Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 655: Friendship Deteriorates - Approach

Except for Ginny, other witches who had a good relationship with their boyfriends and had strong willpower were able to control themselves.

But for Ryan, it was a bit embarrassing.

Because, among the witches who had the confidence to face him without feeling inferior and looked up at him, there were too many familiar faces.

Well known.

Kate is very well-informed.

Correspondingly, the shadows she borrowed came from a wide range of sources.

Plus her current physical strength.

Ryan didn't dare to say that he had had some negative distance contact with these witches to some extent.

But that's about it.

Among them, Ryan is more familiar with the twins.

Because Kate likes to switch around and let Ryan guess who her appearance refers to.

And it's beautiful.

The only ones who meet this condition are Padma and Parvati.

There were only the Montgomery sisters in the second grade.

They are a pair of beautiful twins.

All Gryffindors.

In the original world line, they also had a little role.

When Harry was in sixth year, their little brother was bitten by the werewolf Fenrir Greyback.

Because their mother refused to help the Death Eaters.

Their younger brother was only 5 years old and died in St. Mungo's Hospital because he was too young.

In addition, Ryan was also impressed by Angelina Johnson.

Although she is black, she is good-looking.

This is different from the so-called pretty faces that Hollywood deliberately selected before Ryan traveled through time and did not conform to the public's aesthetic standards.

She is a Chaser, with a special healthy beauty and just the right amount of muscles.

In short, it's particularly exciting to be with Kate's version of her.

Of course, Hannah, Pansy, Ginny and others were not among them.

They just didn't look like what Ryan was looking for.

When Ryan was emptying his mind, trying his best not to let it become too yellow.

Harry was immersed in Ryan's grace at the moment.

Harry felt his heart skip a beat.

When he saw Ryan, he finally understood Dumbledore's thoughts a little.

If it's Ryan, then he can do it too.

Ryan was wearing a silver-gray satin robe, simple and elegant.

But it didn't affect his beauty at all.

His face is very white.

But it was neither pale nor bleak.

It is a color as crystal clear and moist as white jade.

Although his eyes were a terrifying white.

But on his face, he looked particularly harmonious.

It's like a bright and shining moon.

His hair was a black color that seemed to absorb all the light.

This, together with his glowing skin and eyes, creates a unique yet universal beauty.

This aesthetic tends to be neutral.
Not as masculine and gentle as the sun that shines upon the world,

Nor is it as soft and closed as the moon shining alone in the dark night.

It is only given to people,
A feeling,
This is the ultimate expression of beauty.
This is beauty itself.

He held Furong's hand and walked slowly.

But when she came over, it was like the goddess of beauty descended upon the earth.

This is His temple on earth.

Furong, who was standing beside him, was wearing the same silver-gray satin robe as Ryan.

But no longer dazzling.

She is still as beautiful as ever, and her every frown and smile is captivating.

If Ryan hadn't been there, she would have been the focus of the crowd.

But now she is like the green leaves beside the flowers.

Although it is bright and green, it is just a foil.

"Harry. Harry!" It's Draco!
He pushed Harry's back.

"Oh! Thank you!" Harry quickly turned his eyes away from Ryan. He seemed to be about to turn into Dumbledore.

Draco was wearing a high-collared black velvet robe, and Harry thought he looked like a parish priest.

Pansy, wearing a light pink robe with many ruffles, held Malfoy's arm tightly and buried her head in his arms like Ginny.

Crabbe and Goyle were both dressed in green, like two large moss-covered rocks. They were all alone and seemed to have no dance partners.

As Harry watched Draco and his friends, Draco started pushing and shoving Ron again.

But the strange thing was that Ron's eyes were looking at Harry.

"Hey! Ron Weasley! What do you mean?" Ginny, who was immersed in Ryan, finally broke free from her restraints.

Now she just felt that the hat was a little green.

When Ron was attracted by Ryan's undoubted beauty, it was not Lavender in his arms that he chose to use to break free.

But Harry.

Her boyfriend.

This is a subconscious action and I can't lie.

"Harry, are you serious about taking a half step back?" Ron ignored Ginny's questioning.

He has long been used to it.

His friendship with Harry,
From birth,

From the first grade till now,

Many wizards have made ridiculous speculations about it.

Although this is a bit rude.

But Ron thought it was Dumbledore's fault.

What really hurt him now was Harry's subconscious action of taking half a step back towards him.

And it seemed that without his reminder, Harry didn't realize it.

This is a subconscious action, and it cannot be faked.

"Ah, I see Professor McGonagall.

She is the vice-president and she will host the dance!" Harry hurriedly pulled Ginny through the nearly demented students.
Walk towards Professor McGonagall.

The door to the front hall is now open.

A lawn in front of the castle was turned into a cave.
There are hundreds of living fairies inside.

Twinkling with charming fairy lights,
They may sit among the rose bushes conjured by magic,
Or flapping his wings over the statue,

The statues appear to be Santa Claus and his reindeer.

As Harry approached,
He also realized later that
He wasn't just moving closer to Professor McGonagall.

Still getting closer to Ryan and the others.

His subconscious took control of him and he moved closer to them.

However, this also allowed him to hear Furong's voice.

Her voice is still pleasant and full of sexy French accent.

But it couldn't make his heart move again.

After getting close to Ryan, the elegant aura around him made him pay more attention to the content of Furong's words.

“This design is plagiarized.

The entire castle and the lawn in front of it.

I saw him when I came to your house for Christmas."

Then came Ryan's voice.

“Is there a possibility.

It was I who foresaw these images and transformed them into the decoration of the castle."

Ryan's foresight and its content did not surprise Harry.

He just held Ginny's hand tightly now.

He found that his heart, which was trembling because of Ryan, did not stop beating.

Ryan's clear, textured voice awakened that forbidden feeling.

"You're blushing like a bubble teapot, Harry!" Ryan's voice rang out again.

However, this time it was like a cool spring that poured into his just burning heart.

He finally came to his senses.

He found himself almost buried in Ginny's breasts.

Ryan's words came to my ears again.

It seemed to be directed at Furong.

“I just said, I still need to tone down my charm.

Otherwise this Christmas party will be a failure.

And Dumbledore will be here soon."

(End of this chapter)