DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Howling!" Carl slapped Harry on the head, raised his eyebrows and said impatiently: "Hermione can dance, we can go and ask her!"

Isn't it just a small dance party? Can you really give him?

As long as the mind does not slip, there are more solutions than difficulties. No, he had already asked Hermione in the name of foresight.

"So..." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, but became even more worried in an instant. "But, how do you solve the partner's problem..."

"If you want to please a girl, you can only rely on yourself..." Carl tilted his head, and a bold thought suddenly appeared in his heart, "If you really can't find a partner, you can also find a boy who also didn't find a partner. Do it all night.

Compound decoction, there are many ways to make up! "

"What kind of bad idea are you!" Harry straightened his hair impatiently, wishing to punch him. Once this was discovered, it was estimated that Professor McGonagall was the first to kill him.

"Then I can't do anything!" Carl shrugged, he is not an emotional teacher, how can he guide Harry in this way.

The two went into the auditorium while chatting, and the atmosphere today is much more active than yesterday. It seems that the deans have told the little wizards of their academy the news of the Christmas ball, so that they can prepare in advance to invite their dancing partners.

When the two of them just walked into the auditorium, they caught everyone's attention in an instant, everyone was discussing something in a low voice, taking a peek at them from time to time.

Harry found a seat with some headaches. He never thought that so many people would register to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas.

He had always stayed at school for Christmas before. At that time, there were very few people. Dumbledore would often gather all the little wizards who stayed at school under a table to spend that night...

But this year, every student above the fourth grade seemed to stay, and Harry felt that they were also troubled by the prom-although their troubles might not be the same as his, at least, most girls are like this.

She giggled in the corridor and kept whispering; some girls shrieked and walked by whenever a boy passed them; and they talked more about what to do on Christmas night What to wear...

"Don't think too much, Harry!" Ron patted Harry on the shoulder, staring at him a little enviously, and since the first game was over, they had settled down.

"Know that you are a warrior at Hogwarts, and you will definitely receive a lot of invitations just by standing there!"

Hermione glanced at him, and seeing him staring at the girls worriedly, she naturally knew what he was thinking, and then Feng Qingyun comforted.

"Yeah! That's right! When you are playing, there are many girls who are screaming and cheering for you!" Ron took a bite of the chicken leg in his hand, and added slurredly.

"If you don't believe me, take a look at Carl! It is estimated that this will happen to you soon!

You know he can't dance just like you! "Hermione pointed to Karl, who was almost overwhelmed by a lot of girls on the other side, with a strange tone.

Ron suggested: "If you have an invitation, it would be even better, she will definitely not refuse you! After thinking about who to invite?"

Harry did not answer, looking very sad.

Of course he knows who he wants to invite, but it's another matter to summon the courage to go...

——Choo Zhang of Ravenclaw, one year older than him, very beautiful, and a very good Quidditch player, and she is very popular, very popular, Harry has treated her a long time ago Feel it.

Ron seemed to know what Harry was thinking, he stopped his movements, stared at him intently and encouraged again:

"Listen, you won't have any difficulties. You are a warrior at Hogwarts. You have defeated a fierce fire dragon, and this dance is only held because of you. I bet they will wait in line for you. Invited!"

...

Hermione and Ron continued to persuade Harry, while Carl's side was the opposite. The eyes from the girls made him feel uncomfortable.

Those who are more courageous even came over and bluntly wanted him to be a dance partner.

"Sorry, I already have a partner!" Carl drank and rejected a sixth-grade witch who came to invite him. In such a short while, this is already the sixth!

"You are really welcome!" Naiyali held a silver table knife and dangled it under the bright candlelight. The reflected light of the knife made Carl's eyes hurt, and her beautiful face was exposed. A playful smile.

"Where!" Carl's head shook like a rattle, and immediately explained: "It's all their wishful thinking, it's none of my business! I never promised them!"

"I understand this. After all, I am not a devil..." Naiyali poured a cup of black tea for him slowly, and then drank all of her cup.

But you used to be the incarnation of Naia, the existence of the supreme joy of controlling a part of the rule and destroying civilization is far more terrifying than the devil. Even if it is Beelzebub and Lucifer, **** monarchs like you are ants compared to you. They can only deceive people. If you deceive, you will be a civilization or even a plane...

Carl murmured inwardly but didn't dare to say it directly, otherwise he knew that she would definitely be killed. Just as he was going to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere between them...

A clear clank rang into his ears...

That was the sound of her finger breaking the silver dinner knife that she was holding in her back~www.readwn.com~ But, remember, if you dare to agree, you are dead! "

Naiyali looked at the knife that she had broken into two pieces, and glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, as if a black flame ignited in her palm.

Soon, the solid silver turned into liquid, flowing silver, gleaming in the air.

She gently closed her palms, and when she reopened it, an intact and full-time table knife appeared in her palm, with a dazzling light on the sharp end.

"Today's sardines are not bad!" As if nothing had happened, a light smile returned to her face again, and by the way, he commented and picked some dishes for him.

"What are you doing looking at me like this? Don't you taste it?" Naiyali's eyes seemed to flash.

"Don't do this? I'm so scared of you..." Carl swallowed hard, and the sardine on the plate was still staring at him. The protruding eyes made Carl think of Ince unconsciously. Deep divers in Mousse.