DNF Meets Harry Potter

"I hope so!" Professor McGonagall nodded at them and then returned to the podium to check the classwork the students had handed in.

Not long after class, the bell rang on time.

She stood up from her chair and patted the table, her stern eyes swept across every little wizard present, and the classroom, which seemed a little noisy due to excitement, was suddenly silent.

"I'll mention one more point here. You must wear a dress to participate in the ball," Professor McGonagall continued, watching them. "The ball will start at 8pm on Christmas Day and end at midnight, and it will be held in the auditorium...

This will be a good opportunity. You will take the O.W.L exam next year. There are not many opportunities left in the time..."

When it comes to the O.W.L exam, the originally sitting, ecstatic little wizards suddenly couldn't laugh. Except for monsters like Hermione and Carl, every little wizard was nervous about this test.

"It seems that you have this sense of crisis. This is worthy of recognition..." Professor McGonagall was obviously satisfied with the attitude of the students. She paused and continued.

"But it's not that we will relax the Hogwarts students' code of conduct. If a little wizard embarrassed the school in any way, then I would be very unhappy..."

Facing Professor McGonagall's stern gaze, the little wizards unanimously felt the tremendous pressure. It seems that the Christmas ball can't do whatever they want.

"Do you all understand?!" Professor McGonagall knocked on the table with his wand and finally said.

"Got it!" The neat answer echoed in the classroom.

"Very good! get out of class is over now!" Professor McGonagall nodded announcing the end of get out of class, and then stopped Carl and Harry who were about to leave, "Harry, Carl. You guys don't leave, I have something to tell you. ..."

Harry guessed that it might be about the two of them getting lost in class, so she dared not look into Professor McGonagall's eyes and walked to the podium with her head down.

Professor McGonagall waited until the whole class had left, took a sip and said, "Every warrior will be with their dancing partner..."

"Dance partner, what dance partner?" Harry felt a little bad for a moment, and interrupted her with some doubts.

Professor McGonagall almost choked upon hearing these words. She turned a button on the podium into a paper towel and wiped the water stains on the corner of her mouth, then frowned suspiciously, suddenly feeling that he wanted to be funny. That's why I asked.

"That's your partner at the Christmas ball! Potter!"

Professor McGonagall stared coldly at his thin lips. Any little wizard who knew her knew she was angry. Harry suddenly felt that he had messed up this time.

"Did you not listen to what I just said? I even reminded you!" Professor McGonagall was very angry. She felt that Harry took her words to ears, or simply filtered it out as spam.

There was an ugly smile on Harry's face. He knew what Professor McGonagall was talking about.

"Dance partner, this..." he replied with some stumbling, feeling his face flushed, "but I don't know how to dance..."

"Actually, I wouldn't..." Carl whispered from the sidelines, and he was now grateful to Harry for giving him thunder to attract firepower.

"Oh, no, this can't work!" Professor McGonagall was a little irritated. "This is what I want to tell you. All the time, dance parties have been organized for the warriors and their dancing partners. This is …"

"Is it traditional?" Harry interrupted Professor McGonagall again.

He imagined in his mind that he was wearing a high hat and a tuxedo, accompanied by a girl in an evening dress with folds. The evening dress with folds was like Penny often wore to attend the event. That's the case for the agricultural company party

Harry felt a chill at the thought of this scene. The picture is too beautiful to imagine.

Not to mention Carl, he has never understood why he wears such ugly clothes at the prom. Obviously he has many kinds of magic robes, picking one is better than those.

"Yes, yes, of course!" Professor McGonagall replied as expected: "You are all warriors at Hogwarts. You should be representatives of the school and do what we expect you to do. So please be sure to find A dance partner."

"But—I won't—" Harry retorted again with a long tone. Vernon and Petunia would take him to learn to dance, that's a ghost.

"I can't learn it, is it difficult?" Professor McGonagall felt even more confused when he said this sentence. "You only need some simple practice to master it. This is much easier than practicing magic. Now! Besides, the time is still long!

Hogwarts can't attend the ball without the Warriors, otherwise what do you tell Deus Strong and Busbarton to think of us? "

Professor McGonagall, are you saying the opposite...

Carl rolled his eyes, Ning was standing and talking without backache. Practicing magic is much harder than dancing, okay? !

Otherwise, there won't be any cancerous equipment like Heaven Dancer.

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"Harry, Carl! Not much to say, because I have said everything that should be said!" Professor McGonagall said in an ending conversation. "The next thing you have to do is find a partner, and then talk to you before Christmas. She learned a dance together.

The best is the Waltz, if it doesn’t work, others can barely replace..."

Waltz...I've only skipped radio gymnastics since I was a kid.

Where is the Pure Land of Bliss? I’m familiar with this, I’ve read it many times and now I still remember that I can imitate it~www.readwn.com~ Can this be replaced?

Carl was vomiting in his heart, and wanted to tell these real thoughts. But if you really want to say it, he is afraid that he will have to die on the spot, and the conservative and staid Professor McGonagall will not tolerate sand...

Two children who can't dance walked out of the transformation classroom lonely, and since then two more unhappy people have appeared in the castle.

When Professor McGonagall was gone and could no longer see him, Harry immediately began to complain with an uncomfortable look.

"Dancing, dancing, dancing! It's this **** tradition again, why do the warriors have to attend the Christmas ball! I would rather face the fire dragon again than this!"

The wailing of despair continued from Harry's mouth, and it was his nightmare.

For Harry, who didn't even know a few girls besides Hermione, it was too difficult for him to invite someone to the prom. It was difficult for him to see no hope at all.

What should he do if he plucks up the courage to speak and is rejected? He shuddered as long as he thought of such a scene of social death.