Knowing where Voldemort was hiding, Dudley and the others had no intention of looking for him.
Because that doesn't make sense.
Even if this lingering Voldemort is killed, it won't be long before another new one appears. This is the characteristic of Horcruxes. As long as there is still one Horcrux, the owner of the Horcrux can continue to be reborn infinitely through the Horcrux.
Simply killing Voldemort doesn't make much sense.
It's cool though.
Moody followed the plan set by several people and played himself, except that the person imprisoned in the box was replaced by Barty Jr.
The weather is getting colder day by day, and Christmas Eve is getting closer.
Finally, Harry found Qiu Zhang and wanted to invite her to be his dance partner.
When Qiu Zhang saw Harry, his whole body was tense, for fear that something strange would appear.
Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened until Harry left.
As for the dance partner, it was no surprise that he was rejected.
Ron knew about this and wanted to comfort Harry, but the latter didn't take it seriously. He only invited Qiu Chang to avoid regrets. No matter what the outcome, he would never regret it.
Don't underestimate Harry's popularity at Hogwarts.
In just one week, Harry had rejected at least twenty little witches who had invited him to the ball.
As for Ron, let alone being invited by the little witch, the number of times he invited others to dances was zero.
Although the process is different, the result is the same. Neither of them currently has a dance partner.
"We can't just go up and dance, right?"
Facing Ron's proposal, Harry refused both mentally and physically.
"Ron, men can't, at least they shouldn't"
Ron's gaze passed over Harry and landed on the side of the Gryffindor common room.
"Hey, Lavender."
Ron suddenly shouted towards that position.
Lavender Brown, a very cheerful girl from Gryffindor who likes divination classes, was chatting with her friend Parvati Patil by the fire. She heard Ron's shout and looked over. .
"What happened?" Lavender shouted back.
"Would you like to go to the dance with me?"
"good!"
Harry watched the conversation between the two in stunned silence, and his mind was filled with questions.
So Ron also found a dance partner. Harry was the only one left without a partner.
"Harry, what's wrong with you?"
Just when Harry was lamenting that his friend was not loyal enough, a crisp voice sounded from behind him.
What he saw when he raised his head was the bright red hair unique to the Weasley family. Under the exquisite facial features (at least Harry thought so), a pair of big watery eyes were looking at him with concern - this was Ron's sister. Ginny.
"Worrying about not being able to find a partner for the dance."
Harry sighed and told the truth.
On the other side, Ginny seemed to have summoned up the courage to speak to Harry in a mosquito-like voice: "Then do you want to invite me to join you?"
Looking at the sparse freckles on the other person's face due to shyness, Harry suddenly felt the urge to invite him: "Is that okay? I mean, you don't mind if I can't find a dance partner." Did I just invite you?"
Ginny smiled happily when she heard that it was not a rejection.
"Of course not. I heard that Harry, you rejected the invitations of twenty beautiful girls in one week."
"Hey hey hey"
The 'Boy Who Lived' also found a dance partner inexplicably.
I hope Ron won't be excited when he finds out. In just a blink of an eye, the Kung Fu family was stolen, and his only sister seemed to be abducted by his best brother.
On Christmas Eve, the dance is about to begin.
Dudley had put on a custom-made dress and was standing by the stairs before entering the ball.
"Hey, isn't this Mr. Dursley? I think you should stay with your dance partner at this time, after all, you will be on stage soon."
A slightly sinister voice sounded. There was only one person in the entire Hogwarts who dared to talk to Dudley like this.
Not surprisingly, it was Madison Roberts Flint who had a tit-for-tat confrontation with Fleur the moment they met.
Dudley said nothing, but stared at her for a moment.
Others would definitely feel uncomfortable if Dudley looked at him like this, but Roberts didn't feel any discomfort at all.
"What? Is there something on my face?"
"You're not wearing a dress and no one invited you?"
The prom was only open to fourth graders, and Roberts was only a third grader, so she couldn't attend the prom if no one invited her.
"How is that possible? I just don't like it."
Roberts looked arrogant and puffed up his chest unconsciously, revealing his proud career line.
Although he is only a third grader, his development is better than that of many sixth and seventh graders.
Dudley admired in his heart, but while he was looking at others, others were also looking at him.
Roberts' eyes returned and just fell on Dudley's strong chest. Even the custom-made dress was stretched tightly because the chest was too grand. It seemed that there was a possibility that the clothes would collapse at any time. He seemed to have thought of it. What? Her eyes began to flicker, and the veins on the back of her hands appeared and appeared, beating slightly.
"But if it were you, I could."
"Sorry for the waitting."
He was forcibly interrupted before he finished speaking.
Roberts glared dissatisfiedly, and then she was stunned. When did Hogwarts gain such a beautiful woman?
Standing in front of her was a girl who was not inferior to her in appearance and even better in temperament. She was wearing an elegant robe made of light purple-blue fabric. Under the light, she looked like It's a fairy that comes out of a painting.
"Granger?!" Roberts said with some uncertainty.
In her impression, Hermione's trademark messy hair disappeared, replaced by long, smooth and shiny hair, pulled into an elegant bun on the back of her head.
"How about Dudley, does it look good?"
Hermione walked directly past Roberts and came to Dudley.
"You look good, you always look good."
Dudley had not taken his eyes off Hermione since she appeared, which made Hermione very satisfied. After hearing the unstinting praise, she became even more happy.
Dudley originally wanted to stroke Hermione's head, but she had her hair tied up now and couldn't stroke it like before.
"But I still think your previous look looked good."
It's a standard straight man's speech. If other girls heard Dudley's remarks, they would have gone crazy. They worked hard for 3 or 4 hours, but you said that your previous look looked good?
Hermione is not an ordinary person. She cares more about Dudley's opinion than Xingxing's hard work on styling.
She put on makeup solely for Dudley, not for anyone else.
"Then I will recover tomorrow."
"Um."
Roberts on the side looked at Hermione and then at Dudley, and suddenly felt that he was redundant.
(End of chapter)
