of Fleur. It seemed that the two of them had a good relationship, and Hermione was there.
"Uh...I think Harry should be the most anxious." Fanlin said, "You should prepare as soon as possible. After all, Harry is going to dance the opening dance..."