"Potter! Weasley! Listen carefully, okay?"

Professor McGonagall's husky voice swept through Thursday's transformation class like a whip. Harry and Ron both jumped up and looked up.

The two of them were fighting each other with fake wands made by George and Fred. Harry has been in a good mood recently. He passed the first project alive, and Ron made up with him. Of course, the most important thing is that he scored higher in the first project than Guris.

Although Guris' dragon-slaying show almost conquered everyone in the school, he slaughtered the poor dragon. He shouldn't have done that. The dragon is now a magical creature protected. Even though he did not receive any punishment due to the competition, he suffered a lot of losses in scores and is now at the bottom.

"Well, Porter and Weasley have both been honest." Professor McConna said, "I have something to announce to you-"

"The Christmas dance party is coming soon - a traditional part of the Triple Championship and an opportunity to communicate with foreign guests. Now, the dance party is only open to students in the fourth grade or above - but you can also invite a lower grade student, if you like it-"

A few girls in the classroom started to laugh secretly. Professor McGonagall continued uneasy: "You must wear a dress. The dance party starts at 8 pm on Christmas and ends at midnight, and is held in the conference hall. Now the get out of class is over-"

Professor McGonagall glanced at the class calmly, "Potter- you have something to do, please don't leave first."

"Potter, the Warriors and their dance partners-"

"What dance partner?" Harry looked at Professor McGonagall in confusion.

Professor McGonagall also looked at him in confusion, as if he asked this question because he wanted to be funny.

"Your partner at Christmas ball, Potter," she said coldly, "your partner."

"Dance partner?" Harry felt himself blush.

"I can't dance." He immediately made excuses.

"Oh no, you will," Professor McGonagall was a little irritated. "That's what I'm going to tell you. The dance party has always been for the Warriors and their partner."

“It’s tradition,” Professor McConna said firmly. “You are a Hogwarts Warrior, and you should act as a representative of the school and do what we expect you to do, and I would be very upset if there was a Gryffindor student embarrassing the school in any way.”

"So be sure to find a dance partner, Porter," Professor McGonagall said in an orderly tone.

"Well, a dance partner." Harry and Ron murmured on the way back, "Is there anything more embarrassing than making a ugliness in front of the nobles of Guris and Malfoy?"

"Forget it, Harry, this is nothing. You have conquered the Fire Dragon. It's not a problem for mere dancing." Ron's tone was still a little sour, "The most important thing is who are you going to invite?"

"Who are you invited?" Harry was silent, and a shadow appeared in his mind, gentle and generous, and beautiful. Quidditch played well and had a good popularity - he certainly knew who he liked to invite, but it was another matter to muster up the courage.

The last week of the semester has become more and more noisy. Rumors about Christmas balls are flying around. This year, every student in the fourth grade or above seems to be left behind, or, at least, all girls are like this. Hogwarts has never accommodated so many girls at once, some giggling and whispering in the corridor; some girls, boys, they laughed loudly when they passed by; some were there talking about what to wear on Christmas night...

"Harry-we have to try it out," Ron said Friday morning, and that voice seemed to indicate that they were planning to break through an unbreakable fortress. "When we return to the communal lounge tonight, we will all have dance partners - okay? You know that there is only one week left before the dance."

"Well, OK," Harry said vaguely, and he found that every time he saw Qiu - during rest, during lunch, during magic history classes - she was always surrounded by a large group of friends. Didn't she go anywhere alone? Even four or five girls were escorted to the bathroom. But if he didn't act immediately, Guris' figure came to his mind, "No, Guris is fighting with Furong now, he will definitely invite Furong, and - I'm better than him, right?" Harry comforted himself.

After Potion class, Harry rushed out of the classroom quickly, walked through the crowded crowd in the corridor, looking for Qiu's figure, and unexpectedly he soon found her. She had just finished the Black Magic Defense class and was preparing to go back with a group of friends - Guris was not here, and the Warriors had no final exam, so no one cared if they didn't go to class.

"Uh-Qiu? Can I say something to you?"

The girls around Qiu looked at him in surprise, with strange eyes, expectation, sympathy, and indignation.

Qiu glanced at Harry, sighed imperceptibly, "Okay." Then she followed him out.

"Uh, you're willing to go to the dance party-and me?" Harry's mind was a little confused, but his heart was full of expectations.

"I mean, go to the dance with me," he explained hurriedly.

Qiu looked at him quietly, a hint of confusion appeared in his big eyes, but he quickly woke up, "Sorry, Harry, I can't go with you."

Harry felt his heart suddenly become empty, his voice was a little hoarse, "Why, it's because of Guris?"

Qiu nodded.

"His he invited you?"

Qiu was silent and shook his head after a while.

"Why! Why didn't he invite you, you still have to wait for him! He is now with Furong, he is a playboy. Even if that's the case, you still have to wait for him. Even if I invite you, you will not agree!" Harry suddenly burst out.

Qiu lowered his head with a wry smile, "My friends said the same thing. When Cedric came to invite me, they advised me to agree, but who told me to like him? No, who told me to love him? Even if he didn't come in the end, I wouldn't agree to anyone else."

"No, you can't do this!" Harry was a little crazy, the scar on his head became increasingly ugly. He stretched out his hand to grab Xiang Qiu Zhang, "I'm obviously better than him, I got more scores than him-"

A red light flew over, and Harry's hand was knocked out before it even touched Qiu Zhang.

A figure walked out from the corner of the corridor, and Guris said lightly: "Harry, it's not good to touch someone else's girlfriend!"

"Gurrys!" Harry gritted his teeth and climbed up from the ground, pulling out his wand.

"Damn it!" A thick red light shot out from his wand.

Mo Wen frowned slightly. It seemed that Harry's magic power grew rapidly under the influence of Voldemort's soul fragments, but then his brows stretched out again, "Armor Protects!" The gorgeous armor phantom covered him, and Harry's spell hit him without any impact.

"Harry, I see your head needs to be clear."

"The Golden Bell is upside down!" The curse hit Harry and poured him out.

Harry's face turned red, and his robe fell off as it poured out, revealing the underwear inside.

"Gurrys, you bastard, I know you are jealous of me. You did not perform well in the first project. You are afraid that I will steal your limelight. You despicable guy will actually attack you!" The crazy Harry looked for a fig leaf for himself without saying anything. He really couldn't accept it when he showed this in front of Qiu.

"Is that?" Mo Wen suddenly smiled playfully, walked to Harry step by step, and whispered, "Who did you think it was reminding you to use Fei? I really thought it was what Ginny said, I will tell you honestly, if she hadn't begged me for a night, you wouldn't have thought of what method to use until you die..."

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Harry walked away in a daze, leaving only Qiu Zhang and Mo Wen.

"What are you doing?" Qiu said in a low tone, "Aren't you with Furong?"

Mo Wen smiled and stretched out his hand, "I'll invite my Christmas dance partner! Beautiful lady, do I have the honor to attend the Christmas dance with you?"

Qiu covered her mouth in disbelief, "You, haven't you been chasing Dragur? Why didn't you invite her?"

Mo Wen shrugged, "I want to get her, but it is natural that the meaningful thing like Christmas dance is to be with my favorite person. Beautiful Qiu, are you willing to be my dance partner?"

Mo Wen stretched out his hand again.

"I, I do, I do......" Qiu suddenly threw herself into Mo Wen's arms and sobbed in a low voice.
Chapter completed!