Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 700 Boys’ Style

What do you think of Fleur's invitation? Harry froze, his eyes blank.

What does that mean? Didn't Fleur already say that Fleur chose him because of Harry's friendly behavior when she first came to Hogwarts, and because she liked the dress he gave him. Of course, this There were some misunderstandings, and Harry really wanted to explain it clearly, but Fleur didn't give him a chance to speak, right?

Was Hermione angry because Harry agreed to Fleur's invitation?

Ron was also stunned. He looked at Hermione with a strange expression.

Looking at the two dull boys in front of her, Hermione shook her head and sighed heavily, looking like 'you are hopeless', but the anger in her heart also dissipated a lot.

"Let's talk about it when we get back——"

After saying these words, Hermione took steps forward again.

This year's class has ended. Although the professors left a lot of homework, no little wizard except Hermione could bear to leave this endless fun time in the boring library. The lively Gryffindor students are almost living a life of drunkenness and sleepiness these days.

During the day, they went to the grounds outside the castle to play snowball fights and games in groups. When night fell, they returned to the common room to party, and they dispersed one after another until late at night.

When the portrait of the Fat Lady was opened, the candlelight in the warm common room was shining, and the jubilant atmosphere was much more lively than the previous few days.

Fred and George were standing at a round table selling a new product they had developed, a very interesting cookie.

Just eat it and you'll turn into a canary covered in feathers for one minute. Ever since Neville was 'deceived' to advertise this biscuit, its sales have been very good, and Neville himself seems to be quite fond of canary biscuits. He gave a lot of them to Fred George for this Silverxico.

"Oh, look who's here, the most enviable boy right now!"

The twin brothers standing high up immediately spotted the three Harrys who had gotten into the door. The two brothers jumped up and jumped over the heads of the other brothers (Colin Creevey and Dennis Creevey). Falling in front of Harry who was caught off guard.

"You always work miracles, don't you, Harry!"

George slapped Harry hard on the arm and Fred winked at him.

"Take a picture, Harry, just to celebrate!"

At some point, Colin had already raised his camera and said eagerly.

"Oh, what?"

Harry reacted immediately and covered his face with his palms.

"Stop it, Colin!"

Suddenly, boys scattered in every corner of the noisy lounge appeared in front of Harry. Many people applauded him, but many of them looked at him with jealous eyes.

Harry's refusal had no effect at all. Colin's camera had already flashed a series of dazzling lights.

"How ridiculous, Harry!"

Seamus squeezed out from the crowd, with a smile on his face, punched Harry on the shoulder armor, and said loudly,

"It's not surprising at all, right? The Boy-Who-Lived defeated the mysterious man. Which girl can resist your charm?"

Harry had gradually figured out what the fuss was about, and he shouted to explain the misunderstanding. Fleur didn't ask him to be her dance partner because she liked him. They didn't know about the dress yet.

But in this case, who would bother to listen to what Harry was shouting? The boys lined up to come to Harry, and each one had to slap or punch him on any part of his upper body. This is a way to show respect to Harry for 'getting' the hottest girl on the current Hogwarts campus!

"Oh, why don't you look happy, Hermione?"

Harry was 'swallowed' by the moving crowd. George withdrew his gaze and looked at Harry with a smile, his arms folded, and angrily looking at Harry who was getting increasingly emotional.

"I think it must be because it was hard to make big news, but Harry stole the limelight!" Fred said with a weird smile to Hermione and Ron.

"Cough cough!"

Ron clenched his fist under his lips and coughed twice, pretending to be solemn.

"Listen, you two, there's nothing funny about this!"

However, Fred and George just looked at each other, and then, while making strange expressions, they kept repeating "This is nothing funny" while laughing, and ran to the side to count the extra money in their wallets tonight. Those silver coins.

"Don't be angry, Hermione--" He glared at the leaving figures of Fred and George for a long time before Ron withdrew his gaze and looked at Hermione with a slight embarrassment.

"You know, Hermione, they both love to make silly little jokes like this."

Of course, Hermione's stern face was not because of Fred and George's intentional teasing. However, Ron's pale comfort still made Hermione's face soften a little. After sighing softly, she and Ron stepped forward. Yihou struggled to avoid the gathering crowd and came to the sofa by the fireplace.

The lounge was bustling with activity, but everyone's attention was on Harry, who had just done something big. So when Ron and Hermione sat down, the expressions of the two people looking at each other were a little unnatural, as if There are only two of them left here.

Gradually, both of their cheeks turned a touch of unnatural red. Ron looked away in panic, looking at the strong flames emitting red light in the fireplace, and tugged on his collar.

"Ahem, it's really hot here--"

Hermione just pursed her lips and didn't make any sound, and her silence made Ron even more uneasy. His eyes wandered and fell on Harry, who was surrounded by the crowd. He stared at Harry silently. After a while, he suddenly smiled and said,

"He's still so popular, isn't he?"

"Not entirely--"

Unexpectedly, Hermione actually responded, looking over Lavender's head and pointing at the pale girl leaning against the old chest of drawers.

"Oh, Ginny?"

Ron looked around and saw Ginny, who was looking at Harry with a look of despair on her pretty face. Even her formerly flaming red hair had become much duller.

"That's right, Hermione. I dare say Ginny must have suffered a lot. To be honest, I didn't expect that she would always be so obsessed with Harry-"

Ron shrugged and said casually.

As if she was dissatisfied with Ron's flirtatious tone, Hermione frowned and glanced at Ron, but said nothing more.

About an hour later, Harry came late. His face was red, maybe because he drank a lot of butterbeer or because he heard a lot of different compliments than before. There was a sweet smile on his lips. smile, as if he had really accomplished something beautiful.

"What are you talking about?"

Harry sat down next to Hermione. He seemed to have forgotten all the questions he had brought out of the principal's office. He looked at Ron with a smile and said.

During the hour that Harry was away, Ron and Hermione had a completely awkward conversation. They didn't dare to touch the topic of the Yule Ball at all. It was too painful. Ron didn't know what Hermione was thinking. In short, he It took a lot of willpower to stop the urge to run away.

When Harry came back, the awkward atmosphere was suddenly cleared. Ron breathed a sigh of relief. He also noticed that Hermione's towering shoulders were slightly stretched, but then, Hermione sat up again, and The sizable outline of the girl's upper body burned Ron's gaze like a flame, causing him to hold his breath and focus his gaze on Harry.

"I'll talk to Ron again. How long will you be proud of-"

Hermione lowered her face and glared at Harry.

"Uh, what?"

Harry rubbed his messy hair and said dazedly, but when his eyes touched the seriousness and hatred in Hermione's eyes, he shuddered suddenly, his mind immediately returned to consciousness, and he immediately remembered entering the lounge. Some things before,

"I'm not proud, Hermione—"

Well, Harry figured it out now and Hermione was no longer unhappy with him accepting Fleur's invitation. But Harry still felt a little puzzled, why was Hermione angry about this?

"This is not my problem, it was Fleur who invited me."

Harry said a little aggrievedly.

"Why can't you move."

Hermione took a sharp breath and glared at Harry angrily, wanting to ask him why he couldn't use his brain, but in the end, she controlled her emotions and softened her tone a lot, but still asked with an unkind expression,

"When will you realize that Fleur is using you, Harry?"

(End of this chapter)