HP Magic Biography

In fact, Ron, who was utterly speaking out, was naturally the one who suffered. Professor McGonagall’s invitation is not so easy to refuse.

Dancing with his arms around Professor McGonagall is not a common occurrence, this is the treatment of Headmaster Hogwarts.

The last week of the semester became more and more noisy.

Rumors about the Christmas ball were flying around, but Fanlin didn't hear them all—for example, Dumbledore had bought 800 barrels of spiced honey from Mrs. Rosemart.

It may sound true, and he has already booked a sister. In fact, Fanlin didn’t know who or what was that very...or weird sister. He had never owned a wizard radio, but the ecstasy of those who grew up listening to wizard radio broadcasts. Jiner guessed that it was a well-known singing group.

Some teachers, like Professor Villifer, stopped lectures when they saw that their students’ hearts did not know where they were flying. He allowed the students to play games in his star’s class, and he took most of the Time was spent talking to Potter about Potter's first mission-the ingenious flying spell used by Potter in the Three Wizards Tournament.

Other teachers are not so generous.

For example, Professor Bincy has been talking from the part of the notes about the demon uprising-as if he would not stop teaching even if he was dying.

So they think it's impossible for him to stop for small things like Christmas.

In fact, Fanlin never understood why Professor Bins was so sharp...what a great thing! His report of such **** and violent goblin rebellion sounded like Percy's cauldron-long and smelly.

Professor Moody was in class until the very last second, and Snape was no exception.

He looked at the whole class unkindly, as if to warn them that in the last class of this semester he would use it to test their ability to detoxify poisons.

"It's a devil," Ron said bitterly in the Griffinton common room that night. "The quiz was on the last day, and the joyful atmosphere of the end of the semester was swept away by a lot of general reviews. Up."

"Um...you wouldn't torture yourself like this?" Hermione said, looking up at him from the medicine notes he was reviewing.

Ron is busy building his paper fortress with exploding cards-more interesting than playing magg cards, because the entire fortress will explode at any time.

"It's Christmas!" Harry said lazily, lying in the easy chair by the fire, reading "Flying with a Cannon" tenth time.

Hermione also looked at him seriously. "I thought you were doing something constructive!"

"Like what?" Harry said, looking at "About. Zorkins tied a short stick to a hunter of Bercy Castle" in "Cannon."

"Egg! Golden egg!" Hermione hissed.

"Hey, Hermione, I'll know on February 24th." Harry said.

He put the golden egg in the suitcase upstairs, and he hasn't opened it since the celebration party for the first mission. After all, it was two and a half months before he needed to know what all these screaming and wailing sounds meant.

"It may take several weeks to arrive!" Hermione said. "At that time, if everyone knows what the next task is, you don't know, you are like a fool!"

"Leave him alone, Hermione, he needs to rest," Ron said, placing the last two cards on top of the fortress, and then the whole one exploded, burning his eyebrows.

"Relax, Hermione," Fanlin said, "Perhaps, I probably..."

"Harry has to find the clues by himself." Hermione said angrily. She seemed to have forgotten how she helped Harry.

Fan Lin smiled wryly, arguing with Hermione on this issue is undoubtedly irrational.

"It's pretty, Ron... That matches your dress very well, really."

Fred and George talked from a distance. They came over and sat down at a few people's tables when Ron felt that he had made the matter serious.

Burnt eyebrows, paired with bad lace clothes.

Ron will never forget the situation when Mrs. Weasley asked the Owl to bring the clothes box one morning...

"Ron, can we borrow your Pi Weijun?" George asked.

"No, it's going to deliver the letter now," Ron said. "What's the matter?"

"Because George wanted to invite him to the prom," Fred said wryly.

"Because we want to send the letter, fool." George said.

"Who are you always writing to?" Ron said.

"If you're nosy... stick out your nose, Ron, or I will burn you too," Fred, waving his wand threateningly.

Fanlin guessed it was Bagmont, they made a fortune in the Quidditch World Cup.

Fanlin just wanted to say that he could loan the owl out, but Fred's next words immediately held him back.

"So... have you all found a partner?"

"No." Ron said frustratedly.

"Well, you'd better act quickly, old friend, or else, the good ones have been invited away by others." Fred said.

"Who will you go with?" Ron said.

"Angelina." Fred blurted out without embarrassment at all.

"What?" Ron asked in surprise. "Have you invited her?"

"Right," Fred said, turning his head and shouting to the lounge, "Hey! Angelina!"

Angelina was chatting with Alyshir by the fire, then turned her head and looked at him.

"What's the matter?" she responded.

"Want to go to the prom with me?" Angelina looked at Fred with evaluation.

"Okay," she said, and turned to chat with Alysill again, with a smile on her face.

"Have you seen it?" Fred said to Harry and Ron. "It's easy."

He stood up, yawned and said, "We'd better use the school owl, George, hurry up..."

They are gone.

Ron no longer thought about his eyebrows, looked at the remains of the smoking castle, and glanced at Harry again.

"It's time for us to act...invite some people. He is right. We can't invite a pair of girls in the image of a mountain spirit to appear."

Hermione spat angrily. "A pair of what... Say it again?"

"Okay—you know," Ron said, shrugging, "I really would rather go alone—if I'm going to go with Elose Mi."

"Her nose seems to be crooked," Ron said.

"Oh, I see," Hermione said, her hair standing up with anger. "‘So simply, you just want to find the best looking girl, even if she is scary?"

"Uh-yes, almost." Ron said.

"I'm going to bed." Hermione interrupted him, and without saying anything, she headed up to the girl's stairwell.

The others were stunned.

For example, Fanlin and Harry.

Ron can easily provoke Hermione to anger. This is something everyone knows very well, but this time it seems to really anger Hermione.

There is no doubt that this is because of Ron's words, judging people by appearance, which is undoubtedly a kind of harm to a girl.

To be precise, any normal girl would be angry because of such a thing.

Undoubtedly, this was a huge hindrance to Fanlin's actions, and Hermione was angry and even let him go.

This made Fanlin a little puzzled, but the truth was that Hermione hadn't appeared for several days.

Maybe I should learn Fred? Fanlin thought this more than once, but it was a bit too difficult when so many people invited.

Because the Hogwarts staff wanted to impress visitors from Boothbatten and Durmstrang, they have decided to show the best of the castle this Christmas.

When the decorations started to lift up, Harry realized that it was the most amazing thing he had seen in the school.

Icicles are fixed on the railings of the stairs. The twelve Christmas trees are still placed in the assembly hall as usual. There are everything to decorate, the shiny hollow berries, and the really loud golden owl~www.mtlnovel. com~ They can also sing carols.

Listening to the empty armor who knows only half of the lyrics sing "Oh, come on, all sincere."

It feels really different.

On several occasions, Filch would pull Pippi out of his armor.

(Pippi likes to hide there and fill in lyrics with lyrics written by himself, but those words are terribly vulgar.)

Harry still did not invite Qiu to the ball.

He and Ron are becoming very nervous now, although Harry said that Ron would look silly if he had a partner, but Harry should have picked it first with other champions.

"I want to cry Myrtle go too." He said sadly, referring to the ghost entwined in the girls' toilet on the second floor.

"Harry—we have to try it quickly."

Ron said Friday morning, the tone seemed to indicate that they were planning to break through an unbreakable fortress.

"When we go back to the common room tonight, we will all have a partner-okay?"

"Uh... OK," Harry said.

But every time he watched autumn-during rest, during lunch, when he went to magical history class-she was always surrounded by a large group of friends.

Didn't she go there alone? Maybe he could hide her on the way to the bathroom, no, that's impossible—she seemed to be escorted by four or five girls in the bathroom.

But if he does not act immediately, she will definitely be invited by others.

Harry discovered that he couldn't concentrate on Snape's detoxification test. He always forgot to add an important ingredient...a Bazo.

This means that he will get a low score, but he doesn't care, anyway, this is also a common thing.

He is thinking how to summon the courage to do what he wants to do. As soon as the bell rang, he grabbed his schoolbag and rushed to the cell.