Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 188 Fleur Cupid

Hermione looked back at Harry.

The two of them were very close, almost standing next to each other.

But the two of them were far away, and she kept chasing after Harry's footsteps, but she could barely see a shadow even when standing on tiptoe.

Who doesn't long for a fairy-tale dreamy love?

Of course she was also looking forward to it, the shyness and reservedness of a young girl kept her waiting, maybe it would not be romantic, just by the fireplace in the Gryffindor lounge, they finished their homework all day, she put extracurricular Crookshanks dozed off on Ron's pillow, Harry finished his research.

The wood crackled and burned.

Moonlight and wind pour in through the window.

In the dead of night, Harry casually said, "Hermione, are you going to the dance together?"

Then she smiled shyly and nodded in response.

That's enough.

But that's all, really?
Hermione's eyes were dazed, and it was difficult for her to notice the changes in the people around her after being with her day after day. Only then did she realize that Harry was already a head taller than herself, compared to the thin figure she saw when she was 11 years old when she entered school. As big as a shield.

There are traces of green and tender stubble growing beside the lips, and the eyes are as deep as ever.

There are a few scars on his face, not deep or big, not damaging his appearance, but they are so glaring.

Hermione clenched her fists, why did she wait for Harry to mention it to herself?
Harry was different from himself.

He is carrying a heavy load, Voldemort is still alive, someone is targeting him in the final match, he is very strong, but he has been alone all the time - Snape, Dumbledore, those professors are all his good teachers , they are leaders, not companions.

Why can't girls take the initiative?
Especially Harry had had enough.

I want to accompany him and walk with him, and this thought is not just as short as one year or two years, but if I want to last longer, I should take what I can afford.

Hermione took a deep breath and looked at him with a serious look and a firm tone: "Harry, I invite you to be your prom partner, okay?"

Her voice was trembling, and her body trembled slightly.

With a simple sentence, all the courage in her heart was poured out, overwhelming, and it fell on Harry.

A richer and brighter smile hung on Fu Rong's face, and she watched eagerly.

The little wizards came around, they didn't dare to get too close, they poked their heads, George and Fred came over, took out an ear-shaped thing from their pockets, put it on the ground, and immediately stretched it out, not long after Just closer to Harry and Hermione.

Harry looked at Hermione, his expression unchanged, and he didn't speak.

Hermione felt uneasy.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked her after a while.

"It's been several years." Hermione replied without thinking.

Harry held out his hand to her: "I'm honored that Miss Granger extended an invitation to me."

Hermione held out her hand.

It was solemn and prudent, as if making a contract.

"Just a prom partner." Fu Rong's tone couldn't help but sour, "Why do you want to do this?"

Hermione gave her a stern look on Joffe's face, from the roots of her ears to her forehead.

"Dear Hermione, you should thank me." Fleur tilted her head with an innocent face.

Hermione nodded with a reluctant "hmm".

In the distance, the little wizards were bustling with excitement, booing and shouting.

Harry ignored them, went upstairs with Hermione, and walked to the lounge. The lion cubs followed suit until they reached the fifth floor. Hermione couldn't take it anymore, pulled out her wand, and threw them out of the window one by one.

What's the fuss!

Don't want to copy homework?
After Harry and Hermione finished almost all of today's homework, Ron brought Neville back in a hurry. He rushed to the table, picked up Crookshanks and the Sorting Hat, sat down by himself, and took a few breaths. Only then asked anxiously: "What happened just now?"

"We've only parted less than an hour!"

"I heard from Ginny, Hermione, did you confess to Harry?"

Ron was heartbroken, obviously the three of them were inseparable at ordinary times, but such a thing had never happened before, why did such a big incident happen at the moment when he left, such a moment.

As best friends, he didn't even see it!
"Don't listen to their nonsense!" Hermione blushed, watching Crookshanks beat Ron. "It's just a Christmas ball partner."

Ron seemed to have not come out of the identity of a good brother, and he was extremely keen, grasping the key words in Hermione's words: "So I still have a chance to see Hermione confess to Harry."

"Ron." Hermione gritted her teeth.

Ron shivered: "No, I just want to refer to experience, if Ginny."

He glanced at the person beside him, who was also curious like himself, and gritted his molars: "I'm just saying, if, if one day Ginny confessed to some closed-eyed little boy, how would I deal with it. "

"You're going to grab a boyfriend from Ginny?" Harry raised his head, expressionless.

Ron rolled his eyes.

Neville's eyes were also a little straight. He glanced at Ron in fear, and hurriedly moved away a few steps while hugging Boss.

"I won't! Impossible!" Ron emphasized, "Harry, I'm female, you know, us."

Hermione raised her eyebrows and let out a meaningful "Huh?"

Ron's words stopped abruptly.

"What did you do?" Hermione asked softly.

Ron shook his head, like a weather vane on a rainy day.

Hermione nodded at the table and looked at that person: "Neville, you are in the same dormitory as them, you should know what they are doing, right?"

Neville was about to speak subconsciously, and he noticed Ron's knife-like gaze.

Oppression from my uncle.

He immediately and without hesitation, like Ron, shook his head like a weather vane.

"Let me think about it." Hermione's tone was still very gentle, "Mr. Longbottom doesn't want to use the papers of Potions and Transfiguration classes as a reference? I remember that there are several difficulties in the papers assigned by Professor Snape recently. I had to ask Harry to figure it out."

Neville's face changed, but he persisted.

"I heard that in the next class, Professor Snape will pick out the student with the worst performance to test the medicine." Hermione added.

Neville's face changed again, and he hesitated in his heart, but Longbottom was Weasley's most loyal friend.

Hermione was expressionless: "Professor McGonagall also meant that if the paper could not be written this time, that person would not be allowed to participate in the Christmas ball."

Neville didn't hesitate anymore: "It's just some magazines, you know Hermione, the kind that can only be read in private."

"Ron's always got some rare stuff."

Ron's expression changed drastically, he immediately put Crookshanks down, turned around and slipped towards the entrance of the lounge.

Hermione coughed lightly: "Mr. Weasley, it's so late, where are you going?"

Ron laughed dryly: "I'll go to the Black Lake to find out the way for Harry."

"Harry at the bottom of the Black Lake is much more familiar than you." Hermione's tone gradually became indifferent, "Come back, I have something to ask you."

Ron walked back apprehensively.

In less than 10 minutes, he was crying and confessing, and Neville confessed with Ron.

They were wrong and shouldn't have taken Harry to see those things.

The Gryffindor lounge was as lively as ever.

On the second day, many people pointed at Hermione, and they all envied Hermione to be Harry's dance partner—the prom partner of the best warrior.

The lion king has his master.

They could only turn their attention to other people. The little witches earnestly extended invitations to Krum and Fleur, but the little wizards were much more reserved. Most of them only extended invitations to Fleur.

Unlike critical Krum.

Fu Rong's journey to choose a dance partner is not smooth.

At the dinner that day.

They saw Fleur walking to the Hufflepuff table and inviting Cedric: "Would you like to be my dance partner?"

She has been observing the senior wizards of Hogwarts during this time, especially those who have the courage to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

George and Fred were also among her subjects of observation.

But it seems that Cedric of Hufflepuff is the best candidate in Hogwarts after Harry in her opinion.

On the Ravenclaw long table, a girl had an ugly expression on her face.

Fleur Delacour, a warrior of Beauxbatons, a warrior with part Veela blood, exudes unparalleled charm.

Cedric refused flatly: "Sorry, I'm honored that Ms. Delacour can choose me, but I already have a girlfriend."

He stood up, walked to the long Ravenclaw table, and stretched out his hand to Zhang Qiu. His body trembled slightly, similar to Hermione's state last night.

Zhang Qiu was surprised, her cheeks were reddish, she only thought of something after being reminded by the sisters beside her, she quickly raised her hand, tightly held Cedric's hand, nodded, and said the three words solemnly : "I do."

Fu Rong stared at them blankly.

When Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor booed louder and louder, Zhang Qiu and Cedric fell in love with each other, waved their wands, and drove a few puddings to chase after George and Fred, who made the loudest booing.

She just realized what happened.

She was rejected again—unlike Harry, she was already mentally prepared for being rejected by Harry.

But why would Cedric reject himself?
And again.

Because of my own invitation, a couple was formed.

Gritting her teeth and stomping her feet, she walked to the Gryffindor table, picked up a fork, and stabbed the sausage hard.

"Congratulations, Miss Delacour." Hermione looked at her and smiled.

Furong was taken aback.

She looked at Hermione, this sentence was very gentle, without any yin and yang meaning, was she really congratulating herself?

"What's there to congratulate?" Fu Rong shook her head, "I've only been rejected twice in my life."

She raised two fingers and spoke quickly, with an even more obscure accent.

"twice!"

"It's all you Hogwarts students, damn it, are you all Britons?"

Hermione continued softly: "But at least Miss Delacour doesn't have to worry about not being able to find a job after graduation, she can open a shop to help wizards find marriages, oh, even ordinary people can do it, you don't use magic, just make love."

Fu Rong pinched the tail of the fork, her finger hair was white.

The yin and yang strange energy is here!

hateful!

The little wizards at Hogwarts have such vicious mouths.

"It seems that Miss Granger has admitted that she is in love with Mr. Potter?" Fleur gritted her back molars.

Hermione pursed her lips, didn't speak, just bowed her head shyly.

Fu Rong's heart skipped a beat.

it hurts.

What's going on, I obviously wanted to fight back, and this knife also rushed towards Hermione, but why did it stick in my chest for no reason?
I can't eat this meal!
Fu Rong threw a mouthful of the untouched sausage on the plate, and left with her long hair shaking.

Ron sighed, what a waste, he didn't even eat a bite.

Harry and Hermione, Cedric and Zhang Qiu, they made the atmosphere of the Yule Ball more lively and subtle. There were more little wizards around Fleur, but fewer people invited her, and most of them wanted to give her a gift. A small gift, praying for her to bless her love fortune.

Someone is holding a book about magical animals, trying to find entries related to Veela and love.

This made Fleur so angry that she didn't come out of Beauxbaton's house for three days—until her sister also began to seriously ask her if she could really protect love, and she slammed the door out.

When had she, Fleur Delacour, been wronged like this!
But just after she entered the castle and sat down at the Gryffindor long table, a little witch named Lavender came over and said a lot of "blessing" inexplicable words, and then extended an invitation to Ron.

Not surprisingly, Ron agreed.

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