DNF Meets Harry Potter

Chapter 516 No need to thank Karl, this is what I should do

"Hermione, who is your dance partner?" Carl greeted Hermione with a smile.

"Hmm...I'm not going to the Christmas ball..." Hermione looked at him, smiling a bit forcedly.

"Why?!" Before Carl could ask further, Ron exclaimed, "Why didn't you participate all of a sudden?"

"Next year will be O.W.L. I have to prepare well!" Hermione shook her head, as if she really didn't have that plan. "Anyway, Professor McGonagall didn't ask me to attend."

Why not? Isn't it because she rejected all the people who came to invite her because she was waiting for someone's invitation...

Harry wanted to say something but was silent in the end, although he knew the real reason.

"It's just an O.W.L, isn't it?" Carl was a little puzzled. Let alone next year's O.W.L with Hermione's level, even if he directly participated in the N.E.W.T.s, he would be the best among them.

"That's right! If you can't even win the O.W.L at your level, then Harry and I don't have to struggle at all!"

Ron also continued to persuade, he thought for a while and then added:

"Christmas activities are only for that day, you can't even spare this time, can you?"

"Of course not! But I didn't plan to participate, so naturally I don't have a dance partner!" Hermione glanced at Ron and wondered why he was so busy today.

"That's such a pity!" Carl shook his head lightly, Hermione could indeed do such a thing.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Ron frantically winked at Harry.

"Ron, what's the matter with you?" Harry looked at him and asked in a daze, the corners of his eyes twitched, and those who didn't know thought he had epilepsy.

"No...it's nothing~..." Ron laughed dryly, scolding Harry for being so clever at ordinary times, why he's like a log now, he didn't even understand this hint.

"It's fine." Harry suddenly felt that he was a little strange today, but he didn't think about it carefully. What he had to think about now was how to find a dance partner.

If the other three warriors brought their dance partners to the stage to start the dance tomorrow, and he was the only one, he couldn't imagine how ugly Professor McGonagall's face would be.

...

Hogwarts at the end of December was bone-chillingly cold. After dinner, Karl chatted with them for a while before planning to go back.

"I don't know what I'm going to get for Christmas this year..."

Carl changed into pajamas and lay on the bed looking at the starry night sky outside the window, looking forward to tomorrow's Christmas.

When he just opened his dim sleepy eyes in the morning, he was immediately attracted by a large pile of colorful gifts under the Christmas tree.

He raised his hand, and the pile of gifts that belonged to him flew up and landed on the bed one by one.

"Unexpectedly, there is a gift from Furong, this is... a box of wine chocolates?

Zizi honey candy... oh, it must be Dumbledore! "

Unwrapping presents is obviously a joyous time, and has a certain mystery because you never know what's next.

But obviously they still understand Carl's preferences. About two-thirds of the various boxes are all kinds of candy, and the remaining one-third are some handicraft pendants and the like. Among them are the wind chimes made by Hermione herself, and the hollow crystal ball given by Lily.

The things that the old bat Snape sent were very spiritual. He sent a bottle of poison directly, and specially marked that it was specially prepared for Carl, and hoped that he would be able to drink it without knowing it one day.

Carl put this special Christmas gift at the bottom of the inventory with a blank expression, feeling that he was losing money again this time, he gave Snape a bottle of expensive shampoo for Christmas this time!

In exchange for this, is that all? ! Sure enough, the old bat is a real dog...

Carl packed up a lot of gifts and walked out of the dormitory. It was snowing outside and the air was extremely cold, but this did not affect the enthusiasm of the little wizards for this special day in the slightest.

They wrapped their robes tightly and wore bright red Santa hats, and they walked through the corridor in twos and threes, discussing the dance tonight.

Naiyali was walking towards Karl, the cold winter didn't seem to affect her at all, just a purple dress was all the clothes she was wearing.

"Are you ready?" Niyali skillfully took Carl's hand and walked to the auditorium with him.

"Of course!" Karl nodded with a smile, and agreed with all his heart, but in fact he didn't prepare anything... It's just a dance, is there anything else he needs to prepare?

"But I'm not ready yet... You may have to wait at night... but I don't think it will be too long...

Just put on makeup, take a shower, do your hair, get a manicure, and choose a perfect dress, it shouldn't take long..."

Naiyali snapped her fingers, planning one by one like a few treasures. But what she didn't notice was that every time she said something, Carl's face became ugly.

"Then I have to remind you, the dance will start on time at eight o'clock in the evening, we can't be late..." Carl pulled a far-fetched smile from the corner of his mouth, what could he expect? One can only hope that Naiyali can keep the time in mind while dressing up.

"Eight o'clock... that's it. Time is a bit tight!" Naiyali frowned, she was not very satisfied with this time, "Then I may not be able to accompany you this afternoon..."

"Then try your best, as long as you're happy..." Carl said helplessly, he once again experienced the horror of Niyali.

The Christmas auditorium was decorated extremely gorgeously. The hundreds of candles hanging from the ceiling disappeared without a trace, replaced by clusters of flowers blooming like flames. For the little wizards who welcome Christmas.

Because the dance will not be officially held until the evening, they are still wearing school uniforms at the moment. Taking advantage of the breakfast time, everyone was discussing what kind of event will happen tonight.

Hermione looked at the little witches who were discussing how she agreed to the boys' invitation to attend the ball, and her mood was extremely complicated for a moment.

Happiness is theirs, she has nothing.

Hermione sighed, stopped looking at the excited little witches, and turned her eyes back to the few magic books on the table.

Hermione cheered herself up in her heart, since she made up her mind to work hard during the Christmas holiday, she must do it!

...

The time soon came to three o'clock in the afternoon. Naiyali, who was drinking afternoon tea with Karl, glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and put away everything after her expression changed.

Without any precautions, Carl's hand that was about to take another biscuit froze in mid-air, and his eyes widened when he looked at the empty table.

"It's almost time, I have to get ready for the dance." Naiyali gracefully took out a handkerchief and wiped the remaining black tea at the corner of her mouth, then pointed to the wall clock on the wall.

"But... it's only three o'clock! It's still early until eight o'clock!" Carl glanced at the wall clock she was pointing at, his eyes almost popping out.

He has always been unafraid to speculate on Niyari with the worst intentions, but he didn't expect it, and he didn't expect it to be so cruel.

"You have to prepare for five hours?!" Carl shook his head, and confirmed to Niyali again.

"Why do you think I don't finish until eight o'clock?" Naiyali replied angrily, "Can't I spare a little time before the dance starts?"

"I think if it's you, it's really impossible!" Hearing this, Karl replied very seriously.

"If you don't believe me, then I can't help it!" Naiyali smiled happily, "Anyway, I'm going to start preparing now...

Give me some time, I'll be ready soon..."

After saying that, her figure quickly faded away like a puff of smoke, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Looking at the reclining chair that was still shaking in front of him, Karl shook his head helplessly, he sighed and walked out of the room alone.

There were still hours before the dance, and he had to find some fun to pass the time.

...

Hermione hugged her book to avoid those little wizards who formed a team in twos. For some reason, she suddenly felt extremely sad.

All this was naturally seen by Harry. He hesitated whether he should try to invite her, but he didn't have the courage to say so.

He understood that Hermione had always been a proud girl. How embarrassing it would be if he was rejected again!

Harry couldn't help but feel hot when he thought of the scene where he tried to invite Qiu Zhang and was greeted with an awkward but polite smile and a nice card.

But he also understands Qiu Zhang's feelings. After all, the two of them are not very familiar with each other, and they don't have much friendship with each other-just like he rejected those fanatical admirers before, and there were even sixth and seventh graders among them. The little witch who is about to graduate...

"If you don't try, how will you know whether she will reject you?"

A slightly laughing voice sounded behind Harry, Harry turned around, Carl was putting a piece of chocolate into his mouth, it was Fleur's Christmas gift to him today, although he didn't know why she gave it to him Chocolate, but this does not prevent him from eliminating these high-end goods imported from France.

"Would you like a piece of chocolate? It tastes pretty good..." Carl broke off a piece of chocolate and handed Harry a piece of chocolate with a smile, without saying a word about the suggestion just now.

"Stop messing around, Carl!" Harry waved his hands helplessly, indicating that he was bored now and didn't want to eat chocolate.

Seeing his appearance, Karl couldn't help shaking his head in disappointment, he deserves to be single all his life if he is still like this,

"If you invite her, maybe she will agree!" Carl pulled Harry and he sat down and pouted at him, telling him to try.

"But..." Harry hesitated, looking extremely nervous.

"Try it and you won't lose a piece of meat. You know her so well anyway, so it won't matter if you get rejected!" Carl sighed and said earnestly.

He didn't understand what Harry was afraid of.

"There are still three hours before the dance. If you can't find a dance partner within this time, Professor McGonagall may not be so easy to talk to. Karkaroff will definitely make a fuss about it..."

After saying this last sentence, Carl didn't have much to say. Anyway, he already had a dance partner, and it didn't matter to him if Harry really couldn't say that.

Maybe it was his last words that made a difference, Harry took a deep breath, his eyes gradually became firm. He slowly got up from his chair and walked towards Hermione, finally deciding to try again.

"Hermione!" Harry looked at Hermione, who was immersed in the book world, a little at a loss, he gritted his teeth and finally mustered up the courage to call out her name.

"What's the matter, Harry? Why are you making no sound when you walk? You scared me to death!" Caught off guard, Hermione was startled by Harry, she could only feel her heart beating violently.

"Yeah... sorry..." Harry apologized softly to her, blushing like a ripe apple.

"By the way, why is your face so red? Do you have a fever? It's too bad, you have to attend the ball as a warrior tonight!

We need to find Madam Pomfrey quickly! Hope she's still in the infirmary now! "

Hermione put down the spellbook in her hand, and soon realized that something was wrong with Harry. But she didn't think much about it, she just thought he was sick. Hurry up and pull him to find Madam Pomfrey.

"No...I didn't..." Harry shook his head, feeling even more nervous when he thought about what he was going to say next.

"Then what's wrong with you?" Hermione asked with some doubts, and Harry in front of him revealed weirdness everywhere.

"Hermione...excuse me...would you like...to be my dance partner and join me...to this year's Christmas...ball?" Harry lowered his head, his lips moved, and his voice was as small as a mosquito humming.

"Harry, what the hell are you talking about?!" Hermione felt even more confused, she didn't understand what Harry just said at all.

Carl, who was watching from the side, saw this scene and his eyes lit up. He rolled his eyes and suddenly thought about it.

"Don't thank me, Harry! That's what I should do!" A wicked smile spread across his face.

"The voice is loud!"

I saw Karl slowly pulling out his wand from his pocket, shaking it lightly in his hand, muttering something, and an imperceptible light shone from the tip of the wand.

"I said... Hermione, would you like to be my dance partner!"

The sound was extremely loud, and the echoes echoed off the walls for a long time. In an instant, the eyes of the little wizards in the entire classroom were focused on Harry, with three points of surprise, five points of affirmation and two points of smile in their eyes...

After saying this, Harry regretted it. He couldn't make such a loud voice anyway. He knew that he had been bullied by Karl again...

But by the time he realized it, it was too late.

Hermione covered her face, her eyes widened, and she felt a little unreal for a moment.

Was this the same Harry she knew?