Chapter 188 Fleur Cupid

Hermione looked back at Harry.

The two of them were very close, almost standing next to each other.

But they were far away, and she kept chasing Harry's footsteps, but even when she stood on tiptoe, she could barely see a shadow.

Who doesn’t long for a fairy tale-like dreamy and happy love?

Of course she was also looking forward to it. The shy and reserved attitude of a girl who was ready to bloom kept her waiting. Maybe it would not be romantic. They were sitting by the fireplace in the Gryffindor lounge. After they had finished their homework for the whole day, she put in her extracurricular

After finishing the book, Crookshanks took a nap with Ron on his pillow, and Harry finished his research.

The wood crackled and burned.

Moonlight and wind spilled in through the window.

In the dead of night, Harry said casually: "Hermione, are you going to the ball together?"

Then she smiled shyly and nodded in agreement.

"It's been several years." Hermione answered immediately without thinking.

Hermione took a deep breath and looked at him with a serious expression and a firm tone: "Harry, I'm inviting you to be your prom partner, okay?"

Ron's expression changed drastically. He immediately put down Crookshanks, turned around and slipped towards the entrance of the lounge.

They were wrong and shouldn't have taken Harry to see those things.

He immediately and without hesitation shook his head like a weathervane like Ron.

There are a few scars on his face. They are not deep or big and do not spoil his appearance, but they are so dazzling.

That's enough.

It's like making a contract, solemn and cautious.

She held up two fingers, spoke rapidly, and her accent became even more obscure.

At the Ravenclaw table, a girl looked a little ugly.

Hermione raised her eyebrows and said "Huh?" meaningfully.

Fleur Delacour, the Beauxbatons warrior, a warrior with part-Veela blood, exudes unparalleled charm.

Unlike the picky Krum.

Ron shook his head like a weather vane on a rainy day.

"It seems that Miss Granger has admitted her love for Mr. Potter?" Fleur gritted her molars.

He carries a very heavy thing on his back. Voldemort is still alive, and someone is targeting him in the Triwizard Tournament. He is very strong, but he has always been alone. Snape, Dumbledore, and those professors are all his mentors.

, they are guides, not fellow travelers.

Within ten minutes, he was crying and confessing, and Neville confessed along with Ron.

"What's there to congratulate?" Fleur shook her head, "I've only been rejected twice in my life."

"Listen to Ginny, Hermione, did you confess to Harry?"

Ron came back anxiously.

Ron seemed to have not yet come out of his role as a good brother. He was extremely keen and caught the key words in Hermione's words: "So I still have a chance to see Hermione confess to Harry."

Fleur was stunned.

In the distance, the little wizards were busy and cheering and shouting.

Hermione's face spread from ear to forehead, giving her a fierce look.

Oppression from my uncle.

Hermione became uneasy.

Neville was about to speak subconsciously when he noticed Ron's knife-like gaze.

"Ron." Hermione gritted her teeth.

She looked at Hermione, her words were very gentle, without any sinister meaning. Was she really congratulating herself?

Fleur's journey of choosing a dance partner was not smooth.

Fleur looked at them blankly.

Because of his invitation, a couple became a couple.

Ron's eyes widened.

"Ron always manages to get some rare finds."

Neville's eyes were a little straight. He glanced at Ron in panic, then hugged Bos and moved several steps away.

The Gryffindor lounge was as lively as ever.

"Are you trying to steal your boyfriend from Ginny?" Harry raised his head, expressionless.

The Lion King has a master.

Ron was heartbroken. The three of them were usually inseparable, but something like this had never happened before. Why did such a big thing happen at the moment when he left?

Hermione nodded and said "Yeah" reluctantly.

Harry ignored them and went upstairs with Hermione to the lounge. The little lions followed them until they reached the fifth floor. Hermione couldn't stand it anymore, so she pulled out her wand and threw them out of the window one by one.

He stood up, walked to the Ravenclaw table, and stretched out his hand to Zhang Qiu. His body was trembling slightly, similar to Hermione's state last night.

Ron's words stopped abruptly.

"Dear Hermione, you should thank me." Fleur tilted her head, her face full of innocence.

As a best friend, he didn't even see it!

"Don't listen to their nonsense!" Hermione blushed, watching Crookshanks whip Ron, "We're just partners in the Yule Ball now."

"I won't! It's impossible!" Ron emphasized, "Harry, my orientation is female, you know, we."

What's the fuss about?

A richer and brighter smile hung on Fu Rong's face, watching eagerly.

"Congratulations, Miss Delacour." Hermione looked at her and said with a smile.

Ron laughed dryly: "I'll go to the Black Lake and explore the way for Harry."

"Harry is much more familiar with Under the Black Lake than you are." Hermione's tone gradually became cold, "Come back, I have something to ask you."

She was rejected again - unlike Harry, she was mentally prepared for being rejected by Harry.

The next day, many people were pointing fingers at Hermione. They all envied Hermione for being Harry's dance partner - the best warrior's dance partner.

But is this really good?

Hermione's eyes were dull, and it was difficult to notice the changes in the people around her after being with her day after day. Only then did she realize that Harry was already a head taller than her, compared to the thin figure he saw when he entered school at the age of eleven.

, as tall as a shield.

They saw Fleur walking to the Hufflepuff table and inviting Cedric: "Will you be my dance partner?"

Ron shuddered: "No, I just want to refer to experience, if Ginny."

Hermione continued softly: "But at least Miss Delacour doesn't have to worry about finding a job after graduation. She can open a shop to help wizards get married. Oh, even ordinary people can do it. You don't have to use magic, just

Promote love."

"twice!"

Harry stretched out his hand to her: "I am honored that Miss Granger extended an invitation to me."

Furong's heart tightened.

"Just a dance partner." Fleur's tone couldn't help but sound sour, "Why are you doing this?"

Hermione nodded at the table and looked at the person: "Neville, you are in the same dormitory as them, you should know what they are doing, right?"

They could only turn their attention to others. The little witches extended invitations to Krum and Fleur eagerly, while the little wizards were much more reserved. Most of them only extended invitations to Fleur.

I want to accompany him and walk with him, and this desire is not only as short as one year, but two years. If I want it to last longer, I should take over what I can afford.

hateful!

Gritting her teeth and stomping her feet, she walked to the Gryffindor table, picked up her fork, and stabbed the sausage hard.

Neville's expression changed again, and he felt a little hesitant in his heart, but Longbottom was Weasley's most loyal friend.

He glanced at the person next to him, who had the same curious face as himself, and gritted his molar teeth: "I'm just talking about what if, what if one day Ginny confesses to some blind little boy, how would I deal with it.

"

Only then did she realize what happened.

Zhang Qiu was surprised, her cheeks were slightly red. After being reminded by the sister next to her, she thought of something. She quickly raised her hand, held it tightly with Cedric's, nodded, and said those three words solemnly.

: "I do."
To be continued...