Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

Mike really wanted Cho Chang to be his dance partner if he could, but he also knew it was impossible.

Because Qiu Zhang is Cedric's girlfriend, and the two have been dating for a long time, and they even plan to get engaged.

Let alone whether I can dig Cedric's corner, even if I do, judging from Cedric's current mental state, I'm afraid he will come to Gryffindor to kill him immediately. I lost myself as a third party!

Thinking of this, Harry could not help but sigh deeply.

I am afraid that my first love will end without a problem.

At the same time, Harry felt a little guilty.

Both Mike and Dumbledore are trying to help themselves, to find the man behind the scenes who secretly attacked him and made him a warrior. But at this critical moment, I was addicted to the irrelevant emotion of being in love.

This is really... a bit too much.

"Harry, what are you thinking about frowning?"

Harry turned his head and looked, and it was Ron who was speaking. Although he had some small conflicts with him before, they were still friends, so Harry took the initiative to find Ron to reconcile recently.

"nothing."

Harry thought about it, and finally decided that he couldn't tell him that he dreamed about Qiu Zhang in the middle of the night, and then woke up the next day to find that his underwear was wet, so he said perfunctorily.

"Well, the Christmas ball is coming soon, but I still haven't found a dance partner, which is really too bad!" Ron said half envious and half jealous, "It would be nice if I was a warrior too. You can choose your partner as you like!"

"You should be glad you are not, because if you are a warrior, you need to deal with the fire dragon."

Harry retorted angrily, Ron only saw the privileges that the warriors enjoy now, but did not see the danger they faced at that time, which made him very upset.

And Ron also seemed to realize that what he said was inappropriate, and began to change the subject:

"By the way, about the partner, have you chosen who it is?"

"not yet."

"Is this impossible? You are a warrior! I mean there should be many girls willing to be your dance partner!"

"The problem is I don't like them!"

Harry pushed open the door of the auditorium while talking, and Ron hurriedly chased after him and asked tentatively:

"Well, maybe you're right. But next time a girl asks you out and you don't like them, can you recommend me to them? You know I don't have a date yet. Of course, too ugly You don’t recommend that kind of…”

Harry nodded perfunctorily, but his attention was already attracted by the scene in the auditorium.

After Ron reacted from the excitement of receiving a satisfactory answer, he also noticed the abnormality in the auditorium at the moment.

Obviously at the moment the auditorium was full of people as usual, but everyone was quietly looking at the same place as if under a petrification spell.

Following their line of sight, Ron and Harry saw that at the intersection of everyone's eyes in the auditorium, a beautiful fairy-like Fleur was smiling and extending the back of her hand to Mike.

"Mike, would you like to be your partner at the Christmas ball?"

As soon as this remark came out, Harry could clearly feel that all the boys in the auditorium took a breath of air almost at the same time.

This is not surprising, Fleur has been the dream girl of all Hogwarts students since the first day she came to Hogwarts, and no one wants her to be someone else's dance partner.

Harry even heard a teenager praying next to him.

Harry didn't hear the details clearly.

But he could also guess that he probably just hoped that Mike would refuse.

At the intersection of the eyes of the crowd, Fu Rong stretched out her hand and looked at Mike confidently.

She has already used the charm ability inherited from her grandmother to the extreme. In this case, she doesn't think Mike will reject her, even if Mike knows Occlumency!

'He's going to get down on one knee like a knight in no time and kiss the back of my hand. '

Imagining the soft touch on the back of her hand later, Fu Rong's fair face couldn't help but blush.

However, the answer Mike gave was, "Excuse me for my refusal."

"This is so good... what?" The smile on Furong's face disappeared in an instant, "You said you refused? Why?"

Mike, who had already activated the closed brain state, spread his hands, and was about to answer a frenzied voice when it suddenly appeared.

"I promise! I promise to be your dance partner!"

Ron, who was blushing, rushed to Fleur like a gust of wind, poking his head out to kiss Fleur's hand.

Frightened by this change, Fu Rong hurriedly withdrew her hand, and at the same time, her charm ability also failed.

Ron was awake, and he was still kneeling on one knee begging for a kiss. Under the gaze of everyone, he seemed to realize what he had just done, his face turned red, and the bright color It's almost the same color as his hair.

"Yes... sorry!"

Ron roared in a crying voice, and even ran out of the auditorium, Harry couldn't care less when he saw this, so he could only chase after him.

However, he hadn't gone far after chasing it, and bumped into Professor McGonagall at a corner.

"Harry! No chasing and fighting in the corridor!" Professor McGonagall frowned, rubbing his aching stomach, "Because of your and Ron's actions, five points will be deducted from Gryffindor!"

"Professor! Now is not the time to talk about this. Did you see which direction Ron was going?"

"What! Are you still going to continue?"

Professor McGonagall frowned, and Harry quickly told her what he just said happened.

"This silly boy! He should have returned to the lounge, you can go there and look for it."

Harry promised to run, but McGonagall stopped him again.

"I said it! Chasing and fighting are not allowed in the corridor! You walk slowly!" Mag frowned and said, "Also, have you decided who your dancing partner is?"

"Not yet." Harry kept searching for a suitable candidate in his mind, and finally said, "Maybe I can invite Ron to be my dance partner, anyway, they didn't say that the dance partner cannot be of the same sex."

Hearing that Professor McGonagall frowned even tighter.

"Harry, I have to remind you that if you really do this, it will cause a lot of unnecessary misunderstandings. So I suggest you choose a woman as your dance partner." Professor McGonagall said with a strange expression, " And you must hurry up, Christmas is coming soon, and the warriors will lead the dance, if you don't have a partner by then, then Gryffindor will lose his lord!"

Harry obediently agreed, and then quickly returned to the Gryffindor lounge with a twisted but still fast pace.

"How silly of me! Really!"

As soon as he returned to the lounge, Harry saw Ron sitting in the corner repeating these two sentences for a while.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

"Can't you see? I'm very bad! This time I made a big fool of myself! Now everyone in Hogwarts knows that I overestimated my ability to invite Fleur! Merlin's beard, Malfoy and the others will surely Laughing at me because of this!" Ron roared, "I should have thought about it a long time ago, that bitch in Fleur must have used Veela's ability to charm Mike! I just hit her by mistake. It's just ability! I'm so stupid! Really!"

Harry scratched his head, he really didn't know how to comfort Ron at this moment.

Fortunately, Ron didn't mean to stop, he continued:

"This is absolutely impossible! I have to find a dance partner! Maybe I can try to ask Hermione, that ugly girl that no one wants. With our friendship, if I ask her, I should be able to succeed!"

"An ugly girl that no one wants!?"

Hermione's scream suddenly sounded from behind the two of them, startling Ron directly.

"Oh! I'm telling you Ron! Even if I'm really not wanted, I won't be your dance partner!" Hermione said to Harry and Ron angrily, "not to mention that I have already been invited by others Yes! And that person is much better than all of you!"

After finishing speaking, Hermione walked away, leaving only Harry and Ron stunned in place at a loss.

...

In the Hogwarts auditorium, after Ron and Harry left, everyone laughed for a while and then turned their attention to Mike again.

Although they were very happy that Mike rejected Fleur, they were still very curious as to why Mike rejected Fleur.

In their view, this is completely unreasonable!

Is there any girl more charming than Furong in this world?

I'm afraid it's gone?

But Mike rejected Furong's invitation without even a little hesitation!

This is so puzzling!

Furong also wanted to know the reason.

It is a shame for her to invite others in public but to be rejected. She can already predict what kind of schadenfreude the group of girls from the same school will be.

Facing so many eyes of anticipation, curiosity and hatred, Mike still had a sleepless expression, and said in a flat tone:

"You know, Fleur, I have a girlfriend, so I can only say sorry to you. Also, I have to go now because my dress for the Christmas ball has arrived and I need to sign for it. "

After saying that, Mike ignored Fu Rong's flushed eyes and left without looking back.

It wasn't until he approached Ravenclaw's lounge that Mike silently exited the state of absolute sanity under the Occlusion spell and shook his head.

He never expected that Fu Rong would use her abilities to charm him!

Her behavior greatly reduced Mike's affection for her. No one likes to be controlled by others, especially if this kind of control is a vicious control like the Imperius Curse.

In addition, Mike felt that Fleur's intelligence was a little touching. He remembered that he should have told her that he had a way to resist her charm, but Fleur still did so today.

I really don't know if Fu Rong is too confident, or too stupid.

Sighing, Mike returned to his bedroom.

But when he opened the door, he saw a scene that made his eyes straighten.

Penello was leaning against the wall almost naked and changing his underwear. The large expanse of white skin and the devilish curve made Mike's Adam's apple twitch.

The sound of the door opening startled Penello, and she screamed and reached out to cover her chest.

But when she found out that it was Mike, she glared at him angrily, and then let go of her hand to show Mike her proud figure.

"Honey, come help me."

A meowing sound woke Mike up, he closed the door casually, stepped forward and hugged Penello from behind.

"Hey hey, how do you want me to help you?"

"Don't make trouble!" Penello poked Mike, who was groping, with his elbow, "Help me fasten the buttons on the back."

Mike also retracted his hand when he heard the words, and began to help Penello put on the dress. Of course, he naturally did not lose anything in the process.

With the help of Mike, Penello finally put on her dress.

There was an inexplicable flush on her face, and she turned around shyly and asked:

"What do you think?"

"Perfect!"

Mike's answer was simple and clear. This dress was custom-made by someone he found in the Muggle society. Although it was only pure black, the excellent fabric made the dress look very gorgeous, with half sleeves and a wide open collar. Design is the finishing touch.

With Mike's affirmation, Penello spun around happily, but then a hint of worry appeared on her face.

"This dress is very beautiful! But I read its introduction, it said that this evening dress is made of a lot of special materials, can not be washed or dry cleaned with other liquids. If the above is true, then I should How to wash it?"

Hearing this, Mike was amused at first, and then he couldn't help laughing.

"My silly girl! This evening dress is a one-off, and it doesn't need to be washed at all!"

"What did you say? This is a custom-made dress. It's so expensive that it's a one-off!"

"This is a customary unspoken rule. Evening dresses are disposable consumables. If you repeatedly use them to attend a banquet, it will be considered an impolite behavior." Mike hugged Penello again, "Don't worry about these, you just need to be beautiful and beautiful, and leave the rest to me."

Mike, a straight man (a man who is used to me giving money and you giving services, straight-forward men) is actually not very good at talking about love, but Penello just likes this.

She stared at Mike intently, her eyes full of love.

But then, she seemed to think of something and said:

"Your dress has also arrived, but I looked at it and it looks like a suit?"

"That's right, a suit and an evening dress, isn't that the most correct match?"

"But, that's just the rule of the Muggle world." Penello said a little uneasy, "I saw other banquets held by wizards, and those wizards wore some other styles of dresses. You wear it like this Put on the suit, will it..."

Before Penello finished speaking, Mike interrupted:

"No! Don't worry! Those people who are used to ridiculing and despising others are actually the most bullying! With our current wealth and influence, even if we go there in pajamas on Christmas day, they will give us Praise God!"