DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Hermione, who is your dancing partner?" Carl greeted Hermione with a smile.

"Hmm...I'm not going to the Christmas ball..." Hermione looked at him and seemed to smile a little forcefully.

"Why?!" Ron exclaimed before Karl asked again, "Why didn't you participate suddenly?"

"Next year will be O.W.L. I have to prepare well!" Hermione shook her head, as if she really had no plans for that. "Professor McGonagall didn't let me participate anyway."

Why not participate? It's not because I turned down all the people who came to invite her in order to wait for someone's invitation...

Harry wanted to say something but in the end he was silent, although he knew the real reason.

"It's just an O.W.L, isn't it?" Carl was a little puzzled, don't explain the O.W.L of the year with Hermione's level, even if he went directly to participate in N.E.W.T.s, he would be one of the best.

"That's right! If you can't even win O.W.L at your level, then Harry and I don't have to struggle at all!"

Ron also continued to persuade, he thought for a while and then added:

"The Christmas event is only that day. You can't even spare this time, do you?"

"Of course not! But I didn't plan to participate, so naturally I don't have a partner!" Hermione glanced at Ron, and secretly asked why he had so much today.

"That's really a shame!" Carl shook his head slightly. Hermione did this kind of thing.

Suddenly, Ron seemed to be thinking of something, winking frantically at Harry.

"Ron, what's the matter with you?" Harry asked with a dazed expression looking at him, the corner of his eyes twitching, he thought he was epileptic.

"No...nothing~..." Ron chuckled dryly, scolding Harry for being so clever, how could he be like a log now, he didn't even understand the hint.

"It's fine." Harry suddenly felt that he was a little strange today, but he didn't think about it. What he had to consider now was how to find a partner.

If tomorrow the other three warriors took their dancing partners on stage to start the prom, he would be alone, and he could hardly imagine how ugly Professor McGonagall’s face would be.

...

Hogwarts was cold to the bone at the end of December. After dinner, Karl had a few chats with them and planned to go back.

"I don't know what I will receive this Christmas..."

Carl changed into his pajamas and lay on the bed, looking at the starry night sky outside the window, looking forward to Christmas tomorrow.

When he opened his dim sleepy eyes early in the morning, he was immediately attracted by the piles of colorful gifts under the Christmas tree.

He raised his hand, and the pile of gifts that belonged to him flew up and landed on the bed one by one.

"Unexpectedly, there is a gift from Furong, this is...a box of bonbon chocolates?

Sisy Honey... Oh, it must be Dumbledore! "

The time to open the gift is obviously extremely happy, and it also has a certain sense of mystery, because you will never guess what the next one is.

But obviously they still understand Carl's preferences. About two-thirds of the various boxes are various candies, and the remaining third are some handicraft pendants and the like. Among them are the wind chimes made by Hermione herself and the hollow crystal ball given by Lily.

The old bat Snape gave something very spiritual. He directly sent a bottle of poison, and he also marked that it was specially prepared for Carl, and he hoped that one day he could drink it without knowing it.

Carl put this special Christmas gift at the bottom of his inventory blankly, feeling that he was losing again this time. He gave Snape a bottle of expensive shampoo this Christmas!

In exchange for the result, this is it? ! Sure enough, the old bat is a real dog...

Carl packed up a lot of gifts and walked out of the dormitory. It was snowing outside, and the air was extremely cold, but this did not affect the enthusiasm of the little wizards for this special day.

They wrapped their robes tightly, wearing big red Christmas hats, walking through the corridor in twos and threes, discussing the prom tonight.

The one who walked towards Carl's style was Nai Yali. The cold winter didn't seem to affect her at all. The purple dress was all the clothes she was wearing.

"Are you ready?" Naiyali skillfully took Carl's hand and walked with him to the auditorium.

"Of course!" Carl smiled and nodded, and agreed, but in fact he didn't prepare anything...just attending a dance party. Is there anything else he needs to prepare?

"But I'm not ready yet...you may have to wait for a while...but I think it won't be too long...

It’s just putting on makeup, taking a shower, getting hair and nails and picking a perfect dress by the way. It shouldn’t take long..."

Naiyali shook her fingers, planning one by one like a few treasures. But what she didn't notice was that Carl's face became ugly every time she said something.

"Then I have to remind you that the prom starts at 8 o'clock in the evening, and we can't be late..." Carl pulled out a somewhat far-fetched smile. What can he ask for? I can only hope that Naiyali can not forget the time while dressing up.

"Eight o'clock... That's it. Time is a bit tight!" Naiyali frowned. She was not very satisfied with this time. "Then I may not be able to accompany you this afternoon..."

"Then try your best, as long as you are happy..." Carl said helplessly. He once again experienced the horror of Naiyali.

The Christmas auditorium is decorated extremely ornately. The hundreds of candles hanging on the ceiling disappeared without a trace. Instead, clusters of flowers blooming like flames bloomed. The long tables of the four colleges were full The little wizards who greet Christmas.

Because the ball will not be officially held until the evening, they are still wearing school uniforms. Taking advantage of breakfast time, everyone was discussing what kind of grand occasion will be tonight.

Hermione looked at the little witches who were discussing how she agreed to the boys' invitation to attend the prom, feeling extremely complicated for a while.

Happiness is theirs, she has nothing.

Hermione sighed, stopped looking at the excited little witches, and returned her gaze to the magic books on the table.

Hermione cheered for herself in her heart. Since she has made up her mind to work hard during the Christmas holiday, she must do it!

...

The time soon came to the next three o'clock. After Naiyali, who was drinking afternoon tea with Carl, glanced at the wall clock on the wall, her expression changed and she put everything away.

Without any precaution, Carl's hand that was about to hold another biscuit froze in midair, and his eyes widened as he looked at the empty table.

"Time is almost up, I have to prepare for the prom." Naiyali gracefully took out a handkerchief and wiped the remaining black tea at the corner of her mouth, and then pointed to the wall clock on the wall.

"But... it's only three o'clock! It's too early to eight o'clock!" Carl glanced at the wall clock she was pointing at, his eyes almost staring out.

He has always used the worst intentions to speculate about Naiyari, but he didn't expect it to be so cruel.

"Are you going to prepare for five hours?!" Carl shook his head and confirmed to Naiyali again.

"Why do you think I won't end until eight o'clock?" Naiyali replied angrily, "I can't spare some time before the prom begins?"

"I don't think it would be possible if it were you!" Hearing this, Carl replied very seriously.

"If you don't believe me, then I can't help it!" Naiyali smiled happily, "Anyway, I will start preparing now...

Give me some time, I will be ready soon..."

After that, her figure quickly faded like a light smoke, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Seeing the reclining chair that was still shaking in front of him, Carl shook his head helplessly, and walked out of the room alone with a sigh.

There were still hours before the prom, and he had to find some time for fun.

...

Hermione hugged her book to avoid the little wizards who had formed a team, and somehow she suddenly felt very sad.

All this was naturally seen by Harry. He hesitated whether he should try to invite her, but he didn't have the courage to open the mouth.

He knew that Hermione had always been a proud girl. How embarrassing the scene would be if he was rejected again!

Harry remembered that he had tried to invite Qiu Zhang before, but the other party responded with an awkward and polite smile. In addition, the scene with a good person card could not help but feel hot.

But he also understands the feelings of Qiu Zhang. After all, they are not too familiar with each other, and they have no friendship with each other-just like he rejected those fanatical admirers before, there are even sixth and seventh grades. The little witch who is about to graduate...

"If you don't try, how can you know if she will reject you?"

A slightly smiling voice sounded behind Harry. Harry turned around. Carl was putting a piece of chocolate into his mouth. It was a Christmas gift that Fleur gave him today, although he didn’t know why she gave it to herself. Chocolate, but this does not prevent him from eliminating these high-end goods imported from France.

"Would you like a piece of chocolate? It tastes pretty good..." Carl broke a piece and handed Harry a piece of chocolate with a smile, without mentioning the suggestion just now.

"Stop it, Carl!" Harry waved his hand helplessly, saying that he was annoying now and didn't want to eat chocolate.

Carl couldn't help but shook his head in disappointment when he saw him. If he didn't get his body like this, he really deserves to be single for a lifetime.

"If you invite her, she might agree!" Carl pulled Harry to sit down and slapped him, and said he would give him a try.

"But..." Harry stopped talking, and he looked very nervous.

"Try it and you won't lose a piece of meat, anyway, you are so familiar with her, it won't be so good if you are rejected!" Carl sighed and said earnestly.

He didn't understand what Harry was afraid of.

"There are still three hours before the prom begins. If you can't find a dancing partner within this time, Professor McGonagall may not be so easy to talk about. Karkaroff will definitely make a fuss on this..."

After putting down these last words, Carl had nothing to say, he had already had a partner anyway, and it had nothing to do with Harry if Harry couldn't open the mouth.

Perhaps it was his last sentence that worked, and Harry took a deep breath, his eyes gradually becoming more determined. He slowly got up from the chair and walked in Hermione's direction. He finally decided to try again.

"Hermione!" Harry looked at Hermione who was immersed in the book world with some bewilderment. He gritted his teeth and finally plucked up the courage to call out her name.

"What's wrong, Harry? Why are you walking silently? It scared me to death!" Unexpectedly, Hermione was taken aback by Harry, she just felt the heart beating.

"Ye... I'm sorry..." Harry apologized to her softly, blushing like a ripe apple.

"By the way, why is your face so red? Is it a fever? It's really bad, you have to go to the prom as a warrior tonight!

We must hurry up to find Madam Pomfrey! Hope she is still in the infirmary now! "

Hermione put down the magic book in her hand, and soon discovered something was wrong with Harry. But she didn't think too much, just thought he was sick. Pull him quickly to find Madam Pomfrey.

"No...I didn't..." Harry shook his head, thinking of what he was going to say next, he suddenly felt more nervous.

"Then what's the matter with you?" Hermione asked with some doubts, and Harry revealed weirdness everywhere.

"Hermione...excuse me... would you like to...be my dancing partner and join me...for this year's Christmas...prom?" Harry lowered his head, his lips moved, his voice whispered like a mosquito.

"Harry, what are you talking about?!" Hermione felt even more confused. She didn't understand what Harry had just said.

Carl, who was watching from the side, suddenly saw this scene, his eyes lit up, and he rolled his eyes, and suddenly got his mind.

"Don't thank me~www.readwn.com~ Harry! This is what I should do!" An evil smile bloomed on his face.

"The voice is loud!"

I saw Carl slowly drew his wand out of his pocket, shook it slightly in his hand, muttering words in his mouth, and a faint light shining from the tip of the stick.

"I said... Hermione, would you like to be my dance partner!"

The sound was extremely loud, and the echo was even more prolonged under the reflection of the wall. For an instant, the eyes of the little wizards in the entire classroom were focused on Harry, and their eyes were three-point surprise, five-point affirmation, and two-point smile...

After saying this, Harry regretted it. He couldn't make such a loud voice anyway. He knew that he was being caught by Karl Yin again...

But it was too late when he understood.

Hermione was covering her face, the boss staring, and for a moment she felt a little unreal.

Is this the Harry she knew?