Chapter 187 But why can’t girls take the initiative?

Almost at the moment when Professor McGonagall said these words.

Hermione was keenly aware of a few glances that were about to move, and she looked back.

There are little witches from the same house, some little witches from Ravenclaw, and even a little wizard from Ravenclaw who are eager to try.

She can understand girls.

How can a boy join in the fun!

Professor McGonagall clapped her hands and said, "That's it. I hope everyone will be ready and have a happy Christmas Eve."

The little wizards were packing their things, chattering and discussing excitedly.

The center of their conversation was naturally Harry, as well as Beauxbatons' Fleur Delacour, a Hogwarts warrior and a beauty rated once in a century by the Daily Prophet.

warrior.

Although the Goblet of Fire was suspended as early as a century ago.

They packed up their things and walked to the classroom where the next class was held.

"I won't have to find a partner, and Ginny can join in."

"Why?" Fleur raised her head proudly, "Can Hogwarts find a better woman than me?"

Her eyes were not on the group of invitees, but on the entrance to the auditorium.

He thought about the opposite sex he got along well with.

Harry looked at her and thought hard.

Ron was startled and put the mutton chop into his mouth, forgetting to bite it.

Before Harry could speak.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter." Fleur greeted gently.

Seeing Harry come out, she came over immediately.

"Mr. Longbottom" three times made Neville's face turn pale.

As soon as she came over, she heard Ron complaining: "Harry, you don't have to think about it, but who should I invite?"

Neville, who was sitting next to Ron, shook slightly.

"Then it seems that Miss Granger is under your consideration?" Fleur turned her head and looked at Hermione with a thoughtful expression.

"Mr. Longbottom, we need to have a good talk tonight." Ron took it and nodded, his face still serious.

Neville said coquettishly: "When Professor McGonagall said to invite dance partners, I thought of Ginny."

It made Hermione grit her teeth.

He was completely relieved and became as heartless as ever.

Today was the day Harry had the most interactions with people since he entered school - from the end of Transfiguration class to the time he returned from the greenhouse to the auditorium, at least twenty people had extended invitations to Harry, hoping to become his dance partner.

Harry looked at her doubtfully.

"I can't invite Hedwig." Ron wailed, "She's just an owl."

There are many wizards among them.

She didn't use "dance partner", but the more ambiguous word "partner".

Prince Charming was abducted by another princess.

Harry prepared to go around her.

Ron was startled and clenched his fists, yes. Neville was only one year older than Ginny, so there was no way to pick on him based on his age!

He struggled for a while, and his tone became more serious: "When did you have thoughts about Ginny?"

This result made him stunned and stood there in disbelief.

But after he finished speaking, he was stunned. He looked at Neville and then at Ginny, his eyes gradually becoming incredulous.

"Who is it?" Ron said with a straight face, "Which guy?"

Ginny calmly announced her name: "It's Neville, didn't he tell you?"

Immediately afterwards, the fireworks exploded, almost simultaneously printing the expression on Kenneth's distorted face.

Ron was startled: "Ginny?"

"No, I refuse." Harry was decisive without any hesitation. It was undeniable that Fleur was indeed beautiful, but she was not suitable for him.

Fleur stopped him again: "Mr. Potter, this is not the case."

George immediately turned his head and looked sharply: "Kenneth, do you also want to attack my sister?"

The backward thrust made Kenneth howl.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat.

After finishing the meal, Ron and his two brothers were still talking about how to deal with "Mr. Longbottom" that night, whether to sink him into the Black Lake, hang him on the Gryffindor Tower, or some other way to deal with it.

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"He's not your boyfriend yet, so you're so anxious to help him?" Ron turned around and scolded Ginny softly in the tone a brother should have.

"It's about the Christmas ball. Although you, the boy, should invite me to this matter." Fleur covered her ears, shook her head and smiled, "But why can't girls take the initiative? How about being my Christmas partner?"

"Eat first." Neville handed over the untouched lamb chops on his plate.

Fleur hurriedly changed hands.

"Regardless of appearance or ability?"

Harry nodded.

"Sorry, I have already agreed to someone else's invitation." Ginny declined politely.

What did you do during the three and a half years you were in school?

They are all friends. Harry and Hermione are both successful in their studies and careers, but what about themselves? They are barely successful in their studies, have gained weight, are excellent, or even too good, and have nothing else.

Fleur stood there with a gentle smile on her face, one after another rejecting the long queue of invitees in front of her, including men, women, and even ghosts.

Last year, she could still say that apart from being inferior to Hermione in terms of brains, her appearance was slightly better.

Ginny's cheeks turned red and she shook her head: "Of course not! What are you thinking about?"

"You bastard, she's only in the third grade!" Fred gritted his teeth and took out a small firework from his pocket.

None of them got consent, so Hermione used the simplest tactic - to let Ron go. He was so good now that even an ordinary sixth-grade wizard was no match for him.

"But she's just my sister." Ron frowned, "Mom would kill me if she knew."

"Why would I agree to you?" a sixth-year Gryffindor blurted out, "When I invited Ginny, she didn't even have a dance partner."

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Fleur asked, blinking with an expectant look.

Ginny sighed helplessly: "Brother Ron, you can't threaten him like this."

But this year she had her teeth straightened and her hair sorted. With such minor adjustments, she immediately became more beautiful than herself.

Hermione rolled her eyes: "What are you thinking about? You just invited her to be your dance partner. Ginny is only in her third year. She is not old enough to attend the dance yet. Someone has to invite her."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

Ginny and her little sisters came over talking and laughing.

They can barely be considered peers.

Harry and Hermione went back to the lounge first.

Until dinner.

"No, that's not what I'm talking about." Ron interrupted him, stretched out his hand to hold his shoulders, and exerted a little force: "When did you have thoughts about Ginny? You should understand what I am referring to."

Kenneth's face immediately became frightened: "No, Fred, my dear, you can't do this, I just"

Harry's cold and ruthless rejections time and time again, and the increasingly cold air pressure surrounding Harry and Hermione, made those who were a little hot after hearing about the Yule Ball finally cool down and stop disturbing them.

The opposite sex I communicated with the most was actually Hedwig, followed by the female house elf in the kitchen, and then the female squid in Hagrid's class.

Ron's eyes sparkled: "Hermione, you are such a genius!"

Oh, yes, I almost forgot about her. This younger sister is one of the few people of the opposite sex that I have a lot of contact with, and can barely compete with female Explosive-Tailed Skrewts.

"Please, Ron." Ginny said in a long voice, rubbing her face, "Although I am worse than Miss Granger, I should be pretty pretty. There are many people who have invited me, more than you think.

"

"The one on the left." Harry reminded her kindly.

Harry was about to speak.

Let Harry thoroughly feel the social atmosphere of Great Britain.

He clearly realized one thing - there might be some little pig that had an idea for his sister and wanted to take a bite of this juicy cabbage.
To be continued...