Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Harry, can I invite you to the Yule Ball?"

In the warm Gryffindor common room, a stocky fifth-year girl with a delicate appearance stood in front of Harry and asked very sincerely.

But the way she looked, it seemed that if Harry dared to refuse, she would knock him unconscious.

Harry swallowed nervously and said carefully according to the method Clark told him, "Thank you, you are a good person, but I already have an appointment with someone. I am really sorry."

The girl's face darkened, but she turned around and left reluctantly.

"She's quite pretty." Ron, who had smiled enough, said fairly and fairly as he watched the girl leave.

"She's a foot taller than me," Harry said, still stunned. "Imagine me dancing with her and not making a fool of myself!"

At this time, Clark and Hermione, who were doing homework on the table nearby, couldn't bear it anymore. They buried their heads and shrugged their shoulders, giggling.

As a [Psychic], controlling one's own emotions is the most basic ability. This is done by professional training, unless you really can't help it.

"Haha - Harry, I'm not laughing at you, but you have rejected several of them. If you ask me, just accept it." Clark joked after laughing.

"You already have Hermione, so don't join in the fun. They like me just because I'm famous."

Harry said helplessly, "If it weren't for this scar on my head, would those girls who invited me as their dance partners still be willing to go to the prom with me?"

"These are all your excuses!" Hermione's words hit the nail on the head, "If Qiu Zhang took the initiative to invite you, would you still consider this issue?"

"How do you know!" Harry almost blurted out before reacting.

Hermione raised a nice eyebrow. She specially plucked her eyebrows today.

"It's indeed Qiu Zhang. It's obvious, isn't it? From the way you look at her, your accelerated heartbeat, slowed pace, and your tendency to take a detour to the school magazine every time - you're basically here to see her. ,Right!"

Harry was speechless and could only remain silent.

"If you like it, go for it. What's there to be embarrassed about?"

"Go for it if you like it, Harry, be brave!" Hagrid said during the last Care of Magical Creatures class of the semester.

Because the blast-ended snails were finally eaten by several fire dragons, they no longer had to take care of those scary big guys.

Today, following Clark's suggestion, Hagrid got some salamanders and prepared to have an outdoor barbecue in this cold season to celebrate the arrival of the holidays.

The students sat at the trestle table at the door of Hagrid's hut, preparing various foods for barbecue - he prepared a lot, including sausages, mushrooms, potatoes, bread slices, chicken wings, chicken legs...

"I'm telling you,

When your father was in school, he was the one who actively pursued your mother. "

Hagrid said with a bright smile, as if talking about these past events made him happy.

"He was a bit naughty at that time, but Lily is a good girl with good academic performance, just like Hermione."

"Then what?" Harry said, throwing the modified mushrooms into a large wooden bowl and picking up the knife to cut more. "My mother agreed immediately?"

"No," Hagrid shook his head. "Your mother didn't look down on him at the time. Fortunately, your father kept pestering him, and she was finally moved by your father's sincerity."

"Hagrid is asking you to learn from your father, be thick-skinned, and boldly pursue your love!" Clark brought a plate of chicken wings that had been roasted golden brown and exuded a charming cumin smell, and placed them on their table. On the table.

"Thank you, Hagrid," Harry said, grinning, "I'll try my best."

"Are you coming to that unfortunate ball on Christmas Day, Hagrid?" asked Ron, who was skewering sausages.

"I wanted to drop by," Hagrid said gruffly. "I think it's going to be lively. You're going to dance, aren't you, Clark? Who are you taking?"

"Of course it's Hermione. I invited her as soon as Professor McGonagall announced the news!" Clark picked up a grilled chicken wing and put it in his mouth, eating as he said.

It seems that his cooking skills have not deteriorated yet, and he controls the heat of the barbecue very well.

The skin of the chicken wings is grilled until golden brown, and the protein inside exudes an attractive burnt aroma due to the Maillard reaction.

When you take a bite, the crispy chicken skin crackles, but the inside is full of delicious gravy and tender chicken, playing a shocking symphony with chili and cumin.

"Look, Harry!" Hagrid also picked up a chicken wing, threw it into his mouth, and ate the bones and meat together. "You have to learn a little bit!"

In the last week of the semester, the school became more lively and noisy day by day.

News about the Yule Ball circulated among the students, but most of it was dismissed by Clark as rumors - for example, that Dumbledore had bought eight hundred barrels of flavored honey from Madam Rosmerta of the Three Broomsticks liquor.

However, it might be true that he booked the weird sisters.

The Weird Sisters are a very famous music group in the British wizarding world. For students who have been listening to wwn (wizard radio broadcast) since childhood, this is something worth getting excited about.

In addition, some teachers, such as the small Professor Flitwick, simply stopped teaching after seeing that their classmates were obviously distracted.

He allowed them to play games in Wednesday's Charms class, while he spent most of the time talking to Clark, discussing some knowledge about Charms.

But other teachers are not so easy to talk to.

For example, nothing could divert Professor Binns' attention, and he continued to trudge through his pile of notes on the Goblin Rebellion.

The classmates speculated that since Professor Binns did not let his death stop him from continuing to teach, there was no way something as trivial as the Yule Ball could distract him.

It's strange to say that he could actually make the bloody and thrilling goblin rebellion so boring.

In addition to him, Professor McGonagall and Moody also did not let the students idle, and would attend every class until the last second before get out of class ended.

Of course, there was no mention of Nepu. Clark and others secretly speculated that he would rather adopt Harry as his godson than let his classmates play games in the Potions class.

In each class, he looked at the class with a dark look and told them that he would test their antidote in the last class of the semester.

Of course, Snape wouldn't actually poison a student, but he could still make someone spend Christmas in bed.

If a qualified detoxification agent is not brewed, this risk may occur at any time.

Especially for students in fourth year and above, there is no way they would miss this Yule Ball because of Snape's poison.

"He's so mean," Ron said angrily in the Gryffindor common room that evening, "for testing us on the last day and ruining the last bit of term with a lot of homework."

"Hmm... But you didn't actually work too hard, did you?" Hermione looked away from her Potions notes and looked at Ron.

Ron was busy playing magic cards with Neville. With the arrival of Christmas, Clark and his card company launched the last deck of the year in order to harvest a large amount of gold galleons before Christmas.

After all, what better Christmas gift for your kids than the latest magic cards?

"It's Christmas, Hermione," Harry said lazily. He sat in an armchair by the fire and played "Flying with the Cannon" for the tenth time.

"I bet Snape didn't find a partner for the Yule Ball." Ron said distractedly, "otherwise why would he look even worse?"

"Before speaking ill of a teacher behind his back, someone would do well to think about whether he has found a partner for the Yule Ball."

"If you ask me, it will be difficult for you to do this for him."

Joking voices sounded, it was Fred and George.

The two of them sat down at Clark and Hermione's table.

"Ron, can we borrow Piggy?" George asked.

"Okay," said Ron, "but what do you want it for?"

"Because George wanted to invite him to the ball," Fred said sarcastically.

"Because we have a letter to deliver, you stupid idiot," said George.

"Who are you two writing to, eh?" said Ron.

"Stay out of your own business, Ron," Fred threatened him, waving his wand.

Clark knew that they were probably preparing to send a letter to Ludo Bagman.

The two brothers have recently devoted their energy and time to peripheral products for the Triwizard Tournament. Now that the product design is completed and production has begun, they also need to consider sales.

For this kind of thing, it would be perfect to approach Ludo Bagman, who owed them money.

At this time, Fred asked again, "Why...you guys haven't found a dance partner yet?"

"No." Ron shook his head.

"I said, man, you better hurry up or you're going to get the good girls," Fred said.

"So who are you going with?" Harry asked curiously.

"Angelina." Fred replied without hesitation and without any embarrassment.

"What?" Ron asked in surprise, "You've already invited her?"

"Good question." Fred turned his head and shouted across the common room: "Hey, Angelina!"

Angelina was chatting with Alia Spinnet by the fire when she heard the shout and looked towards Fred.

"What's the matter?" she asked loudly.

"Would you like to go to the dance with me?"

Angelina looked at Fred with a calculating look.

"Okay," she said, and then turned to continue chatting with Alia, with a faint smile on her face.

"It's done," Fred said to Harry and Ron. "Let's see, it's a piece of cake."

Under everyone's surprised eyes, he stood up proudly and yawned.

"Let's go, George, let's use Ron's piggy to send the letter out first. As for these guys, let them struggle."

The two of them left, and Ron was no longer in the mood to play cards, looking at Harry across the table.

"He's right, we should take action...invite someone, I don't want to end up dancing with an ugly guy."

"Ron! Are those remaining girls ugly? What you said is so unpleasant." Hermione said dissatisfied.

Hermione was obviously angry. What Ron said made her feel that he disrespected girls and was only choosing dance partners based on their appearance.

These words are obviously wrong. Any girl with a strong sense of justice would be angry because of this concept.

"Whatever you say, although my words don't sound good, it is the fact. Anything left behind is definitely problematic," Ron shrugged helplessly, "If there is no suitable one, I would rather have one." People go.”

"I finally understand," Hermione sneered. "It seems that your requirements are quite high. You want to invite the most beautiful girl who is willing to accept you."

"Well - yes, that's basically correct." Ron said.

"Haha, it's a beautiful thought." Hermione didn't say anything anymore. She was afraid of hurting this guy, so she packed her things, pulled Clark and left.

In the days that followed, the teachers and students of Hogwarts continued to show their desire to impress the guests of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. They seemed determined to show the best of the castle this Christmas. style.

The school was decorated with lights and colorful decorations——

The handrails of the marble stairs are covered with icicles that will never melt. They are crystal clear and have a winter feel.

The twelve Christmas trees that were customarily placed in the auditorium were decorated with all kinds of baubles, from shiny holly berries to live golden owls that kept hooting.

The armors along the corridors and at the corners of the stairs were enchanted so that they would sing Christmas carols whenever anyone passed by.

But what's particularly hilarious is that Filch, the caretaker, had to pull Peeves out of his armor on several occasions because the armor only knew half of the lyrics.

Because this troublemaker always likes to hide inside, whenever he reaches a place where the armor can't sing, he will make up some lyrics to fill in the song, which are all very rude and unpleasant words.

Unfortunately, Harry and Ron still made no progress in inviting dance partners.

He and Ron were very anxious now. After picking and choosing a few times, the girls all knew that they were very demanding, and now no one invited them.

"Harry - we have to bite the bullet and fight."

Ron said on Friday, sounding as if they were planning to breach an impregnable fortress.

"We'll all have partners when we get back to the common room tonight - is it settled?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. She had heard these words several times, but at critical moments, the two of them became timid.

"Maybe they need a little extraordinary encouragement." Clark smiled into Hermione's ear, and after saying that, he secretly cast telepathic suggestions on Harry and Ron.

The two of them immediately separated as if they had been given a shot of blood, grabbing their schoolbags.

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