In the common room, Sniff Valen enjoyed a special treatment.

After sending away groups of people coming to watch the fun, Harry and the others sat in the old seat in the corner. Because Valen saw the embarrassing side, Ron and Hermione were embarrassed to speak. Harry thought about it, but he still felt that talking to Valen was more labor-saving.

"Do you want some candy?" he asked.

Valen shook his head, and it took out a box of crackling cards from his pocket, looking at them with shiny black eyes. That means, is there anyone playing cards?

Hermione, who had been silent, laughed, "Valen, have you learned this?"

Ron also blinked his eyes and whispered in a secret tone: "I will teach you a new way of playing, my exclusive invention... It's not a traditional way of playing, nor a Bavarian way of playing, you look!"

He opened the box and quickly built the foundation of a castle with explosion cards. "The next one is the second floor, keep stacking it up. At this time, your hands must be steady... Oh..." Ron stretched his face because the second floor of the castle had already started to flash.

Valen nimblely jumped from the table, jumped into Hermione's arms, and stared back at the two simple castles.

"Bang!"

The card castle that Ron built exploded, and a ball of fire and black smoke rose from the table, and Valen watched it all with interest.

Harry and Hermione wanted to laugh but didn't dare. Ron rubbed his dirty face with his sleeves and said happily: "It's actually quite exciting, right? I recommend you to play with the professor, one by one, and there will definitely be someone who will be hit in the end. Believe me, I'll stand on your side!" He said to Valen confidently.

"Oh, by the way." Hermione said suddenly, she raised her sniffing and let her eyes look at her, "Varen, do you know that hourglass, you exchanged it for Harry?" She handed Harry a look.

Harry understood it, took out a gray hourglass from his pocket and reached it in front of him, "That's it. I heard Hermione say, uh, she actually only heard Professor Happ mention once that you snatched the gem of the Gringott Fairy in the middle of the night, and then was ordered by the professor to return it..."

I stared at the hourglass for a long time and had no impression of it. This kind of thing was not very attractive to it. What was going on at that time?

Harry, Ron and Hermione watched Sniff and gestured, and guessed, almost understood the whole story.

"So, you returned all the gems, but for some reason, you left the hourglass... Later, when you counted the treasures, you didn't take them seriously." Hermione concluded.

Sniff nodded and continued to gesture.

"You have too many babies... I didn't pay attention to this hourglass." Hermione said with some difficulty, and Valen nodded violently. Yes, that's it. Ron, who was beside him, stared at his sniffing pocket, "How many things are you hiding, I can see--"

Valen immediately turned his head away.

"—Okay, I understand what you mean," Ron said.

At this time, Ginny came over and sat next to Hermione, "Oh, little Valen, it's you..." Hermione was combing her hair. Ginny teased her and asked in a casual tone: "Have you thought about it? Should you take the initiative to invite a dance partner, or wait for someone to invite you? There is no end to it."

Harry and Ron, who were standing by, widening their eyes. They were worried about this. Yesterday, Friday's transformation class, they completed their class assignments in advance - turning the guinea fowl into a guinea pig, so they decided to play the duel game. Harry and Ron were holding two fake wands, Ron was a tinned parrot in his hand, and Harry was a rubber haddock in his hand. The two of them were competing swordsmanship in the back and forth in the back of the classroom.

Hermione looked at them with annoyance, and she was sorting out her own metamorphosis notes, "Gentlemen, can't you do something that suits your age?"

"You see, we are practicing swordsmanship, imitating the first dean, Godric Gryffindor." Ron defended his childish behavior while taking advantage of Harry's attention and attacking hard.

"Yes, then do you know Gryffindor's favorite spell?" Hermione asked lightly.

Harry and Ron stopped and looked at each other.

"Sharp Blade, this spell can add magic to the weapon, greatly improving the sharpness and toughness of the weapon, just like solidifying the effect of the cutting spell, of course, it is even better. When Gryffindor holds the fairy sword, he can easily cut the skin of the fire dragon." Hermione explained, completing the last part of the notes.

At this time, Professor McGonagall came over and looked at the tinned parrot Ron was carrying, Harry's rubber haddock head broke during the fight. She pursed her lips and said nothing.

Immediately, she turned around and walked to the podium and announced the news of the Christmas dance to everyone.

"The dance party is only open to students in the fourth grade or above. If you plan to, um... spread your hair and relax yourself," Professor McGonagall paused and said disapprovingly: "You must find a dance partner for yourself... Of course, it's okay to invite students in the lower grade..."

Ravend Brown let out a harsh smirk, but she was not alone. Parvati Pettier stabbed her hard, and both of them turned their faces to look at Harry. In fact, at this time more than half of the girls in the class were looking at Harry, and Harry had never felt such a fierce sight.

After the course, Professor McGonagall left behind Harry, Hermione and Ron, telling them a surprising news.

"You should know." McGonagall said dryly.

Harry looked at Hermione with doubt, nodding for granted. He looked at Ron again, and Ron was also confused. Harry thought Professor McGonagall left them for his headless rubber haddock, but now it seems that his understanding is wrong.

"Potter, the Warriors have their own companions-" said Professor McGonagall.

"Sister-what!" Harry took a breath and interrupted her.

"Parent, dance partner, whatever you understand," said McGonagall, noticing Harry's blushing and smiling understandingly, "Yes, by traditional convention, the dance party is danced by the Warriors and their partners."

Harry was still stunned. He wanted to make a pleasant expression because Professor McGonagall clearly believed that this was a privilege and honor belonging to the Warriors, but he just imagined the funny scene of himself wearing a top hat and a tuxedo, and couldn't wait to throw this honor out.

Maybe Ron would like it, Harry thought, but he soon realized that Ron was also one of the Warriors, and Hermione.

After coming out of the classroom, Harry and Ron were both listless, which made them not notice Hermione, who was also worried, and Professor McGonagall's last words whipped in their hearts like a whip, crackling in their hearts-

"As the most important representatives of the school, you must do what everyone expects. So, you must find yourself a dance partner."

As they walked towards the auditorium, Ron said a little bitterly: "You're actually okay, Harry, you've always been popular, the girls can't wait for you to invite them, maybe... someone will invite you on their own initiative. It's a lot harder for me, and, have you heard Professor McGonagall? Everyone must wear dresses... Damn, I have such a grandmother embroidered skirt..."

In fact, Ron's words make sense, and Harry is indeed more popular than he thought. Just the next day—that is, this morning, while he and Ron were having breakfast in the auditorium, a third-year curly hair girl from Hufflepuff Academy invited Harry to the Christmas ball, and he hadn't even spoken to her before.

The scene was a bit awkward. He was discussing the dance partner with Ron, and they were all worried about it. Ron even pessimistically proposed to use the confinement spell to get back one, "Don't use the most powerful spell." Ron said with deep emotion.

Harry let out a hissing laugh while stuffing pumpkin porridge into his mouth. At this time, the girl came over and invited him.

"Oh, uh, what did you say... Sorry, I haven't thought about it yet." Harry looked at her in surprise. Because it was too sudden, he refused without thinking.

The girl walked away with a hurtful expression on her face.

Afterwards, Hermione, who had hurry downstairs, pulled them to Ifamoni's station, "We are thinking about the dance companion, Hermione!" Ron complained at the time, but Hermione sent him off on the excuse of being half a month away from the Christmas ball. Harry and Ron both wanted to escape, so they followed Hermione - until they were extremely bored and squatted in front of Ifamoni's station for two hours.

If you ask him now, Harry can't say which is more terrifying, challenging the fire dragon, inviting a dance partner, or squatting in the snow for two hours, but what's scary is that it's all night now, and he's ready to take a shower and go to bed after receiving Valen. Ginny's question suddenly brings him back to reality.

...

When he was lying in bed toss and turns and couldn't sleep at night, his mind was still echoing in his mind: "Have you thought about it? Should you take the initiative to invite a dance partner, or wait for someone to invite you? There is no end to it."

He originally had a name in his mind, but he knew it was just his random thoughts, but a secret thought told him, what if Cedric didn't invite Qiu, that Collins was also pretty, right?
Chapter completed!