Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 187 But why can't girls take the initiative?

Almost at the moment when Professor McGonagall's words landed.

Hermione was keenly aware of the ready-to-move eyes, and she looked back.

There are little witches from the same house, there are little witches from Ravenclaw, and there is even a little wizard from Ravenclaw, eager to try.

She can understand girls.

What a boy to join in the fun!
Professor McGonagall clapped his hands: "That's it, I hope everyone can get ready and have a happy Christmas Eve."

The little wizards packed their things, chattered and discussed excitedly.

The center of their topic is naturally Harry, and Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons, a Hogwarts warrior, and a beautiful woman named once in a century in the "Daily Prophet" warrior.

Although as early as a century ago, the Goblet of Fire was suspended.

They packed up their things and went to the classroom for the next class.

Hermione was a little absent-minded, and when Harry reminded her, she realized that she had to use the Time-Turner, and there was another class waiting for her.

As soon as she came over, she heard Ron complaining: "Harry, you don't have to think about it, but who should I invite?"

The little red-haired boy snapped his fingers, thinking hard.

He thought about the opposite sex with whom he got along well.

Hermione didn't have to think about it, it was outside the scope of his answer, but except for her, Ron figured it out.

The opposite sex I communicated with the most was Hedwig, followed by the female house-elf in the kitchen, and then the female snail in Hagrid's classroom.

This result made him stunned, standing there blankly, unbelievable.

What did you do during the three and a half years of your schooling?
They are all friends, Harry and Hermione are both successful in their studies and careers, but what about themselves?Barely a bit of academic achievement, good weight gain, or even too good, and nothing else.

"I can't invite Hedwig." Ron wailed. "She's just an owl."

"You can invite Ginny," Hermione suggested.

Ron was startled: "Ginny?"

Oh, yes, I almost forgot about her. This younger sister is also one of the few opposite sexes I have had a lot of contact with, and she can barely compete with the female snail.

"But she's just my sister." Ron frowned. "Mom knew she would kill me."

Hermione rolled her eyes: "You're thinking about something. You just invited her to be your dance partner. Ginny is only in the third grade. She's not old enough to go to the dance. Someone needs to invite her."

Ron's eyes brightened: "Hermione, you are such a genius!"

"I won't have to find a partner, and Ginny will be able to join in."

He was completely relieved and became as heartless as ever.

Today is the day Harry has had the most exchanges with people since he entered school - from the end of the transfiguration class to the return from the greenhouse to the auditorium, at least 20 people have sent invitations to Harry, hoping that they can be his dance partner.

Many of them were wizards.

Let Harry feel the social atmosphere of Great Britain thoroughly.

None of them got consent, and Hermione used the simplest tactic - let Ron go, he is very good now, even ordinary sixth-grade wizards are not his opponents.

until dinner.

Harry's cold and merciless refusal time and time again, and the increasingly icy air pressure surrounding Harry and Hermione, made those who were a little bit hot after hearing the Yule Ball finally cool down and stopped bothering them.

Ginny and her little sisters came over, talking and laughing.

Ron held the lamb chops in one hand and asked his sister, "Ginny, how about being my dance partner at the Christmas ball? I'll show you."

"Sorry, I have already agreed to someone else's invitation." Ginny politely declined.

Startled, Ron put the lamb chop into his mouth and forgot to bite it down.

He looked at Ginny in surprise, took the food away for the first time, and his expression became serious: "Is anyone else inviting you?"

He clearly realized one thing - there might be some little pig thinking about his sister, wanting to give this juicy cabbage a hug.

"Please, Ron." Ginny raised her voice and rubbed her face, "Although I'm worse than Miss Granger, I should still be pretty? There are many people who invited me, more than you think. "

As she spoke, she looked at Hermione with a slight helplessness in her eyes.

Last year, she could still say that apart from being inferior to Hermione in brains, she was slightly better in appearance.

But this year, she straightened her teeth and combed her hair. With just such a slight adjustment, she immediately became prettier than herself.

Block your last hope.

Prince Charming was kidnapped by other princesses.

"Who is it?" Ron scowled, "Which guy?"

Neville, who was sitting next to Ron, trembled slightly.

Ginny announced her name calmly: "It's Neville, didn't he tell you?"

Neville?

Not only Ron, but also Seamus, Thomas, George and Fred who poked their heads in the distance and looked at Neville in surprise.

"How could I agree to you?" a sixth-year Gryffindor blurted out, "Ginny didn't have a date when I invited her."

George turned his head immediately, his eyes were sharp: "Kenneth, you want to attack my sister too?"

"You bastard, she's only in the third grade!" Fred gritted his teeth and took out a small firework from his pocket.

Kenneth's face immediately became terrified: "No, Fred, my dear, you can't do this, I just"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was pressed on the table by the two brothers. The transfiguration technique made the cup a strong shackle and tied him up.Fred stuck a firework in his crotch, clicked the wand, the fuse ignited, and with a whoosh it flew out of the crotch.

The back thrust made Kenneth let out a howl.

Immediately afterwards, the fireworks exploded, almost simultaneously printing the expression on Kenneth's distorted face.

Neville was trembling, and he looked at Ron cautiously.

"You bastard, she's only in the third grade!" Ron gritted his teeth.

Neville replied softly, "I'm only in fourth grade, too."

They can barely be counted as peers.

Ron was taken aback, clenched his fists, yes. Neville is only one year older than Ginny, so it's impossible to criticize him based on his age!
He struggled for a while, and his tone became more serious: "When did you have thoughts about Ginny?"

Neville twitched: "When Professor McGonagall said to invite a partner, I thought of Ginny."

"No, that's not what I'm talking about." Ron interrupted him, put his hand on his shoulder, and exerted a little force: "When did you have thoughts about Ginny, you should understand what I mean."

Ginny sighed helplessly: "Brother Ron, you can't threaten him like this."

"He's not your boyfriend yet, so you're in a hurry to help him?" Ron turned his head, and softly yelled at Ginny with the tone that a brother should have.

But after he finished speaking, he froze, looked at Neville and then at Ginny, his eyes gradually became incredible.

George and Fred also paused the display of fireworks, staring intently at their sister.

Ginny's cheeks flushed, and she shook her head: "Of course not! What are you thinking?"

Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

"Eat first." Neville handed over the untouched lamb chops on his plate.

"Mr. Longbottom, we're going to have a good talk tonight." Ron took it, nodding, his face still serious.

George and Fred also came over: "And us, Mr. Longbottom."

Three "Mr. Longbottom" made Neville's face turn pale.

After dinner, Ron and his two brothers were still discussing how to deal with "Mr. Longbottom" at night, whether to sink into the Black Lake, hang on the Gryffindor Tower, or something else .

Harry and Hermione went back to the lounge first.

Under the grand staircase.

Fu Rong stood there with a gentle smile on her face, one after another refusing the inviters who lined up in front of her, men, women, and even ghosts.

Her eyes were not on the group of inviters, but she kept staring at the entrance of the auditorium.

Seeing Harry come out, she walked over immediately.

"Mr. Potter, good evening." Fleur greeted softly.

Harry nodded.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Fu Rong asked, blinking her eyes expectantly.

Harry looked at her, thinking hard.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat.

After a while, he said, "The injury near your ear hasn't healed yet, go to Madam Pomfrey, or you may leave a scar."

This sentence frightened Fu Rong so much that her face turned pale, she hurriedly raised her hand to cover her right ear.

"The one on the left," Harry kindly reminded her.

Fu Rong hurriedly changed hands.

Harry was about to walk around her.

Fleur stopped him again: "Mr. Potter, it's not about this."

Harry looked at her suspiciously.

"It's about the Christmas ball, although you, the boy, should invite me." Fleur covered her ears, shook her head and smiled, "But why can't girls take the initiative? How about being my Christmas companion?"

Instead of "partner," she used the more ambiguous word "partner."

Made Hermione gnash her teeth.

"No, I refuse." Harry was decisive without any hesitation. It was undeniable that Fleur was indeed beautiful, but she was not suitable for him.

"Why?" Fleur raised her head proudly, "Could it be that Hogwarts can find a better woman than me?"

"Regardless of appearance or ability?"

Harry was about to speak.

Fleur continued: "And Mr. Potter, you probably don't have a female companion yet? I sincerely suggest that you think about me."

"You've never been in my consideration." Harry said blankly.

"Then it seems that Miss Granger is in your consideration?" Fleur turned her head and looked at Hermione with a thoughtful expression.

Before Harry could speak.

Hermione took the first step, she stared at Fleur, her tone was not as harsh as before: "Miss Delacour, you seem a little too aggressive."

"I'm helping Mr. Potter make a better choice." Fleur looked at her and smiled slightly.

Hermione clenched her fists, her cheeks flushed slightly.

Fu Rong's previous sentence "But why can't girls take the initiative?" was circling in her mind, getting bigger and bigger, almost filling her brain.

(End of this chapter)