A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 648 Hermione is my girlfriend!

"Was that... a student from Hogwarts?"

Standing at the entrance of the hall, gazing at the azure sky, Furong finally came to her senses.

"Yeah, otherwise, which school do you think Ron went to?" William asked in surprise.

"I remember he used some dark magic in the first round, didn't he? Oh dear, I thought he was Durmstrang's student..." Fleur said.

William grinned and said:

"When someone invites you, but you don't even know which school they're from... isn't that a bit hurtful to their self-esteem?"

And...it seems you've gotten two darker skin tones all of a sudden."

Why is the use of dark magic categorized as Durmstrang? They're not some dumping ground for trash.

Even compared to the Black Moe King... the two schools are still one family and equally matched!

Therefore, Durmstrang's reputation was completely damaged; he was an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.

"Am I being sarcastic? You look so happy." Hibiscus looked at William with a beaming smile.

"Is it that obvious?" William touched his face, blinked, and said, "Then I only have one thing to tell you... Please increase the pressure!"

Furong rolled her eyes at him.

She turned her head to look at the girls crowding around the window, almost frantic, many of them even breaking the glass, still pushing and shoving.

I just wanted to come and invite William.

Previously, it was always boys who watched her; this was the first time she had encountered more girls than boys.

Furong snapped out of her daze, tossed her silver hair, and gazed at him with her long, clear eyes.

She finally asked the question: "William, will you be my dance partner?"

William paused for a moment, remained silent for a few seconds, and then politely declined, saying, "If you can beat me, then it's fine."

Furong smiled softly, a slight upturn at the corners of her lips. "What a pity."

William chimed in, "Yes, yes, my strength is passable. Most wizards are no match for me."

Furong feigned anger, raised her hand, and gently poked his forehead with her thumb.

William said seriously, "Don't slap me in the face, I make a living this way."

Furong snorted coldly and turned around gracefully. She paused for a long time before finally breaking the silence:

"William, do you remember the first time we met?"

"I remember," William said with a smirk. "Back then, I was almost bewitched by your 'charm'."

Fortunately, thanks to the principal's reminder, I drank some potion beforehand.

"Unfortunately, it's no longer effective against you."

Furong smiled sweetly, and not only the boys, but even the girls were stunned.

Unfortunately, William didn't turn around.

She asked, "You've already invited Hermione, haven't you?"

William nodded and said, "Yes."

"You really like her, don't you?"

William didn't nod this time, seemingly lost in thought. After a long while, he said softly, "Of course I like it."

The first time I met her, she was being bullied by Annie and she was crying.

No matter how I try to coax him, I can't get over it.

She has a bad personality and hardly any friends.

When I came to Hogwarts, I was the only person he knew, and he clung to me like an octopus.

I couldn't very well kick her out, since I was her only friend.

I thought... Professor Snape could definitely help her change her personality, but I didn't expect her to remain so unlikable.

Sometimes I wonder, is Hermione's stubbornness something she was born with?

Hibiscus didn't find William's rambling annoying at all; on the contrary, she found it amusing.

"We've been like this all along... If Hermione weren't by my side one day, I'd feel really lost."

Furong sighed softly, looking somewhat dejected.

Perhaps if she had met William earlier, everything would have been different?

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Hermione, having left the Gryffindor common room, quickly found William at the entrance of the Great Hall.

Just then, Furong had walked away, and she sneaked over.

She first looked at William's face for lipstick marks, then sniffed his robe like a puppy.

"You smell like her!"

I don't know what brand of dog nose Hermione has, but she can smell this.

"Having chatted with Furong for so long, I'm bound to pick up some of her influence," William explained.

Hermione crossed her arms, gazing at him with an inscrutable expression, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.

William laughed and said, "Ask away if you want."

Hermione pouted and asked cautiously, "Did Fleur invite you just now?"

"Yes, but I refused," William said calmly. "Seeing that she had no one to choose from, I even recommended a dance partner to her."

"Who is it?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"This is a secret between her and me, I can't tell you," William said with a smile.

Hermione glanced around, and mindful of her image, she could only secretly pinch his waist with two fingers.

"Are you going to tell me or not! Huh?!"

"I'd rather die than tell!" William grabbed Hermione's restless hand.

Just then, three students dressed in a sleazy manner rushed towards the two of them, revealing sinister smiles.

Two men and one woman.

Elena Kaslana stood with her hands on her hips, chin held high, and forcefully thrust out her flat, sunken chest, making no attempt to conceal her small breasts.

"What a handsome man! This is my chubby chicken. I'm serious, from today onwards, Stark is my Christmas dance partner!"

He stared at Hermione defiantly.

Evan Mason and MacKay McLean were also staring at her.

Hogwarts has a group of professional extras. Sometimes they are Death Eaters, sometimes they are Dark Wizards.

Occasionally, they can also make cameo appearances as werewolves, vampires, and Dementors.

The characters—hooligans, thugs, scoundrels, Russian barbarians, American nouveau riche, French soldiers, Slytherin students—are portrayed with remarkable realism.

These scumbags are also paid to act in various places.

For example, right now, he's playing the role of a thug in his true colors.

Elena's hand was almost touching William's face, and she was about to take advantage of him, when the hero finally appeared.

Krum quickly walked over.

When he saw William next to Hermione, a look of sadness and disappointment flashed in his eyes.

But it didn't matter, he hired a group of professional shills... to help him create the atmosphere.

Krum believed Harry's advice: "Be careful when inviting people, pay attention to the atmosphere, and be mindful of the timing."

How do you create that atmosphere? By having a hero rescue a damsel in distress, of course!

Then, without even drawing his wand, he cast the spell without a wand, raising his hand from seven or eight meters away.

Mason was as if he had been hit by Avada Kedavra, his feet leaving the ground and crashing into the trash can.

Krum waved his hand lightly again, and Kama fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

Elena was the most flamboyant; as she flew backwards, she professionally shouted, "I'll be back!"

Hermione's lips twitched slightly, and she turned her head away, refusing to look at these idiots.

William reached out and pinched Hermione's chin, gently turning her head back, and chuckled, "It seems Krum came to invite you."

"Yes, yes. It's a pity I'm already yours." Hermione covered her mouth and laughed.

Seeing Hermione and Stark's intimate actions broke Krum's heart.

This is not what we agreed on.

He... no longer believed Harry.

William suddenly reached out and put his arm around Hermione's slender waist, declaring his ownership in front of everyone: "Hermione is my girlfriend and my dance partner."

So please don't invite her anymore, and don't invite me either.

Daphne, who had been pestered by her sister for several days and had finally gotten rid of her, rushed over to invite William, only to hear the terrible news.

She stood in the aisle, tears streaming down her face, and eventually even squatted down and burst into tears, looking extremely pitiful.

The male students who were fortunate enough to witness this scene were all furious at William for walking away... What a scumbag!

Krum glanced at Daphne and found that the girl was quite pretty.

He walked over, about to speak, when he heard a cold, detached word:

"roll!"

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