Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Clark, Neville, and Hermione didn't see Harry and Ron at the long table in Gryffindor at supper.

However, they heard surprising news from Ginny. Harry had just invited Cho Chang to the Christmas ball at Ravenclaw's tower.

It's a pity that he was a step late, before that, Qiu Zhang had already accepted Cedric's invitation, so Harry was cruelly rejected.

It's hard to imagine how depressed Harry is now, maybe he didn't even eat dinner and went back to the dormitory.

"Light of the Fairy Mirror."

After dinner, Clark and the others went back upstairs directly, stood at the door of the Gryffindor common room, and said the password to the fat lady.

"That's right, that's right, my dear!" she said in a trill, smoothing her new filigree headband as she turned forward to let them in.

In the common room, they looked around and saw Ron sitting in a far corner with a pale face, Harry sitting next to him, talking to him in a low voice, as if to comfort him.

"What's the matter, Ron?" Clark asked, taking the lead, walking toward them.

Ron looked up at him with a startled look on his face.

"Why should I do that?" he said confusedly. "I don't know how I would do something like that!"

"What's the matter?" Neville asked.

"He - um - he just invited Fleur Delacour to the dance with him," said Harry, who had been a step ahead of them.

Although he was also very sad, after seeing Ron's appearance, for some reason, he felt a lot better.

"Are you all right?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know how I would do such a thing!"

Ron was panting, his face flushed with shame.

"What am I kidding? It's full of people - it's packed with people - I'm probably dizzy - I must be dizzy - everyone's watching!

I ran into her as I walked down the hall - she was standing there talking to Diggory - the sun was shining on her face and I couldn't help myself suddenly - and I went up and asked her! "

Ron groaned, covering his face with his hands, and he kept talking, although the word order was chaotic, but at least he could barely hear it clearly.

"She looked at me like I was some kind of mollusk or something, and didn't bother to answer. And then—I don't know—I just snapped back and ran away."

Ginny seemed to be trying desperately to hold back a laugh, but still patted Ron's arm sympathetically.

"She has a part of Veela blood, Ron," Clark comforted him at this time. "Obviously, after becoming a warrior and summoning a heroic spirit, her bloodline concentration and even her charm have gained a lot. Improve, so it's normal for you to feel dizzy and make mistakes."

"Yeah, Ron, it's no big deal, look at me, didn't I get rejected by Qiu Zhang too?"

Ron looked up.

"I asked her to come with me just now," said Harry dryly, "and she told me she had promised Diggory."

Ginny suddenly stopped smiling.

"It's just ridiculous," said Ron. "It's just the two of us without a partner—and Neville, who doesn't have a partner either."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I already have a dance partner." Neville smiled sheepishly.

"What?" said Harry, completely captivated by the surprising news. "Who did you invite?"

"It's me, Neville invited me yesterday..." Ginny took the initiative to stand up and said, "I think... anyway... anyway, if I don't agree to him, I won't be able to go, I'm not in fourth grade yet, so I I agreed."

Harry was silent at once.

"Good thing, you didn't even tell me about being a big brother, Ginny," said Ron sullenly.

"I don't think I need to tell you at all, I have several brothers!" Ginny said angrily. "And you never cared about me, did you."

After speaking, she angrily walked towards the hole behind the portrait.

"How could she say that? I'm her brother, and I didn't care about her?" Ron's face flushed, half angry, half ashamed.

"Honestly, Ron, you really don't take your brother very well," Neville said, and then chased after him.

"It seems. The fact that pretty girls are being snatched away has made some people's popularity go downhill, doesn't it, Ron?"

Hermione said proudly, "Eloise Midgen is starting to look pretty too, isn't she? It's okay, I'm sure you'll always find someone who will accept you somewhere."

Ron stared at Hermione, "I don't want to hear this anymore, it's all my fault, okay!"

"Anyway, my best friend, Harry, is with me, and he will never leave me. The big deal is that the two of us will come to the stage to make a pair." He seemed a little self-sacrificing.

"That's pretty good, and I think you two are suitable for a couple." Hermione couldn't help laughing as she said that.

It's just that Harry happened to see Parvati and Lavender coming in through the hole behind the portrait. He knew that he had to do it all this time. He didn't want to lead the dance with Ron. It would be a shame. .

"You wait here," he said to Ron, then he got up, walked straight to Parvati, and said, "Parvati, would you like to go to the dance with me?"

Parvati looked at him and let out a series of giggles, and Harry waited awkwardly for her laughter to pass, fingers crossed in the pockets of his robes.

"Okay, okay," she said finally, blushing as if she was about to bleed.

"Thank you." Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Lavender—would you like to go with Ron?"

"She's promised Seamus," Parvati said, and the two of them laughed even harder.

Harry sighed.

"Can you think about it, who can go with Ron?" he said, lowering his voice so that Ron could not hear.

"Let me think..." Parvati said slowly. "My sister could probably... Her name is Padma, you know... in Ravenclaw. I'll ask her if you want."

"Okay, that's great," said Harry. "Tell us if you have any news, okay?"

Harry went back to Ron and told him the good news.

It's just that Ron's face was still full of "unhappy". He stood up and returned to the boys' dormitory angrily.

"What's wrong with him?" Harry asked in astonishment. ,

Clark pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders, "Who knows, maybe it's a little bit of willfulness from a teenage boy."

...

Time seems to fly by quickly when most people have found a partner.

Although teachers gave the fourth graders a lot of homework over the holidays, after the semester, almost no one but Hermione and Clark had the heart to do their homework.

In the week before Christmas, everyone was having a good time playing together.

The Gryffindor Tower was almost as crowded as it was before the holidays, and the tower seemed to shrunk because the people who lived there were noisier than usual.

Fred and George's business is booming, and when the holidays roll around, students are more than willing to spend money for a little fun.

Their canary biscuits sell very well, and in the first day or two of the holiday, someone suddenly pops and feathers all over.

But soon the Gryffindor classmates learned their lesson and were very wary of the food that was handed over, lest there was a canary biscuit hidden in the middle.

And George didn't seem satisfied, telling Clark that he and Fred were working on another new product.

Perhaps it is possible not to use the entrance, just by physical contact, people can be tricked.

This also made Clark warn himself that he must never accept anything from Fred and George in the future, even if he is an investor in these two guys.

Christmas comes with a heavy snowfall, with swirling snowflakes falling on the castle and grounds.

Beauxbatons' light blue carriage looked like a big frosted pumpkin in a fairy tale from a distance, and the little gingerbread house sprinkled with icing sugar next to it was Hagrid's cabin.

A layer of ice formed on the sides of Durmstrang's ship, and it became smooth and translucent, and a layer of hoarfrost was also dyed on the rigging, which finally dispelled the gloomy and terrifying atmosphere on the ship.

In the kitchen in the basement of the castle, countless house-elves are busy every day.

They prepare stews and puddings in a variety of flavors, those steaming treats and sweet desserts that always bring comfort and happiness in this cold winter.

Only Fleur Delacour could find an excuse to complain.

"The food at Hogwarts is so greasy," she heard frowning as they left the Great Hall one evening. "I can't even fit my gown!"

"Oh, that's tragic," Hermione said unceremoniously, watching Fleur walk out of the auditorium and into the foyer. "She thinks about herself all day long, doesn't she?"

Fortunately, apart from this little problem, everything is still perfect.

It was Christmas morning, and as usual Clark and Neville woke up early.

"Merry Christmas, Neville!"

"Merry Christmas, Clark!"

The two pulled the curtains around the four-poster bed, and the shouts woke Ron, Harry, Seamus and Dean.

They all looked out through the slits in their tents, all sleepy eyes and disheveled hair.

"Can you guys not get up so early every time? God, it's Christmas today!" Seamus complained sleepily.

"Sorry, be careful next time," Clark whispered. "Go back to sleep."

"Don't sleep... Open gifts!" Seamus said when he saw a lot of things at the foot of his bed.

Ron, Dean and Harry also thought that since they were awake, let's get out of bed and unpack the presents to see.

Soon, the dormitory was filled with all kinds of gadgets, as well as dismantled packaging.

"Wow, Harry—" Ron's ears were slightly flushed, which meant he was very happy.

He opened the gift that Harry had given him. It was a Charlie Cannon hat. "How cool!"

"Fortunately, I didn't choose to give you a hat, you don't have two heads." Clark teased him.

What he gave Ron was a magic bird cage, which was able to automatically deodorize, feed, and water to maintain a constant temperature and humidity.

The most important thing is that the food and water tanks attached to it are very large. Once you add them, you can manage them for a long time, and you don’t need to replace them frequently. It’s a blessing for lazy people.

Ron was also very satisfied with this, and the unhappiness that was squeezed by the dance partner before disappeared.

Clark also received a lot of gifts this year. Hermione gave him a hand-made scarf. Although the technique was not very good, Clark immediately wrapped it.

As for the others, Ron gave him a book called "The Quidditch Teams of Great Britain and Ireland"; Harry gave him a big box of sweets in every flavor; Neville gave him a stick of crafting A beautiful, self-writing quill pen.

And, of course, his Aunt Molly, who routinely sends a package every year with a new black sweater with a picture of a dragon on it - Clark guessed Charlie had told exactly what happened to the first project. took her.

After packing up the presents, Clark and Neville met Hermione in the common room and went downstairs for breakfast.

They had spent almost the entire morning in the Gryffindor tower, their classmates admiring the gifts they had received.

They then returned to the auditorium for a sumptuous lunch consisting of at least a hundred turkeys and a huge pile of Christmas puddings, and a mountain of Creebeech wizard biscuits.

At the suggestion of Fred and George, they did not return to the common room after lunch, but went out to the grounds.

The snow is white, and hardly anyone has stepped on it, only a deep footprint made by Durmstrang and Beauxbaton's students when they returned to the castle.

Hermione and Ginny only wanted to watch Clark, Neville, and the Wesley brothers have a snowball fight, but they refused to participate.

At five o'clock she and Ginny said they were going back upstairs to get ready for the ball.

"Go back so early?!" Harry asked.

"It's a girl's prerogative, and it takes more time for her to clean up," Clark said while dodging a snowball flying towards the back of his head.

"They are absolutely crazy~www.readwn.com~ It takes three hours to prepare!" Ron said like a straight man.

When he was so distracted, he was hit hard in the cheek by a big snowball thrown by George.

The boys did not return to the castle so early, but continued to have snowball fights.

It was around seven o'clock, when the sky darkened and it was not easy to aim at the target, they gave up the snowball fight and returned to the common room together.

The common room was now full of boys, waiting for their dance partners to come down the stairs of the girls' dormitory.

Clark went to the upstairs dormitory with Neville, Harry and the others and changed into their respective gowns.

Of course, they also laughed at each other in the middle, and they all seemed awkward.

But no one was as frustrated as Ron, who looked at himself in the long mirror in the corner with a horrified expression on his face.

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