In the last week of the semester, the school was getting noisier and noisier by the day. People were spreading rumors about the Yule Ball. Even Allen, who was immersed in his research on Dementors, heard a lot of gossip when he was eating in the hall.
For example, Dumbledore bought eight hundred barrels of honey wine from Rosmerta with Three Brooms. He booked the popular magic group, the Wacky Sisters, to perform a song.
Compared to these rumors, what made the young wizards even more restless was their dance partners.
During breakfast, Michael proudly told Allen that three girls had already sent him invitations. The young wizards in the training class were very popular.
"I say, buddy, you better hurry up, or all the good girls will be taken," Michael said.
Allen smiled and nodded calmly.
"Well, maybe you don't have to rush." Michael saw that the girls around him kept looking at him. "But you'll be harassed for a long time."
Allen followed Michael's gaze and saw a few girls from Ravenclaw getting excited, pushing and teasing each other.
"I think it's not too late for you to leave now," Michael suggested.
"You're right." Allen saw a girl who seemed to be encouraged by the other girls to come over, so he quickly got up and left the hall.
Allen's invitation had not arrived yet, and Hermione was distracted in the magic class. Fortunately, Professor Fleevy saw that the students were obviously distracted, so he simply stopped teaching.
Professor Fleevy allowed the young wizards to play games in his class, and he spent most of the time talking to Harry about the wonderful Harry used in the first event of the trifecta competition.
The bell rang, and Hermione packed her bag and walked to the Potions class. Just as she reached the hall on the first floor, someone called her name.
That unique voice could only belong to one person — Krum.
"Hermione, will you be my dance partner for the Christmas dance?" Krum quickly came to Hermione and handed her a purple box.
Hermione didn't take it. Just as she was about to reject it, Krum quickly spoke.
"Hermione, I was deeply attracted by your uniqueness during the World Cup in Quidditch. I went to the library every day just to see you and have more opportunities to interact with you. No one has ever moved my heart like this. I really like you. I hope you can give me a chance. "
Krum's thick and long eyebrows didn't furrow, which was a rare sight. His lips trembled slightly, and he looked at Hermione without the usual toughness in his eyes. The pleading look in his eyes made him look exceptionally fragile.
He handed the small purple box to Hermione again. "This is the Golden Snitch that my grandmother gave me. It was a relic that my grandfather left for her. As a training tool, this Golden Snitch had witnessed my growth and accompanied me throughout my childhood. I made it into a necklace and gave it to you. "
Hermione was touched, but she still wanted to reject it. Just as she was hesitating about what to say, she was interrupted by Krum again.
Krum saw Hermione's hesitation. Without waiting for Hermione to speak, he quickly said, "Are you waiting for Allen? Harris will invite you. I heard that he has an ambiguous relationship with many girls. "
Suddenly, a cold voice spoke from behind them, "Shallow fans? Using an old Golden Snitch to coax the little witch Muggle, what a cheap excuse. Isn't it enough that you spend time together? Are you confused by Quidditch's second-ranked ball seeker? "
A person came out from the shadows behind them. It was Professor Snape.
"Using your flying skills to coax the little witch, how shameful." Snape glanced at Krum contemptuously.
Hermione was a little angry because of Krum's words. Now, she said to Snape angrily, "If I wasn't interrupted by you all, I would have already rejected it."
"I'm sorry, Krum. I can't accept your invitation."
After saying that, Hermione turned around and wanted to leave. But in an instant, she was stunned and hurriedly walked forward. "Allen, I didn't …"
Allen walked over from the hall in the distance and smiled at her. His next words successfully made Hermione, who was worried that Allen would misunderstand, happy.
"Hermione, I want to invite you to be my dance partner. Are you willing?" Allen didn't wait for Hermione to finish her explanation and directly sent out the invitation.
Hermione nodded happily. Allen nodded to Professor Snape and glanced at the pillar on the left from the corner of his eye. Behind the pillar, Ron stared at them unhappily.
"Miss Know-It-All, don't be late." Professor Snape snorted coldly and walked to the Potions classroom, his cloak rustling behind him.
"I have to go quickly." Although Hermione was happy, the professor had already entered the classroom. She couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
Alan knew Hermione's character, so he rubbed the top of her unkempt hair and gently said goodbye to her.
Looking at the back of the little witch in a hurry, Allen couldn't help but laugh. Ignoring Krum, whose face was so gloomy that it could drip water, Allen strode out of the hall.
Back in the tower, Allen sat in front of the desk and unfolded the parchment. He dipped the quill in the ink bottle and quickly wrote on the parchment.
"For Aunt Josephine." Allen fed some corn flakes to Benny and tied the letter to its leg.
Then, Allen took out a sheet of music and hummed softly to the beat as he transcribed.
The teachers and students of Hogwarts constantly showed their desire to impress the guests of Boothbottom and Demstrand. They seemed to be determined to show the best of the castle this Christmas. The school was decorated with lanterns and streamers.
And Hagrid was naturally the main force in decorating the school. Not only did he not complain, he even put in extra effort. He wore a pink suit, his hair was tied behind his head, and he even sprayed cologne on his body.
The handrails of the marble staircase were covered with icicles that would never melt. The twelve Christmas trees that were usually placed in the auditorium were decorated with all kinds of trinkets, from shiny holly fruits to live golden owls that kept hooting.
The armors were all enchanted. As long as someone walked by, they would sing Christmas carols. It was especially comical to hear an empty helmet sing "Oh, come on, you pious people."
But sometimes, you had to pay attention, whether it was the armor that was singing, or —
"Naughty Ghost, come out." Filch grabbed Naughty Ghost with both hands, trying to pull him out of the armor.
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