Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In the past, students who registered to stay in the school during the Christmas season were always a very small part because everyone wanted to go home and enjoy the festive atmosphere with their families.

Ok, in fact, I want to let go of it, because there is always such a sense of restraint in Hogwarts.

But Harry always stays in school for Christmas, because if he doesn’t, he will have to go back to the women’s road. He doesn’t want to face the aunt who doesn’t like him.

This year is different, and all the students above Fourth Year seem to stay!

In Harry’s opinion, they are all obsessed with the upcoming ball 鈥?at least for all girls.

Suddenly he was surprised to find that Hogwarts had accommodated so many girls, which he had never noticed before.

The girls were laughing and whispering in the hallway. The girls screamed when the boys passed by. The girls exchanged opinions excitedly about what clothes to wear on Christmas evening…

鈥淲hy are they all in groups?鈥?Harry asked Ron鈥攖here were ten girls walking by, and they looked at Harry and secretly smirked. 鈥淗ow can you wait until they are alone? Grab a request?”

鈥淪leeping one with a rope sleeve?鈥?Ron suggested. 鈥淗ave you thought about who you are asking?鈥?/p>

Harry did not answer. He knows who he is willing to ask, but whether he can take courage is something else… Autumn Zhang is taller than him. He is very beautiful. He is also a very good Quiddich player. Her popularity is also very good. it is good.

Ron seemed to see through Harry’s heart.

“Listen, you won’t have any trouble. You are a champion. You just killed the mad dragon, I dare say – they will line up to dance with you!”

Ron has a strong bitter taste in his voice.

Probably because of Marx’s call, Ron has finally let go of his own repression.

At first he was not very comfortable, because it would undoubtedly reveal his own inferiority. Gradually, he himself discovered the benefits of doing this: he slowly became more daring to do something that he would never dare to do in the past.

“Courage to invite, Harry!” He patted his good friend’s shoulder and whispered, “I might even be smeared!”

Harry was surprised to find that Ron’s judgment proved to be very correct.

Just the next day, a girl from Hufflepuff house Third Year, Harry had never spoken to her before, and invited Harry to join her for the dance.

Harry was so surprised that he refused even if he didn’t even think about it.

Probably his words were too direct, the girl walked away, a hurtful look.

Throughout the A History of Magic class, Harry had to endure the sarcasm and ridicule of Dean and Seamus for the girl, and Ron, who has always been one of them, didn’t fit in this time.

“Marx is right. I used to bury my thoughts on my own thoughts, too much to ignore the feelings of others.” Ron looked at Dean and Seamus, staring hard at the eyebrows. “If the female child hears them, what? a joke myself, it will definitely be very uncomfortable…but she will think about it specifically…”

Ron’s transformation is obvious, although he still doesn’t quite understand how to “transpose”, but one day, this change will bring him unexpected benefits.

The next day, two more girls came to invite Harry. One is Second Year, and one is – Harry was horrified to discover that she turned out to be Fifth Year!

Look at her like that, it seems that if Harry dares to refuse, she will immediately stun him.

“She looks pretty.” Ron smiled enough, just and honestly, “and the character is very similar to the former Hufflepuff beauty Werther, isn’t it?”

“She is a foot taller than me!” Harry was shocked. “Imagine, I dance with her…that doesn’t make a foreign appearance!”

Harry often remembers Hermione talking about Marx: “They like him, just because he is famous!”

Harry was very skeptical that if he was not a school champion, would the girls who invited him to be a dancer still be willing to go to the ball with him.

Then he asked himself, if Qiu Zhang invited him, would he still consider this question?

“Wait!” Because of his own mood at this time, Harry suddenly seemed to understand something. “Don’t you say, Hermione, she… I like Marx!”

“You just got to know it?” Ron sighed with a depressed face.

“But – oh–” Harry’s eyes and mouth were all maximal, and even the nostrils expanded because of surprise. “Merlin’s pants… No, I mean, Merlin’s beard! This…”

Ron thinks that he can say anything now, but it is this thing, he really doesn’t want to mention it at all.

“Don’t think about it, smash it in your heart!” His tone was a bit frustrating. It was like saying to Harry, and he was saying to himself.

“Well…” Harry folded his mouth and looked complicated. “I think… well! No matter what they are, we are still the best friends.”

“Yeah, that’s it…” Ron whispered.

Harry’s partner is undecided – believe me, he is not so easy to find his companion! But this time, Marx is also hesitant about his partner.

As far as he knows, Luna has always been less interested in dancing. Compared to this, letting her wear a puppet and screaming at the side may be more attractive to her.

But who else can he invite besides Luna?

“Wynie?”

He just came up with this idea, but he annihilated it in a blink of an eye.

鈥淏reaked by two faces?鈥?Marx shook his head immediately. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 too beautiful, forget it…鈥?/p>

But this is the case, it seems that there is only…

This is the last week of the semester, and the school is bustling and noisy day by day.

People are rumored to be talking about Christmas balls, most of which are hard to believe – for example, Dumbledore bought 800 barrels of flavored mead from Rosmerta at Three Broomsticks Inn.

However, everyone is always happy with these rumors. Who cares if it is true? Being able to talk about these interesting topics is enough.

But there is a message that sounds like this: Dumbledore seems to have booked The Weird Sisters to Hogwarts for a concert.

The young wizards who listened to wwn (wizard radio) from an early age were extremely excited because The Weird Sisters was indeed the most popular wizard band in the years.

鈥淭he Weird Sisters, that鈥檚 cool!鈥?/p>

Some of the teachers, such as the small Flitwick professor, saw that the students were obviously absent-minded and simply stopped teaching.

He allowed them to play in his class on Wednesday, and he spent most of his time talking to Harry and Hermione about the two wonderful Accio spells they used in the first task of the Triwizard Tournament.

But other Teachers didn’t talk so well.

For example, the focus of Professor Binns is that there is nothing to transfer, and he continues to struggle with his pile of Goblin rebellious notes.

The students speculated that since Professor Binns did not let his death stop him from continuing to teach, small things like Christmas could not be distracting.

It’s strange to say that even if Professor Binns can always make the bloody and thrilling Goblin rebellion as boring as Percy’s cauldron report, one person will often come in and listen carefully.

That person is Marx. He can be interested in other classes, but every time he has time, he will go to the A History of Magic class to listen carefully for a while.

It is only in general that he will only sneak into the back and not alarm anyone. In the sleepy A History of Magic class, few people really noticed that he was.

Professor McGonagall and Moody don’t let the students idle, they always talk about the last second before class.

Not to mention Snape, he would rather adopt Harry as a son than to let the students play in class.

His eyes gloomy looked at the class’s student and told them that he would test their detoxification potion in the last class of the semester.

“He’s really bad,” Ron said innocently in Gryffindor’s common room that night. “Test us on the last day. Use a lot of homework to destroy the last bit of the semester.”

“Well… actually you didn’t work too hard, didn’t you?” Hermione looked up and looked at Ron from a pile of messy books.

At this moment, Ron was busy using his smashing bang to build a castle! When he heard Hermione suddenly talk, he shook his hand and took half of the castle and shook it. Then he exploded.

“Oh–” Ron wiped his blackened face and whispered, “I have worked hard recently.”

“This is Christmas, Hermione.” Harry said lazily. He was sitting in an armchair by the fire and was reading “Flying with the Cannons” that he had read nine times.

Hermione looked at him with a serious look.

鈥淗arry, I think you will do something more creative even if you don鈥檛 want to learn detoxification potion!鈥?/p>

“What?” Harry asked as he watched the artillery team’s Joey Jenkins slamming a bludger to a chaser in the Bariburg Bats.

“Your nephew!” Hermione whispered, biting her teeth. “This is important, isn’t it?”

“Well, Hermione, we can rest to 2 Month 24 Day -“

His attention was placed on the book in front of him, and he said carelessly and confessed without paying attention.

“And, have you invited Marx? I don’t think Marx will reject you…”

When he had just finished speaking, he suddenly realized that it was wrong, but the words had been exported, but it was obviously not received.

“I won’t invite him.”

Hermione’s unusual calmness made Harry feel a little creepy.