DNF Meets Harry Potter

Chapter 509 If Naiyali dares to agree, you will die (indifferent)

"Howling!" Carl slapped Harry on the head, raised his eyebrows and said impatiently, "Hermione can dance, we can ask her for help!"

Isn't it just a little dance party? Is it really possible to give him?

As long as the thinking is not slippery, there are always more solutions than difficulties. No, he had already asked Hermione in the name of foresight.

"That's it..." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, but he became more worried in an instant, "But how to solve the problem of the partner..."

"If you want to please a girl, you can only rely on yourself..." Carl tilted his head, and a bold idea suddenly appeared in his heart, "If you really can't find a dance partner, you can also find a boy who also can't find a dance partner Make do with one night.

Compound decoction, there are many ways to make up! "

"What kind of bad idea are you talking about!" Harry smoothed his hair impatiently, wishing to punch him. If this kind of thing was found out, Professor McGonagall would probably be the first to kill him.

"Then there's nothing I can do!" Carl shrugged. He's not an emotional mentor, so how could he have the ability to guide Harry.

The two chatted and walked into the auditorium. The atmosphere today is much more active than yesterday. It seems that the deans should have told the news of the Christmas ball to the little wizards in their colleges, so that they could prepare to invite their dance partners in advance.

When the two of them just entered the auditorium, they immediately attracted everyone's attention. Everyone was discussing something in a low voice and sneaked a glance at them from time to time.

Harry found a seat with some headaches. He never imagined that so many people would sign up to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas.

He had always stayed at school for Christmas, when there were so few people, Dumbledore would often gather all the little wizards who stayed at school under one table to spend that night...

But this year, it seemed like everyone from the fourth year onwards had stayed, and Harry felt they were bothered by the prom too - although theirs might not be the same as his, at least, most of the girls were.

Hers were giggling and whispering incessantly in the corridors; there were girls who screeched past every time a boy passed them; what clothes to wear...

"Don't think too much, Harry!" Ron patted Harry on the shoulder and stared at him enviously. They had settled down since the first match.

"You must know that you are a Hogwarts warrior, and you will definitely receive many invitations just by standing there!"

Hermione glanced at him, seeing how worried he was staring at those girls, she naturally knew what was going on in his mind, and then calmly comforted her.

"That's right! That's right! You know, when you compete, there are many girls screaming and cheering for you!" Ron added with a bit of inarticulateness, taking a bite of the chicken leg in his hand.

"If you don't believe me, take a look at Karl! It is estimated that this situation will happen to you soon!

You know he can't dance just like you! Hermione pointed to Carl who was almost overwhelmed by a large number of girls on the other side, her tone seemed a little strange.

Ron suggested: "It would be even better if you have someone to invite, she will definitely not refuse you! Have you figured out who to invite?"

Harry didn't answer, looking very worried.

Of course he knew exactly who he wanted to invite, but working up the courage to go was another matter...

——Cho Zhang of Ravenclaw, one year older than him, very beautiful, and a very good Quidditch player, and she is very popular and popular, Harry has long been fond of her felt it.

Ron seemed to know what Harry was thinking, he stopped what he was doing, stared at him intently and encouraged again:

"Listen, you won't have any trouble. You're a Hogwarts champion, you've defeated a fierce dragon, and this dance is because of you. I bet they'll be waiting in line for you Invited!"

...

Hermione and Ron were constantly consoling Harry, while Carl was on the contrary. The girls' eyes from time to time made him feel uncomfortable.

Those who were more courageous even found him and bluntly wanted him to be a dance partner.

"Sorry, I already have a dance partner!" Carl took a sip of water and once again rejected a little witch from the sixth grade who came to invite him. In such a short time, this is already the sixth!

"You are really welcome!" Nayali held a silver table knife and shook it under the bright candlelight. The reflected knife light made Karl's eyes hurt, and her beautiful face showed A playful smile.

"Where!" Carl shook his head like a rattle, and immediately explained: "This is all their wishful thinking, and it's none of my business! I never promised them!"

"I understand this. After all, I'm not a devil..." Naiyali poured him a cup of black tea slowly, and then drank what was in her own cup.

But you used to be the incarnation of Naia, the existence that controls a part of the power of rules and takes the destruction of civilization as the highest joy, which is much more terrifying than the devil. Even Beelzebub and Lucifer are ants compared to you. They can only deceive people. If you deceive people, you will become a civilization or even a plane...

Karl complained silently in his heart but didn't dare to say it directly, otherwise he knew he would be beaten to death by her. Just when he was about to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere between the two of them...

A clear clanging sound entered his ears...

It was the sound of the silver table knife that was originally held in her hand being broken from the middle with her fingers.

"However, remember, if you dare to promise, you will die!"

Naiyali looked at the table knife that she had broken in two, and glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, a black flame seemed to ignite in her palm.

Soon, the solid silver turned into liquid, flowing silver, shining and shining in the air.

She gently closed her palms, and when she opened them again, an intact and full-time table knife appeared in her palm, and the sharp end was still shining with dazzling light.

"Today's sardines are not bad!" As if nothing happened, the breezy smile returned to her face again, and she also made a comment and picked some food for him.

"Why are you looking at me like this? Don't you want to try it?" Nayali's eyes seemed to flicker.

"Don't do this? I'm so scared when you're like this..." Carl swallowed hard, the sardine on the plate was still staring at him, the protruding eyes made Carl unconsciously think of Ins The Deep Diver of Mouth.