DNF Meets Harry Potter

"I hope so!" Professor McGonagall nodded at them and then returned to the podium to check the classwork handed in by the students.

Not long after, the get out of class bell rang on time.

She stood up from the chair and patted the table, her stern gaze swept over every young wizard present, and the classroom that was a little noisy due to excitement suddenly fell silent.

"Here, let me mention one more point. You must wear a dress to participate in the ball." Professor McGonagall watched them and continued, "The ball will start at eight o'clock in the evening on Christmas Day and end at midnight, and it will be held in the auditorium...

This will be a good opportunity, you will take the O.W.L exam next year, and there are not many such opportunities in the remaining time..."

When it came to the O.W.L exam, the excited and ecstatic little wizards who were sitting down couldn't laugh anymore. Except for monsters like Hermione and Carl, every little wizard was nervous about this exam.

"It seems that you have this sense of crisis, which is worthy of recognition..." Professor McGonagall was obviously satisfied with the attitude of the students, she paused and continued,

"That's not to say we're going to relax Hogwarts students' code of conduct, and I'd be very upset if a little wizard embarrassed the school in any way..."

Facing Professor McGonagall's stern gaze, the little wizards all felt great pressure. It seems that the Christmas ball can't do whatever it wants.

"Did you all understand?!" Professor McGonagall said finally, tapping on the table with his wand.

"Understood!" The neat answer echoed in the classroom.

"Very good! get out of class is over now!" Professor McGonagall nodded and announced that get out of class was over, and then stopped Carl and Harry who were about to leave, "Harry, Carl, don't leave, I still have something to tell you ..."

Harry guessed that it might be something about the two of them being distracted in class, so she didn't dare to look Professor McGonagall in the eyes, and walked to the podium with her head down.

Professor McGonagall waited until the whole class had left, took a sip of water and said, "Every warrior will be with their dance partner..."

"Partner, what partner?" Harry felt a little uncomfortable for a moment, and interrupted her with some doubts.

Professor McGonagall almost choked after hearing this sentence. She turned a button on the podium into a paper towel and wiped the water stains on the corners of her mouth, then frowned suspiciously, suddenly thinking that he was trying to be funny That's why I asked.

"It's your partner at the Yule Ball, Potter!"

Professor McGonagall looked at his thin lips coldly. Any little wizard who knew her knew that she was angry. Harry suddenly felt that he had messed up the matter again this time.

"Didn't you listen to what I said just now? I reminded you specifically!" Professor McGonagall was very angry. She felt that Harry ignored her words, or simply filtered them as spam.

Harry forced an ugly grin on his face, he knew what Professor McGonagall was talking about.

"Dance partner, this..." He replied with some stumbles, feeling his face flushed even more, "But I can't dance at all..."

"Actually, I won't either..." Carl whispered from the sidelines, he was very grateful to Harry for attracting fire for him.

"Oh, no, that's not okay!" Professor McGonagall was a little annoyed, "that's what I'm going to tell you. Balls have always been for warriors and their partners, and this is ..."

"Is tradition right?" Harry interrupted Professor McGonagall again.

He pictured himself in a tall hat and tuxedo, accompanied by a girl in a tuxedo with frills, like the one Petunia used to wear to Fernando. Farm company party like that.

Thinking of this scene, Harry suddenly felt a chill. The picture is so beautiful that I can hardly imagine it.

As for Carl, let alone, he never understood why he wore such ugly clothes to the ball. Obviously he has many different kinds of magic robes, and any one he chooses will look better than those.

"Yes, that's right, of course!" Professor McGonagall replied logically: "You are all Hogwarts warriors, and you should be representatives of the school and do what we expect you to do. So please be sure to find A dance partner."

"But—I won't—" Harry retorted again, drawn out, and Vernon and Petunia would take him to dance lessons.

"It can't be learned, is it difficult?" When he said this, Professor McGonagall felt even more confused, "You only need some simple exercises to master it, which is much easier than practicing magic Yes! Besides, the time is still long!

Hogwarts can't be without a brave man at the ball, otherwise what would you make Durstrang and Beauxbatons think of us? "

Professor McGonagall, you're saying it the wrong way...

Karl rolled his eyes, Ning would not hurt his back while standing and talking. Practicing magic is much more difficult than dancing, isn't it? !

Otherwise, there would be no such cancerous equipment of Paradise Dancer.

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"Harry, Carl! I won't say any more, because I have said all I need to say!" Professor McGonagall said in a tone that ended the conversation. "The next thing you have to do is to find a dance partner, and then have a date with me before Christmas begins." She learned a dance together.

The best is the waltz, if it doesn’t work, other things can barely replace it…”

Waltz... I who grew up only skipping radio gymnastics can waltz ass.

What about the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss? I’m familiar with this one, I’ve seen it many times and I still remember it, it’s fine to imitate, can this replace it?

Carl complained endlessly in his heart, and wanted to express these true thoughts. But if he really said it, he would have to die on the spot. The old-fashioned and old-fashioned Professor McGonagall can't tolerate sand in his eyes...

Two children who couldn't dance walked out of the Transfiguration class lonely. From then on, there were two more unhappy people in the castle.

When Professor McGonagall walked away and could no longer see him, Harry immediately began to complain with a distressed expression.

"Dancing, dancing, dancing! Another damn tradition, why do warriors have to go to the Yule Ball! I'd rather face the dragon again than this!"

Desperate howls came out of Harry's mouth continuously, which was simply his nightmare.

For Harry, who didn't know many girls besides Hermione, it was too difficult for him to invite one to the prom, and he couldn't see hope at all.

What if he worked up the courage to speak and was rejected? As long as he thought of this kind of social death scene, he would tremble all over.