Suddenly, Hufflepuff's Ernie Macmillan raised his hand and asked loudly: "Then...Professor McGonagall, may I ask..."
"...Um...I mean, I have a boy friend, and he wanted to know if we could invite boys to the Yule Ball...?"
When he asked this question, McMillan had a silly smile mixed with longing on his face.
Harley couldn't help but secretly give McMillan a thumbs up. She likes such good teammates who know how to proactively start a team and can also provide perfect assists!
Listening to McMillan's question, many people around him laughed.
Dean and Seamus laughed at the same frequency, and they both leaned forward and backward, which made people wonder why they laughed so happily.
But all said and done, there were actually quite a few Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors looking at Professor McGonagall expectantly.
After all, the questions MacMillan asked were very serious, and they belonged to the traditional performing arts of the Great Empire!
The laws of our ancestors cannot be abolished, and the great traditions cannot be discarded!
"Um……"
Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment. It was obvious that she did not expect such a question to come up at all, so she did not prepare in advance.
However, after carefully recalling the rules and the historical traditions of the Great Empire, Professor McGonagall nodded.
"Of course, Mr. Ernie MacMillan, this is your freedom and we will not interfere."
"Professor, you should say this is my friend's freedom."
McMillan was nodding with satisfaction when he suddenly remembered something and defended loudly,
"I'm asking this on behalf of my boy friend, he really wants to know!"
Loud laughter erupted again in the classroom, and Justin poked McMillan in the lower back and asked in a low voice:
"Who is this friend of yours? Why don't I know?"
"Of course it's you!" McMillan gave him a vicious look and directly put the blame on Justin's head.
This time it was Justin's turn to be confused.
He thought about it for a long time and couldn't remember when he asked McMillan to ask this question for him.
But to be honest, he really wanted to ask, so Justin didn't say anything in the end.
As a result, in the eyes of others, this is Justin's acquiescence!
Several girls crossed Justin off their lists and added McMillan back.
I wonder how Justin and McMillan will feel when they find out about this situation.
"Okay, my bad, I apologize, Mr. Ernie McMillan."
Professor McGonagall blinked, as if she had seen through everything.
"Let this topic go away. Now, as someone who has been through it, I want to give you some advice."
Hearing this, the smiles in the classroom quickly subsided.
Everyone was sitting upright, listening to Professor McGonagall seriously and unwilling to let go of any information.
"You'd better choose your favorite dance partner as soon as possible, and don't hesitate to send out invitations directly."
Professor McGonagall coughed twice.
"If you have been hesitant and didn't invite the prom until it's close, you will find that the good girls and the great guys have already been invited away by others."
The laughter in the classroom returned again and became louder. Everyone looked around at the classmates.
Many boys immediately set their sights on Harry and Hermione in the first row, or Harry to be precise.
Harley is a warrior, and she looks even more refined than the Beauxbatons half-Veela.
The aura of her body was mixed with nobility and elegance, mixed with a bit of charm and temptation that she didn't know where it came from.
In the past, the Daily Prophet had published photos of Harley many times.
In the photos, whether she is wearing a snow-white lady's dress with long white stockings and high heels, she looks delicate and feminine.
Still wearing a black unisex wizard robe and a ponytail, his dashing and energetic appearance makes many people, including these little wizards, yearn for him.
The last time she welcomed guests from other magic schools, the elegance of Harley's gorgeous black dress and long white silk gloves became the eternal white moonlight in the hearts of many young wizards.
To be able to invite such a beautiful girl to dance is a blessing no matter how you think about it!
There were even a few girls from Hufflepuff and Gryffindor who cast their gazes over, their gazes filled with anticipation.
After all, I have my own national conditions, come girls don't be shy!
"One more thing," at the end of the conversation, Professor McGonagall turned her gaze specifically to Harry.
"Harry, I must remind you that according to the traditional practice of the competition, the dance will be started by the warriors and their partners."
"That means, Harry, you can't miss the Yule Ball."
"And for the honor of Gryffindor and Hogwarts, I hope you will prepare well and learn to dance in advance."
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Professor McGonagall didn't say anything more, but quietly waited for the get out of class to end.
The bell rang soon after class, and the little wizards packed their things excitedly, not forgetting to chatter about the previous topics.
And Professor McGonagall's words spread throughout Hogwarts at an alarming speed.
Before this, many little wizards had vague information about the Yule Ball, but no one got the most accurate explanation.
And now, after Professor McGonagall took the lead in endorsing the Yule Ball, Hogwarts suddenly became excited.
In preparation for the upcoming Christmas ball, the little wizards began to show off their magical powers, and the most obvious change was their appearance.
Even though it was still ten o'clock in the morning, the common room and the various washrooms were packed with people.
For the first time, the wizards began to pay attention to their own image.
Representatives like Seamus and Dean, who used to wash their feet every two days, wash their hair every three days, take a shower once a week, and shave once a month, now want to clean themselves from the inside out immediately.
Many boys have even begun to spend time taking care of their hair, applying hairspray, wax, and a little perfume.
The witches also rushed back to the dormitory immediately and spent more energy on dressing up than before.
School uniforms will no longer be worn. Who would wear such old-fashioned and featureless clothes? Do you wear it? I don’t wear it anyway.
The girls all rummaged through the cabinets and carefully selected their second most gorgeous clothes——
As for why it is not my most precious and gorgeous dress, of course it is because the best one is reserved for the Christmas ball.
Suddenly, there were long queues in Madam Pomfrey's infirmary and Professor Sprout's office.
Many people did not want to use the potion made from the concentrated water dilution of the baba tuber to remove acne on the face, but now they are not resistant at all.
As long as it can make oneself more beautiful, even if it is extract from cockroach corpses, the little wizards here are happy with it!
In the past, Filch complained every day about the fights between classes that professors deducted points for, and the phenomenon that professors hated so much that they would rush out of the classroom and rush to the cafeteria as soon as class was over. Then disappeared.
It was obviously dinner time at 12 noon, but not many people rushed to the auditorium.
Everyone began to walk steadily, and some even tried to imitate Filch's Lady Norris and try to walk the catwalk.
The voices of the little wizards also became softer. Even if there was a conflict, they would politely exchange their opinions and occasionally spout one or two "beautiful traditional Chinese quintessences."
There is no other reason for doing this, the main thing is to be a gentleman and a lady! The main thing is to never damage your own image!
But this is not enough. As Professor McGonagall said, taking the initiative is the most important thing. You can't just wait there stupidly for someone to invite you.
In that case, outstanding wizards and witches would have been invited by others first.
As we all know, only by taking the initiative to start a group can you take the upper hand!
So without knowing the situation of others, Harley received more than 20 invitations during the short meal, some from boys and some from girls.
Okay, this is big.
But Harley naturally refused all of this.
Harry would definitely not accept the invitation from those wizards. After all, Harley still kept in mind the way she played the witch of pleasure.
This has become an instinct engraved in her bones, and she will not violate it even if she dies.
She, the ageless witch Harley, will never be attracted to boys!
As for the invitations from some girls, Harley was actually a little moved. After all, these girls were indeed beautiful.
Hmm... But it was only because of her heartbeat, Harley rejected them ruthlessly.
After all, he already had a target to invite.
This is the first time that the Ageless Witch Neptune has tried to develop this routine, and now is the harvest season.
When these wizards and witches came to invite them, Hermione sat silently and seemed to be concentrating on cutting the mutton chops.
In every way, she had no reason to say anything.
But Hermione felt inexplicably unhappy, and there were always things she couldn't say.
But when Harry rejected these people, Hermione always felt inexplicably happy.
When the two went to the library to meet Fleur, Hermione said in a slightly envious voice:
"You're so popular, Harley. No one even invited me."
Harry chuckled softly and took advantage of his height to pinch Hermione's nose very quickly:
"What are you thinking about? My Hermione is so good, there will definitely be no shortage of invitations."
"Really?" Hermione pushed away Harry's hand and looked at Harry suspiciously.
"Why do I feel like you're cheating on me?"
"Of course it's the honest truth." Harley said with a smile, "Because..."
Before Harley could finish her words, a boy suddenly appeared and blocked their way.
It's Krum.
At this time, he was wearing his own Quidditch jersey, which was filled with medals from various championships.
Although he has only played for three years, Krum has already won many league championships or championships in major competitions between Nordic countries.
So those medals covered the entire upper body of his jersey.
Obviously, in Krum's heart, this is his most precious piece of clothing.
Behind him were a large group of boys and girls, many of whom had parchments and quills in their hands, seemingly ready to sign.
But there were also many people who were empty-handed and just stared at Krum.
The eyes of these people seemed to be swallowing Klum up, and they probably all had a common goal - hoping that they could invite Klum to be their partner in the Yule Ball.
However, after seeing the person in front of Klum clearly, many people suddenly realized something.
Harry faintly heard a few sobs from the crowd. Apparently, some witches or wizards thought it was impossible for them to invite Krum.
After all, in their hearts, no one can resist Klum's charm, and Harry is not surprised either.
After standing in front of Harry and Hermione, Krum took a deep breath.
He asked loudly in his English, which was not particularly proficient but obviously carefully practiced:
"Miss Harry Potter, may I invite you to the Yule Ball?"
When he said these words, his eyes were fixed on Harley's green eyes, his expression was very focused, and Hermione on the side did not come into sight at all.
Harley was stunned for a moment, then a polite smile appeared on her face.
"Mr. Viktor Krum," Harley asked with interest instead of refusing immediately.
"Can I please understand why you thought of inviting me?"
Krum looked around at the crowd, and his voice became a little lower:
"Because I feel that in the entire Hogwarts, almost most people often cast their eyes on me."
"Only you, Miss Delacour, Miss Granger and a few others don't pay that much attention to me."
"I don't know if you've ever noticed this, but I actually don't like that much attention."
"I just hope to bring happiness to everyone with my Quidditch skills, but I don't like everyone spending more time on it and wasting too much energy on me."
"And a beautiful lady like you, who doesn't pay too much attention to me because of my fame, makes me really yearn for you."
"So, Miss Harry Potter, can you accept my invitation to be my dance partner and attend the Yule Ball with me?"
But Harley smiled and shook her head politely, and poured cold water on Klum neatly:
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Krum. I can't accept your invitation. After all, I already have someone I want to invite."
"Really? I see, I took the liberty."
After hearing what Harley said, Krum inevitably had a look of disappointment on his face, but he still bowed forward politely.
But Krum didn't leave immediately. His eyes moved very smoothly to Hermione next to him, and without hesitation he asked the same topic as before:
"Miss Hermione Granger, may I ask you to go to the Yule Ball with me?"
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(End of chapter)
