Vol 2 Chapter 587: Prom preparation

A genius remembers this site address in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! Fanlin has a lot of gifts, in fact, Dobby came to Fanlin’s bedside so early, part of the reason was to give Fanlin a gift Christmas gifts are here.
Mr. Al’s gifts were Muggle supplies, but they were of no use at Hogwarts.
Of course, there are also some admirers, all of which were brought up by the Daily Prophet, to publicize Fanlin's deeds to hide the Ministry's faults.
The only benefit should be that Fanlin can receive a lot of gifts.
Finally, Harry had to come over with Ron to help Fanlin open the present.
Of course, this requires magic filtering.
The ghost knew who it was, and even spilled the love potion in the envelope. If there was any accident at this juncture, Fanlin would definitely not be able to eat it.
Hermione would never let him go, just like after marriage...
Anyway, Fanlin found out which one belonged to Hermione from among a lot of gifts.
It's a hand-knit sweater. Although it doesn't have Mrs. Weasley's craftsmanship, it can be seen that the girl is very careful.
The crooked threads were also cut off by the girl one by one, and the initials of Fanlin and Hermione's name were shown with gold and red threads.
In fact, Hermione is still very insightful about design, the interweaving of A and G.
Anyway, this is the best gift Fanlin has ever received.
Fanlin didn't hesitate, he just put the sweater on himself.
The girl must have prepared for a long time to knit this sweater, and Fanlin could even feel the warmth of the girl's palm.
This is of course an illusion, but it feels really great.
Unprecedented enrichment, Fanlin felt that nothing could trouble him now.
"Let's go down." Fanlin said excitedly.
"Then what about these gifts?" Harry said, unpacking the package. "This is a Quidditch model. The Irish team played against Switzerland."
"Oh, it's for you, Harry, but now I think I should put them down."
"Oh, thanks, but..."
"It's nothing, Harry," Fanlin said. "I have already seen what I want to see. Dobby can do the rest."
"What do you want to do?" Harry looked at Fanlin in confusion.
"It's snowing, Harry, shouldn't we go out and relax?"
"Relax?"
"Anyway, let's go." Fan Lin waved his hand, and the clean spell immediately acted on these gifts.
Lined up neatly along the wall, it doesn't look so messy.
Fanlin went downstairs excitedly, and Hermione and Ginny were waiting for them in the lounge.
Fanlin smiled, he didn't wear a jacket, just to expose the sweater outside.
Hermione naturally noticed this, and the girl was very happy anyway.
She was originally afraid of her craftsmanship, but no one would feel unnatural in Fanlin's body.
In fact, the morning time is not suitable for outdoor activities. The little wizards who just got up from the warm bed are not so willing to go directly into the snow.
Since everyone is unwilling to go out in the morning, naturally, the work of unpacking gifts did not fall on Dobby.
They stayed at the Griffindor Tower most of the morning, where everyone was unpacking gifts, and then returned to the lobby to enjoy a rich lunch. This lunch had at least turkey and Christmas cloth, and a lot of Cabbage and magical cookies.
In the afternoon, they came outside the house, and the snow was not stepped on, except for the students of Durmstrang and Busbarton who made a few deep ravines on the way to the castle.
This is Fanlin's long-planned activity project.
In such a thick snow, no hearty snowball fight would have passed.
The grouping is very clear, two girls work in groups, and then three boys fight indiscriminately.
This is an unfair battle.
It was impossible for Fan Lin to watch Hermione being beaten, and Hermione...
Okay, Hermione was very cooperative and gave Fanlin some snowballs.
Suddenly, the painting style of the scene became serious.
Fanlin's strength made it difficult for Harry and Ron to fight.
He and Ron had just thrown out two fist-sized snowballs, and then, Fanlin responded by giving them a geometric multiple of growth.
"Vanlin El, if you are using magic, I'm not welcome." Harry shouted.
Fanlin had been quibbling that he did not use magic, but Harry saw a head-sized snowball flying out of Fanlin's hand.
A few seconds ago, the snowball in Fanlin's hand was not that big, and, have you ever seen a snowball that looks like a missile?
Harry would never forget the pleasure of being hit by a snowball from the sky down the hillside.
The scene changed in an instant. Hermione and Ginny stepped aside wisely. They didn't wear a wand.
Fortunately, Harry and Ron brought wands. Moreover, they did not hide the slightest.
The snow line after another rushed directly at Fanlin.
This is not a wizard's duel...Naturally ~EbookFREE.me~ Fanlin would not use any other means.
The end was self-evident, it was Harry who threw Van Lin down in the end, and...then Hermione fished him out.
Fred and George are indispensable for such a scene, and the end result is that no one can use magic.
At this time, Fanlin could only hide behind Hermione and shiver.
At five o'clock, the two girls said they would go back upstairs to get ready for the prom.
"What, you need three hours to prepare?" Ron said, looking at her incredulously, but didn't notice that when George threw a big snowball, Ron received a heavy blow in the head.
"Then when do we call you?" Ron yelled to Hermione, but she just waved her hand and disappeared at the end of the stone ladder leading to the castle.
There will be no tea party this Christmas because there will be a feast at the dance party tonight.
At seven o'clock, it was difficult for everyone to see each other, and the others told them to stop the snow fight, and then a large group returned to the lounge. The fat lady was sitting with his friend Willy on the stairs with his fat body. Everyone was drunk, empty bottles of chocolate liqueur piled up in a mess under her portrait.
"Beasts fight, that's it." When everyone said the password.
Fanlin, Harry, Ron, Seamus, and Neville changed into dresses in their room.
Each seemed very confident, but far behind Ron. He was facing a long mirror in a corner, carefully observing himself in the mirror. The expression on his face was very scary. No one noticed that his dress actually looked more like a skirt, in order to make his clothes more visible. His own masculinity, he sprayed a sling brand perfume on the neckline and cuffs, the effect was good, at least he didn’t need to tie his tie, even though he did this elegant thing, the edges of his clothes were still ragged Frustrated.