Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 648 The Upcoming Christmas Ball

In the end, Neville still told the story of Hagrid.

Because as Ron said, "Hannah can't keep secrets."

Therefore, passing the real news to her can help dispel rumors to some extent.

But more importantly, Harry didn't want to talk about his peripheral products any further.

He was really confused just now.

He actually took the initiative to bring it forward.

Neville was right about one thing.

That's his endorsement product: wizard robes, cauldrons, stain remover ink bottles, all with a GIF of him on the cover showing his muscles bulging and his upper body exposed after his robes were torn apart on the field.

The so-called design drawings of personal peripherals that can be selected by individuals.

As far as he was concerned, there was little choice.

All naked.

For this purpose, he even went to see Krum and Elvas.

Theirs was completely different from his.

There are all kinds.

There is Krum stretching out his right hand to summon a broom, and there is another one that gets off the broom after his victory on the broom before turning into a shadow.

Elvas's is richer because his game time is the longest, and he even has a donkey rolling in it.

For this reason, Harry wrote a letter to Skywalker Alchemy Workshop to inquire about the reason.

For example, maybe some of his product design drawings were sent down.

But the reply I received was only a ridiculously detailed data analysis chart.

His every smile and frown, every muscle movement on the court was recorded.

The data in the graph given to him is far ahead of the others.

So there is no other option.

If you have to change it, the others are also nude pictures.

Because he himself never wore a robe on the field.

So, in the end, Harry chose not to change.

As a result, witches at Hogwarts began using products featuring his bulging muscles, ripped collar, and moving portrait.

Among them, the one who used it most frequently was Ginny.

The second was Colin Creevey.

A wizard!
But after asking Michael to ask around and learning that Harry didn't like men, Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Before this, he never thought that his male fans would be so crazy.

Like Anthony I admire him a lot.

But I don’t see Anthony buying these products to support him.

After all, the cover is too philosophical.

But Harry didn't have time to lament about this.

Because, after the Charms class.

Professor Flitwick made an announcement.

"The Yule Ball is coming up - a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament.
It is also a great opportunity for us to interact with foreign guests.

That's it,
The dance is open only to students in the third grade and above - but if you like, you can invite a junior -"

Harry noticed that Ryan, who was playing with Hermione, rolled his eyes.

His mind was now completely entangled in one thing.

That means Ryan can't escape this time.

Except for Luna, Ryan's other girlfriends all meet the requirements to participate directly.

Even Luna could go to the ball by invitation.

Yet he didn't know it was.

Ryan rolled his eyes because he felt it was unfair.

Original world line.

Harry is a warrior.

fourth grade.

At that time, the minimum participation requirement for the dance was fourth grade.

Harry is now in his third year.

The conditions for participating in the dance have also changed.

Good guy.

I guess the old man Dumbledore wanted to help Harry fall in love.

But it makes sense.

After all, the most powerful magic in this world is love.

The most brilliant way to practice magic is to fall in love. This is a secret that Voldemort, a single man, cannot grasp.

As Harry is closer to Dumbledore than his own grandson, Dumbledore will naturally make things convenient for him.

On the other side, Professor Flitwick continued, "Please wear your formal gowns. The ball will be held in the Great Hall at 8 o'clock on Christmas evening and will end at midnight. Listen--"

Professor Flitwick excitedly jumped down from the pile of books that served as a height increase in the classroom, "This Yule Ball is invaluable.

You must participate and prepare carefully.

After all, the Final Four Tournament is the first in history.

Even if there is another one in the future, you may have graduated by then.

Or just the Triwizard Tournament."

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, except for Ryan who was being pestered by Hermione and was talking about something unknown.

As usual, everyone stuffed their books into their backpacks and threw them over their shoulders. The classroom was bustling with activity.

Professor Flitwick raised his voice above the noise, "Harry - please stay for a moment. I need to say a few words to you."

Harry was about to approach Ryan to watch the fun.

All they could do was watch Ryan, who seemed to have discovered something, and pull Hermione out of the classroom.

Professor Flitwick and the rest of the class left (Ron wanted to stay and listen, but Neville pulled him away).
Then he said: "Harry, the warriors and their partners--"

"What partner?" said Harry.

Professor Flitwick suddenly laughed and patted his head. "The partner you took to the Yule Ball,

Harry, your dancing partner.

But I almost forgot.

You're engaged!

It's Ginny from our college.

There's no need for me to even mention the matter of a dance partner.

If I had known, I would have asked Mr. Weasley to stay as well.

He was so depressed when Longbottom dragged him away just now!" Harry felt a little embarrassed.

This was the first time a professor mentioned that he was engaged.

"Dancing partner?" He felt himself blushing, "It must be Ginny.

But I can't dance," he said hastily.

"Oh, you have to dance," said Professor Flitwick, with a wink (and it suddenly occurred to Harry that it was not as if Professor Flitwick was winking at him), "Ginny will teach you that. All girls can dance."

Seeing that Harry was still a little hesitant, he quickly added: "I have to tell you this.

Traditionally, the dance was opened by the warriors and their partners.”

In Harry's mind,

Suddenly, everyone was waving cups with a picture of his shirt ripping on them.
Watching him and Ginny dancing in the final scene on the dance floor.

It's a bit romantic at times though.

He was even a little moved.

But the shame overcame all of this, "Can I not lead the dance?

I mean, I'd dance with Ginny. That's for sure.

But if we start the dance, there will be a lot of people watching us -

I mean, Ginny is very thin-skinned, and I'm afraid she won't be able to handle it."

"I can!"

"Ginny!" Harry's heart skipped a beat.