As the owner of the Nihility Border, Nihon wanted to use the virtual network to act.
Harry had to say that he was impressed,
Then he packed his luggage and planned to talk to Deadpool about the price of smuggling into the third dimension. Then he was mercilessly slapped on the head by Kamia, telling him to wash his face and get back to the Hogwarts. As for the rest,
There were adults to think about.
Harry thought,
I'm already an adult,
And I'm also a member of the secret Phoenix Knights. But I don't know if Kamia knows about the secret Phoenix Knights,
So he didn't dare to say much and obediently returned to the Hogwarts,
And continued to be a qualified lurker. As for Kamia,
She seemed to be very busy,
Harry rarely saw her at school except during class time. She was probably really dealing with things in the United States with Dumbledore. In fact, Harry himself didn't have much chance to think about these grand issues related to the end of the world,
The most urgent thing in front of him was that Valentine's Day was coming!
There was no Lockhart this Valentine's Day,
But the scene was even bigger. Perhaps he was planning to show off in front of his friends, Dumbledore even personally posted an announcement post in the Hogwarts forum, announcing that there would be a dance party in the auditorium on Valentine's Day, and all teachers and students were welcome to attend! The post was pushed to the top within two hours, and there was a line of 666 below.
Harry, who was slow, only found out about the post on Valentine's Day Eve, when he was having dinner with Spiderman,
Suddenly heard Peter complain that Owl Logistics was too slow,
His and Colo's dresses hadn't arrived yet.
Harry asked, "What dress?"
Colo leaned against Peter and poked the pudding with a fork,
She said slowly, "The dress for the Valentine's Day dance... Haven't you prepared it yet?"
Not only was he not prepared, he didn't know at all! Harry hurriedly stuffed the last few bites of food into his mouth and rushed out. If he remembered correctly, he still had a mail-order advertisement for Madam Morkin's ready-made clothing store in his hand. But before he could rush out of the restaurant, Ron walked towards him, and the two of them bumped into each other.
Harry covered his nose. "Ron! Have you prepared your gown? "
Ron covered his chest. "What dress?"
Great, there's a fellow sufferer here! Harry briefly told them about the ball and was about to ask Ron to order the clothes. However, he was stopped by Ron, who said in confusion, "Didn't the members of our drama club agree to wear costumes?"
Harry: "… When did you say that?"
Ron scratched his head and said, "Last Wednesday's meeting and this Wednesday's meeting … I mentioned it."
Harry stroked his chin solemnly, silently calculating how long it had been since he last attended an activity of the Drama Club. He was surprised to find that he had never been there before.
Unwilling to give up, Harry pulled Ron's arm and asked, "Are you really going to wear pajamas to the party?" He still remembered what role Ron played in Under the Milk Tree.
Ron raised his eyebrows and smiled. "I played other roles after that!"
As a relatively active member of the Drama Club, Ron could safely choose from the roles he had played, such as the tailor in pajamas, the centurion in armor, or the henchman in a suit. In terms of social status and economic conditions, the first two roles might be more presentable, but they couldn't help but look handsome in a suit! Weisles, who had long arms and legs, looked quite good in the three-piece suit. Ron combed his hair, and although the freckles on his face were still lively, he was already very satisfied.
Harry was very happy for his brother, mixed with jealousy. At the same time, he reached for the Captain Kate costume, which looked like a sack, but was stopped by Ron. Ron was puzzled and asked, "Why are you taking Ginny's clothes?"
Harry's brain was confused for a moment, and then he remembered something, and then completely shut down.
For some reason, Harry only had one role to choose from, and that role wasn't the real Captain Kate he had played, but the sexy stunner Polly Garrett!
Harry, who was holding his screaming face, watched as Ginny took the Captain Kate costume right under his nose. Then Ron kindly turned the wardrobe around and said to Harry, "Look, you have so many dresses to choose from! Red wavy dots, blue stripes, yellow flowers … "
Drac, who was also wearing a suit, leaned against the door frame and said coolly, "That's enough, Weisles. Don't disturb our Polly Garrett while she's changing." Ron then let go of Harry, still worried. As he walked out, he said, "There's also a bohemian one. I remember it's your favorite!"
So why were the girls in the handicraft club so diligent? Harry's heart trembled as he picked through the row of dresses. In the end, he closed his eyes and chose a red wavy dot dress. Then, he walked out in a tragic manner … but after a few steps, he came back, forgetting to change out of the cotton shoes on his feet!
In the end, the final makeup for "Miss Polly" was a red wavy dot dress with deerskin boots and a light brown wavy wig on her head. Harry fiddled with the wig in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to cover his face.
Harry thought that it would be a very strange costume, but when he walked into the venue, he realized that it was not at all out of place. Although it was a Valentine's Day ball, due to the popularity of the drama club, it looked like a cosplay venue at first glance. At a glance, the differences between the schools had never been so completely eliminated. These characters that were squeezing around, spanned from prehistory to the future, and their species spanned across land, sea, and air. If he was not mistaken, it seemed that a Great Old One had just run past Harry. o (? □?) o
Merlin, what the hell is this drama club doing?! Harry squeezed through a row of knights, wiping his sweat, and found his friends in front of a small table. Ron, who was dressed like a dog, and Neville, who was dressed like a pioneer, smiled when they saw Harry. Harry angrily slammed the table and said, "Give me a cup of golden apple!"
"Hey!" Ron already had the self-awareness of being a henchman. He reached out and poured Harry a glass of apple juice with gold foil.
"Where are Hermione and the others?" Harry drank the apple juice while looking for people he knew in the crowd — it was not easy.
The romantic teachers, led by Professor Flitwick, used a lot of magic to decorate the venue. Many giant crystal chandeliers hung high under the changing nebula dome, and thumb-sized elves flapped their transparent wings, shaking off silver fairy dust. However, their main task was to accept the request of a shy boy or girl and go to another person's ear to whisper their love. Harry's vision was confused by these dazzling elves. After looking for a long time, he only found that compared to the wizards who were showing their magic, the students in suits were more like attending a ball.
Mystique's temples trembled. She looked at Shazan, who was in a suit, and laughed. "British custom?"
Shazan's expression was blank, and Billy's voice was echoing in his mind. "Where am I? What am I doing here? I'm still a kid! "
The giant salute made by Weisles broke the awkwardness. The elves who received the instructions swarmed to the leaders' table and sprinkled fairy dust on Dumbledore, who was wearing a pink starry robe. The old principal shook the bell happily and said, "Hogwarts don't forbid puppy love!"
Applause thundered! The twins pressed the button of Weisles's modified sound system, and disco music instantly filled the venue. The cheering couples swayed to the dance floor under the gaze of the teachers. Fred and George looked at each other and joined the dance floor.
Harry took a sip of apple juice and said slowly, "Ah … Hermione is over there."
When the lovers started to party, the singles became easy to find. Harry raised his hand and motioned to Hermione, who was sitting alone opposite him, and called the little witch over. "You're alone? Where are Ginny and Luna? "The three girls had been close since the trip to Golden Alice.
Hermione shook her head, indicating that she did not know, and Harry did not ask. He just reached out and poured a drink for Hermione. Then, everyone at the table ate pistachios and watched others dance.
Hermione did not join the drama club, so she did not wear a costume. However, she did not wear a formal dress. She was still wearing a proper wizard's robe, and her hair was no longer messy. As far as Harry's personal aesthetic was concerned, Hermione might not be particularly beautiful, but she was still pretty. He knew that in a few years, the girl's style would become sharper and more decisive.
She probably needed a relationship to stimulate her gentleness, Harry thought. On the other side, Hermione had already taken out a box of chocolates from her pocket and shared it with everyone.
As soon as he saw Hermione's chocolates, Harry had a cold war. There was no other reason. Last year's experience was too frightening. Ron, who knew a thing or two, also changed his face. Neville, who was ignorant, took a piece and tasted it. Then, he looked up at the ceiling and did not speak.
Harry and Ron trembled. "Neville?"
Hermione glared and wanted to press the whole box of chocolates on the heads of the two bad friends.
The little fatty came back to his senses and said in confusion, "Ah? What's wrong? Chocolate? Chocolate is good! "
Good? Harry and Jiang Xinjiang doubtfully tasted a piece of white chocolate and found that the taste was normal. Probably Hermione's skills had improved after a year. Seeing this, Ron also reached out and took a piece. He was also surprised. Hermione only rolled her eyes at each of them. Then, she yawned and wondered if she should go back to reading. The Valentine's Day dance party was really boring …
Probably because the resentment of the single dogs was too strong, the professors in front could not stand it anymore. They reached out and called the twins over and whispered a few words in their ears. The twins were first curious, then surprised, and finally revealed the same smirk.
Temporarily stopping the music, the two walked to the center of the stage together.
"In order to carry out the spirit of Valentine's Day —"
"In order to promote the theme of love —"
"Hogwarts need —"
"Everyone should participate —"
“let’s
dance！！！”
George laughed and ran off the stage. Fred continued to stir up the atmosphere. "Next, we will give a number to each of our single friends. Comrades with the same number — regardless of age, gender, and school — will form a temporary dance partner and spend this beautiful night together." The audience applauded and screamed. Fred hurriedly added fuel to the fire. "Also, the respected Professor Dumbledore will draw a pair of numbers for us. These lucky friends will come on stage and show us their love and tacit understanding!"
You know, watching a show — especially a show of other people's bad luck — does not differentiate between Muggle wizards, aliens, or mutants. Therefore, as soon as Fred's second sentence fell, there was a burst of cheers. At this time, George, who gave out the numbers, had already walked to Harry's table. Harry hesitated. At this time, Hermione looked up and said, "Harry and I are a couple. We don't need numbers." George was surprised for a moment, then secretly smiled and gave the two numbers to Ron and Neville.
After George left, Ron yelled at Harry for not being loyal. He then complained to Hermione, "Why don't you say we're a couple?"
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "What if your partner is a beautiful girl?" Ron was stunned for a moment. Then, his face turned red and covered his freckles. He lowered his head and murmured, "What if she's not?"
He then looked at Neville. The little fatty did not care at all. He was reaching for the last piece of chocolate while everyone was talking.
After giving out the numbers, George jumped back onto the stage. Together with Fred, they carried the prepared lottery box to Dumbledore and let the old principal pick the unlucky person of the night. Dumbledore smiled and rummaged in the box twice, and then prepared to take it out. Just as everyone held their breath and waited, the old principal paused and rummaged again. It seemed that the ball that he had just drawn was knocked out, which made everyone worried.
Of course, in the end, Dumbledore still took out a small ball and happily announced to everyone, "Very good, it happens to be my lucky number — Number 7." Fred hurriedly stood up and asked, "Which two students are Number 7? Number seven? Please come on stage and shake hands! "
Everyone was looking at the person next to them. Harry was suddenly very happy with Hermione's move. No matter how many lifetimes he lived, he did not plan to dance with a primitive man in animal skin or a futuristic mecha. So, he still had the heart to care about his friend. "Hey, Neville, what's your number?"
Neville glanced at his number tag. "It's not me. I'm number 19."
"It's me, I'm number seven." Ron, whose lips were still stained with gold, turned around with a blank face. "But who's the other number seven?"
Hermione swallowed the last sip of her drink and calmly pointed to the side of the stage. "That one."
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