Chapter 153: invite

The wife of the organization...Ah, the dance partner arranged by the school is actually useful in a sense.
Because it can help Jon decline some invitations.
In fact, Jon never thought that he would be so popular with girls... Just after separating from Professor Sprout in the hallway and returning to Hufflepuff’s common room, a girl approached him.
Jon only remembered that her name was Elia Dekestone, a Hufflepuff student in grade five or six, and forgot the specific information...
She asked generously: "Hart, would you like to join me in the dance party?"
To be honest, the girl's looks and body are pretty good, except that she looks a bit cross-eyed...but Jon will naturally not agree so easily, and he has a ready-made excuse.
"I'm honored, Miss Dekstone...but Professor Sprout just told me that Professor Dumbledore seems to have arranged a partner for me!" Jon declined gently.
The other party looked a little disappointed, but she still nodded and returned to the dormitory surrounded by the laughter of several of her friends.
In the next few days, such things happened one after another.
Jon received at least ten invitations from senior girls (fourth grade and above) from various colleges in a week.
Of course Jon refused in the same way.
"I am so envious!" Zacharias said pitifully.
As a third-year student who was also unable to participate in the prom, he stayed by Jon's side every day... he was counting on any senior girl who was rejected by Jon and invited him...
It's a pity that every girl who has invited Jon has never seen him directly.
"What do I envy!" Jon smiled bitterly.
"You must at least have a partner, and you can participate in the dance!" Zacharias sighed: "Professor Dumbledore's taste is certainly not bad, but I am different..."
"Huh...prom or something...is Quidditch fun?" After many miserable failures, Zacharias finally chose to give up.
"Dumbledore's taste..." Jon suddenly felt a strong feeling of chills: "With Dumbledore's aesthetics...Should it be that his dance partner is a man-in-law..."
...
In the last week, the school became lively and noisy day by day, and there were rumors about the Christmas ball everywhere. For example, some people say that Professor Dumbledore bought hundreds of barrels of mead from the Three Broomsticks Bar; others say that the famous wizard music group "Weird Sisters" will come to Hogwarts to perform...
Every corner of the school is decorated with lights.
The handrails of the marble staircase 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 The live golden owl that stops chirping...
The armors were all casted with magic, and as long as someone passed by, they would sing aloud...Although Jon believed that this "singing" should be noise in theory.
In the potions class on the last day before the Christmas holiday, Jon quietly glanced at Astoria and sighed silently.
In fact, he really wanted to invite Astoria to the ball... but neither of them was in the fourth grade, and no one could offer the invitation...
"Does anyone invite you to the prom?" Jon asked tentatively as Snape walked to the back of the classroom.
"Prom?" Astoria blushed suddenly, then lowered her head and nodded gently.
"Who is it... Draco Malfoy..." Jon thought wildly in his mind.
But he dared not speak any more, because Snape was walking towards this side.
...
After the potions class was over, they left the professor together and went to the hall for dinner.
Astoria was a little absent-minded along the way, while avoiding Jon's eyes from time to time.
But when they passed the door of the hall, they encountered an accident.
A red-haired boy with his back turned to Jon, he tremblingly said to a girl in front of him: "Hello...Can I invite you to the prom!"
To be honest, this situation has often occurred in recent weeks, and Jon was not surprised.
But this voice... why is it familiar?
Jon blinked. Isn't that red-haired boy Ron Weasley?
So what he was stopping... those azure blue eyes, and long cascading silver hair... Yes, the girl Ron stopped was Busbarton's warrior Fleur Delacour.
Furong was slightly stunned for a moment, and she glanced at the red-haired boy in surprise...
Then Ron seemed to react something... He trembling step by step stepped back, and then, like a fool, unable to take care of food, fled frantically towards the stairs.
The scene was very embarrassing.
After all, at the gate of this hall, at least a hundred pairs of eyes saw this scene.
More importantly, Furong did not have time to make any reply in the future; before she had time to refuse, or agree with the extremely low probability, the inviter ran away like a mouse seeing the cat.
Fleur Delacour raised her head expressionlessly. She seemed to see Jon here, and then strode gracefully towards this side.
"Jon Hart?" Amidst the laughter from time to time around, she asked in non-standard English: "Are you willing to be my dance partner?"
It seemed that she was trying to alleviate the embarrassment just now... and there has been no rule since ancient times that warriors from different academies cannot become partners with each other.
Jon felt his breathing become rapid, and he almost nodded directly.
Astoria by her side ~EbookFREE.me~ Her breathing became a little short.
Jon knows very well that this is the temptation of Fleur and Veeva blood... Fortunately, the timely use of Occlumency prevents the hormones from quickly occupying the mind.
Jon, who had become sensible, thought about it in a few seconds... Honestly, Fleur was almost a perfect choice, at least much better than the "male woman" Dumbledore arranged for him.
Jon almost agreed.
but--
"I'm honored, Miss Delacour..." He replied in a wicked way: "But I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore seems to have arranged a partner for me. I can't refuse our principal's kindness!"
"So..." Furong smiled gracefully, without seeing any loss on her face.
Then she asked gently: "Are you related to Professor Dumbledore?"
Jon: "..."