A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

In the common room, Sniff Warren received special treatment.

After sending off the crowds of people who came to watch the fun, Harry and the others took their old seats in the corner. Ron and Hermione were embarrassed to talk because Warren saw the shameful side. Harry thought about it, but he still felt that it would be easier to talk to Warren.

"Want some candy?" he asked.

Warren shook his head, and he took a box of crackling cards from his pocket, looking at them with dark eyes. That means, is there a poker player?

Hermione, who had been silent for a while, laughed, "Warren, have you learned this yet?"

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

He opened the box, and quickly built the foundation of a castle with explosive cards. "Next is the second floor, keep stacking up. At this time, your hand must be steady... oh..." Ron's face elongated, because The second floor of the castle was already starting to sparkle.

Warren jumped from the table deftly, jumped into Hermione's arms, and turned his head to stare at the two-story simple castle.

"boom!"

Ron's card castle exploded, and a cloud of fire and black smoke rose from the table, and Warren watched with interest.

Harry and Hermione wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. Ron wiped his dirty face with his sleeve and said bitterly, "It's actually quite exciting, isn't it? I recommend you play with the professor, alone. One, there must be a hit in the end. Trust me, I'm on your side!" He vowed to Warren.

"Oh, that's right," Hermione said suddenly, and she lifted the sniff to her eyes. "Warren, do you know that hourglass that you gave to Harry?" She handed it to Harry. a look.

Harry understood, took a grey hourglass out of his pocket and held it in front of it, "That's it. I heard Hermione say, uh, she only heard Professor Hepp mention it once, you grabbed it in the middle of the night. Gringotts Goblin's gem, and then ordered by the professor to return it..."

Sniffing stared at the hourglass for a long time, it had no impression, this kind of thing was not very attractive to it, what was the situation at that time?

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at Sniffler's gestures and guessed, and almost figured out the whole thing.

"So, you returned all the gems, but somehow you left the hourglass behind... and didn't take it seriously when you counted the treasures later," Hermione concluded.

Sniff nodded and continued to gesture.

"You have too many babies... I didn't pay attention to the hourglass." Hermione said a little sternly, and Warren nodded sharply, yes, that's it. Ron on the side stared wide-eyed, staring at Sniff's pocket, "How much stuff are you hiding, I can see—"

Warren turned his head away immediately.

"—Well, I see what you mean," said Ron.

At this time, Ginny came over and sat next to Hermione, "Yo, little Warren, it's you..." Hermione was grooming it, Ginny teased and asked in a casual tone: " Have you thought about it, do you take the initiative to invite a dance partner, or wait for others to invite you? It's not the last thing left."

Harry and Ron on the side stared wide-eyed, they were worried about this. Yesterday in their Transfiguration class on Friday, they finished their homework ahead of schedule - turning guinea fowls into guinea pigs, and decided to play a duel game. Harry and Ron held two fake wands, Ron a tinned parrot in his hand, and Harry a rubber haddock in his hand, and the two competed swordsmanship in the back row of the classroom.

Hermione looked at them irritably. She was sorting out her transformation notes. "Gentlemen, can't you do something for your age?"

"You see, we're practicing swordsmanship, imitating the First Dean, Godric Gryffindor." Ron defended his childish behavior while attacking while Harry wasn't paying attention.

"Well, 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 power to the weapon, greatly improving the sharpness and toughness of the weapon, just like curing the effect of the cutting spell, of course, it is even better. When Gryffindor holds a goblin With a sword, you can easily cut through the dragon's skin," Hermione explained, finishing the last part of her notes.

At this time, Professor McGonagall came over and looked at the tin-plated parrot that Ron was carrying-Harry's rubber haddock head was interrupted, she pursed her lips and said nothing.

Immediately, she turned around and walked to the podium, announcing the news of the Christmas ball to everyone.

"Prom is only open to fourth-year students and above, if you're going to, um... loosen your hair and relax," Professor McGonagall said after a pause, "you'll have to find yourself a dance partner... Of course, It's okay to invite students from the lower grades..."

Lavender Brown let out a harsh smirk, but she was not alone, Parvati Patil nudged her hard, and they both turned to look at Harry. In fact, more than half of the girls in the class were looking at him at this time, and Harry had never felt such a fiery gaze.

After the course, Professor McGonagall left Harry, Hermione and Ron with a surprising news.

"You should know." McGonagall said dryly.

Harry looked suspiciously at Hermione nodding rightly, he looked at Ron again, Ron also looked confused, Harry thought that Professor McGonagall had left them for his headless rubber black thread Cod, but now it seems his understanding is wrong.

"Potter, warriors have their mates—" Professor McGonagall said.

"Companion—what!" Harry gasped, interrupting her.

"Mate, partner, whatever you want," McGonagall said, noticing Harry's blushing and a smile of understanding. "Yeah, traditionally, the ball is held by warriors and their partners."

Harry was still stunned, he wanted to make a happy expression, because Professor McGonagall obviously believed that this was a privilege and honor belonging to a warrior, but he only imagined the funny picture of himself wearing a top hat and a tuxedo, Can't wait to throw this honor away.

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

When they came out of the classroom, Harry and Ron were a little listless, which made them not aware of Hermione, who was also shy.

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

As they made their way to the auditorium, Ron said bitterly, "You're actually okay, Harry, you've always been popular, the girls can't wait for you to invite them, maybe... someone else offered to invite you. It's much harder for me, and, did you hear what Professor McGonagall said? Everyone has to wear dress robes... Damn, I have that grandmother embroidered dress..."

In fact, Ron's words made a lot of sense, and Harry was indeed more popular than he thought. Just the next day -- this morning, while he and Ron were having breakfast in the Great Hall, a curly-haired third-year Hufflepuff girl invited Harry to the Christmas ball, and he hadn't even been with her before. have spoken.

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

Harry let out a chuckle and stuffed pumpkin porridge into his mouth when the girl came up to him and invited him.

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

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

Afterwards, Hermione, who hurried downstairs, took them to Ilvermorny's station and ran, "We're thinking about a dance partner, Hermione!" Ron complained at the time, but Hermione thought there was still a long way to go before the Christmas ball. After half a month's excuse to dismiss his excuses, Harry and Ron both wanted to escape, so they followed Hermione - until they squatted two hours before Ilvermorny's station in extreme boredom.

If you ask him now, Harry can't say which is more scary to challenge the fire dragon, invite a dance partner, or squat in the ice and snow for two hours, but the scary thing is, it's night now, and he's ready to take a shower and sleep after receiving Sniff Warren. Now, Ginny's question suddenly brought him back to reality.

...

When he tossed and turned in bed at night and couldn't fall asleep, Ginny's words to Hermione still echoed in his mind: "Have you made up your mind, do you want to invite a dance partner or wait for someone else to invite you? Come down."

He originally had a name in his mind, but he knew that it was just his own wild thoughts, but a secret thought told him, in case, in case Cedric didn't invite Qiu, that Collins was also pretty, wasn't he?

But now, he's not too sure.

I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival~

PS: The Magical Sharp Blade mentioned in this chapter is a contribution from "Ravenclaw-Selvinta-Seris" in the book group, with a slight adjustment.