Chapter 192 I have to show off to Godric (For the All Stars Gone Away and the Moon Xu Xing Alliance Leader! 1045)

They stayed by the Black Lake until the dance was over.

Wait until you enter the castle.

Ron was still waiting at the door of the auditorium, while Lavender yawned and leaned aside.

"Harry, Hermione, you are finally back." Ron muttered, "Where have you been?"

"Going out on a date." Harry answered simply, "Maybe the three of us are not a good match."

Ron was stunned, blushed and shook his head: "That's not what I meant! I didn't have that idea either. It's just that you came back a little late and missed a lot of things."

He was about to continue.

Two people approached and the light hit their faces.

"What's going on with you two?" Ron was surprised, "Hermione, why are your faces so red? Are you sick?"

"No." Harry declined politely.

Ron limped behind Harry and walked toward the grand staircase together: "Harry, you really missed a lot of things."

"What are you doing?" Ron felt a little aggrieved.

She believes too much in divination and is one of the few ardent fans of Professor Trelawney in Hogwarts.

Then he took out the motorcycle from his pocket.

As if extracting a memory, the wand activated and pulled out a small piece of silver thread.

Ron sighed: "I don't think Veela should have that kind of function."

Harry shook his head.

Hermione looked at Harry.

"That's such a pity." Ron sighed, "Hagrid didn't know what was going on. He came back crying and drank dozens of barrels of wine. The house elves had to show up to give it to him.

liquor."

Harry took out his wand and pointed it at the Sorting Hat: "Don't move now."

Even Harry, in order to copy the Sorting Hat's ideas, consulted Godric and Dumbledore many times, and only dared to start after thoroughly understanding its structure.

"Let me see which little wizard it is." Filch smiled wildly. Halfway through his words, he saw the people in the room and a bunch of strange things. He was stunned for a while and stammered: "Oh

,Mr. Potter, why is it you."

Harry patted the motorcycle gently: "Wait until tomorrow to get familiar with your new body. You are too easy to make a big fuss. Filch is so busy. If you want to provoke other professors, you won't be able to use this for a while."

With a new body.”

Lavender shook his head and looked displeased: "He should pray to Ms. Delacour first before confessing, and Ms. Delacour is very angry tonight. Her dance partner has embarrassed her so much, how could she give

shelter."

"Mr. Dumbledore?" Filch nodded, his tone softening, "Then I won't disturb you."

The Sorting Hat sighed: "This is much better. It was like the sun just now."

An ancient atmosphere flows into the motorcycle.

Harry and Hermione hesitated to speak.

The accelerator was twisted, and it slammed into Ron.

"Okay." Harry whispered.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, Harry waved his wand and lifted it up with the Transfiguration Charm.

Ron and Hermione were both a little confused.

Lavender stepped on Ron's foot hard, causing him to scream in pain.

"What about this?"

Ron continued excitedly: "And Hagrid, did you meet Hagrid when you were out on a date?"

"Would you like to try it?" Harry stretched out his hand as an invitation.

There was a click, and the headlights flashed: "This perspective, oh, it feels a bit strange, a bit too bright."

At that time, I was just worried that I would not have a dance partner. If someone invited me, I would definitely agree. Lavender was not ugly, and she was considered an outstanding one among the little witches, but she might have some problems with her brain circuitry.

Then he circled his motorcycle, activating the alchemy formations and spells one after another, leaving only the last core. He waved his hand, and Hermione handed the bottle over.

Harry carefully poured his thoughts into his core.

Ron subconsciously hid aside.

Lavender continued: "It's his girlfriend, oh, I should say it's his ex-girlfriend."

It wasn't that he didn't want to hide it for Hagrid, but Hagrid's performance was a bit too exaggerated. In the Care of Magical Creatures class, Maxim's name would be mentioned more than ten times, and he would praise the magical horses, which made the Yeqi who cooperated with him in class all

It was very delicious, and the act of being coquettish to him - throwing hoofs to tear people apart, to Hagrid, was indeed just a painless act of coquettishness.

They went all the way back to the dormitory.

Wait until night.

Harry took Hermione and Ron out of the lounge and found an abandoned classroom.

Following his words, the button was flicked, and the dazzling high beam turned into a slightly softer low beam.

The Sorting Hat muttered: "Okay, okay."

Tick ​​tock, the right turn signal comes on.

A tap of the wand.

"Illusion." Harry said concisely.

Harry was careful not to destroy this layer of structure, and inserted the wand deep into the core.

There was a flow of breath in the hat, which flowed through time and space and poured into the motorcycle.

After a while, there was a buzz——

The Sorting Hat immediately opened his eyes and shook his body: "Is this okay? I feel nothing, just like being bitten by a mosquito."

Ron lowered his head, wanting to cry but not having any tears, and working hard to get stronger.

The thought was extracted, and Harry carefully put it into the bottle and placed it in Hermione's hand.

Hermione felt a little regretful: "Hagrid seems to have failed in his confession?"

He said, closed the door and backed out.

When a button is pressed, a clear and loud flute sounds.

After preparing for so long, this mount has reached the final step.

"Confession, what confession?" Lavender's eyes lit up.

"My new body is so handsome." As soon as it opened its eyes, it opened its mouth to praise.

"Professor Flitwick failed to dissuade him!"

"After getting drunk, I hugged Professor Dumbledore and cried. The Weird Sisters couldn't bear it anymore, so they cast a silencing spell on him. It took several rounds of spells to take effect."

Harry and Hermione exclaimed in unison.

Ron hit the wall hard, clutching his chest, with lingering fear: "You can't do this! I'm very good to you. I usually help you take a bath."

Lavender was stunned and counted on his fingers: "So the reason why I can successfully invite you is because I am Hermione's roommate and I have already been exposed to Hermione's good luck?"

"You can try the low beam." Harry stood in front of Hermione, "The high beam is a bit dazzling."

The Sorting Hat has honestly become like an ordinary hat. As a hat that has been implanted into the mind of the Four Giants and has been functioning normally for thousands of years, it is a great magic tool and a magic spell cast by ordinary wizards.

It is difficult to take effect on it.

As it spoke, it looked at the motorcycle: "Is this my other body?"

The Sorting Hat chuckled and pushed himself up again: "That's what Godric is like, he's not even as serious as Salazar."

Ron got up at noon and came over with his homework.

He took off the sorting hat and put it aside.

Hermione was a little reluctant to end the day, and it wasn't until the fire in the fireplace became faint that she said goodbye to Harry and went back to the dormitory to sleep.

"Miss Delacour's dance partner was beaten, pinned to the ground and beaten."

This saved Harry a lot of time.

Harry said calmly: "That's Hermione's credit."

Ron slapped his hands: "That's it!"

He whispered a spell.

An alchemical formation was running in the Sorting Hat. After a while, the filament copied another one and re-entered the core of the Sorting Hat. This was Gryffindor telling him that in order to prevent the Sorting Hat from being damaged, it was necessary to
To be continued...