Dumbledore nodded in agreement: "Yes, it's wonderful."

Almost as soon as he caught Dumbledore's breath, the magic wrapped around Harry's wrist dissipated.

"You have classes tomorrow." Dumbledore shook his head, "And Tom may have arranged some things there."

Along the way, Harry and Hermione almost attracted everyone's attention.

Klum and his dance partner didn't seem to be familiar with each other. The two stood stiffly. Fleur was holding an unknown, handsome-looking boy. The boy was very excited, his face turned red, and his body was trembling slightly.

In the crowd, there was also a resentful look staring at him.

"If there is Voldemort's Horcrux in Gunter's old house, that would be a good opportunity. We might be able to study something from it."

After Harry was fiddled with by more than a dozen people, he finally got dressed up.

Harry paused: "Professor Dumbledore, you can help me."

"What did she find?"

Harry's face was expressionless, he raised his hand and lifted his hair: "I don't think I'm causing trouble."

"I was thinking that maybe there might be some clues in the old Gaunt house, in Little Hangleton County."

"It's so delicious that I can't control my mouth." The Sorting Hat continued to translate.

They left from the lounge.

Dumbledore paused, and his smile gradually faded: "Harry, maybe, maybe one day I will slowly tell you these things, but not now, I am not ready yet."

"How can you persuade her?" Dumbledore was surprised, "She doesn't look like a righteous person."

"Professor, your youth was much more exciting than I thought." Harry put down the cup.

They made a deal before the first round, and those materials are still in the Sorting Hat. Harry is planning to wait until after Christmas to research new potions with Professor Snape.

"It's just a few days, no rush."

Dumbledore shook his head hesitantly and looked again and again to confirm: "Illusion, I seemed to have misunderstood something just now."

"Harry? Today is not Monday, and it's very late now." Dumbledore said in a surprised tone, "And if you are worried about the dance and you are afraid that you won't be able to dance well, you should go to Professor McGonagall for remedial lessons."

Hermione nodded slightly: "It's me."

Dumbledore didn't pay attention to the personal pronouns used by Harry. He nodded and said with some nostalgia: "He is very powerful. Sybil can open her third eye, but she can only meet certain conditions under certain circumstances, and fate will favor her once."

, speaking the prophecy through her mouth."

"Girls need to dress up." Lavender nudged Ron slightly, "And Hermione is different. She is also the dance partner of the Warrior, so naturally she has to be more careful."

"What's wrong?" Harry asked without changing his expression.

George and Fred carefully cast a beauty spell on him and straightened his hair. Originally, they wanted to hide the scar, but several senior witches chattered and made suggestions and thought it was not necessary at all.

It did not choose to harass every day, but delivered the most fatal blow at the most critical moment.

Professor McGonagall stood in front of the auditorium and waved to Harry: "Warriors, come to me."

They walked over and stood according to their grades.

McGonagall smiled, looked at Harry and Hermione, her eyes full of satisfaction: "You should dress up more, don't just study all day long."
Chapter completed!