DNF Meets Harry Potter

Furong looked a little regretful, but she didn't force it, she just curled her lips and turned away naturally.

Naiyali glanced at Furong's back provocatively. How could she be a vixen, a man who dared to seduce his old lady? A mere mixed-race Veela, who didn't even look in the mirror to see if she was worthy...

Hermione, who returned to the Gryffindor long table, felt a little lost. She lay on the table and sighed softly, not knowing why she felt so uncomfortable.

Is it because Nayari stopped herself? Or is there a deeper reason...

"Let's go!" Naiyali stepped forward to hold Carl's hand, and the crowd kept pushing away and the girls who wanted to invite Carl to the dance.

Her eyes are cold, like an unattainable queen, and there is a bright purple light shining faintly in her clenched fist.

——That is the dark level power inherited from the birth of the universe and the beginning of creation.

"Don't come here!!!

Dimension · Domain of Nothingness! "

"Do you dare to do tricks even if you have a small skill? Don't forget who you inherited your dimensional magic from!"

Like a snake entwining the world, the gigantic whip tears apart the nothingness that exists and does not exist.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

In the empty classroom, someone cried out in pain.

This is a special afternoon...

...

Harry looked up the method to open the golden egg in the library with some melancholy. Just as he opened a thick magic book, a blushing girl walked up holding the hem of her clothes, and shyly put down a big red egg. Envelopes with hearts drawn on them.

It was rare for Ron to guess the future development correctly, and this was already the fourth one.

Ever since Professor McGonagall had announced the Yule Ball and he had left the Great Hall, a curly-haired third-year Hufflepuff girl had come to invite him to the ball.

But this one, Harry, had never spoken to her before, so he had surprised himself by rejecting her without even thinking about it.

Because of this girl, Harry had to endure the double ridicule of Seamus and Ron in the history of magic.

On the third day, two more girls came to ask him, one in the second grade and one in the fifth grade, which he felt very honored, and then turned them down again.

"She's pretty good-looking." George leaned over to look at the bright red invitation letter, covered his stomach and laughed loudly, "Why don't you try to accept her?"

"She's a foot taller than me!" Harry punched him with a displeased face, and he looked a little discouraged. "Just imagine what it's like when I dance with her! It's a nightmare !"

"They only wanted to go to the ball with Harry because he was famous! Fleur invited him because Carl was number one!"

Hermione sat down next to him and produced a piece of parchment - she still had a Potions paper to finish.

"What about you? You like him and that's why you want him to invite you, right?" Fred looked at her playfully. He has known Hermione for so long, and he has already figured out the details of her character. "And shouldn't you be teaching him how to dance now?"

click...

That was the sound of a quill breaking.

"This has nothing to do with you!" Hermione gave him a cold look. She got a little annoyed, picked up a few magic books on the table, and disappeared from his sight in two or three steps.

"It's not like her..." George turned the pages of the book with emotion, "Isn't she always so direct, she must do what she decides? It's really confusing..."

"You..." Harry looked at the twins with dissatisfaction, "She might be angry!"

"I'm helping her!" Fred looked innocent, "Sometimes all it takes is a little courage and the final result will be completely different...

The longer the delay, the lower the success rate. Although I don’t know why Karl refused even Furong, but he doesn’t seem to know too many girls, so I think he may be waiting for someone..."

"When did you two become so understanding?" Harry spread his hands and said speechlessly.

"You'll know when you find a dance partner!" George and Fred said in unison, "Do you need us to help you with advice? Our Mr. Warrior!"

Harry looked hesitant. He didn't know if he should tell them that he wanted to invite Cho Chang to the ball. What if the two of them screwed up instead?

One thing he was sure of, though, was that if he said it they would both scream. That would be too bad!

"It's so difficult!" Harry sighed. He thought this might be the worst Christmas since he entered Hogwarts, right?

"At least you still have a choice, and I have no choice at all!"

Just as Harry was in a daze, a voice of gnashing of teeth rang in his ears, and then he felt a pat on the shoulder.

Harry turned away, a look of astonishment on his face.

"What's the matter with you?" Harry suppressed a smile, his face was blushing, but finally he couldn't hold back his laughter.

George and Fred, who were chatting around a few Gryffindors, rushed to the scene to laugh at the first time.

"Hehehe~..." Fred covered his mouth and tried not to let his laughing loudly affect others, "The new look is not bad! How did you do it?"

"Then do you need me to make one for you?" Carl, who was beaten up by Nayali, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, cracked his knuckles, and smiled kindly: "Soon, soon Yes, you will be the most beautiful boys at the dance, and everyone will cheer for you..."

"There's no need for this, you are a warrior, the best player in the game can only be you..." Fred quickly waved his hands and refused, he couldn't bear it.

"So what's wrong with you, how did you make it like this?" Harry looked weird, obviously trying to suppress his smile.

"Would you believe me when I said that I accidentally fell while walking?" Karl pulled a chair and sat down, his eyes a little confused.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he really couldn't beat Nayari!

Sure enough, the main C is still the main C! That magic control alone has already made him far behind.

The magic of the deviant department is really weird, and all kinds of tricks emerge one after another, and the result is that he was beaten up, what a miserable word...

"Wait, you just said you didn't have a choice..." Harry, who had laughed, suddenly grasped the key point, "Have you found a dance partner? Who is she?!"

"Who else do you think?" Carl asked with a look of displeasure, "She can't tolerate other girls going to the dance with me..."