With extraordinary comprehension, I built a floating city at Hogwarts.

Dobby's willingness to give him a gift was indeed touching, but his knocking on the door at the crack of dawn was rather exasperating.

It's one thing if you keep Pokémon and roll them yourself.

He didn't want to see Hogwarts at four in the morning.

Since learning that Cho Chang had accepted someone's invitation, Harry had never felt so listless and uninterested in anything.

Ron glanced at Harry, then suddenly raised his hand and pressed his icy-cold hand against Harry's head.

Harry shuddered and finally woke up from his deep sleep.

He touched his neck, which had almost been broken, and said irritably, "Ron, don't you know this place is soft and brittle? It's so easy to break! If you want to wake me up, just poke me gently, don't use so much force... it really hurts."

"ok, I get it."

Ron shrugged and awkwardly withdrew his hand.

He took his wand and aimed it again at a purple formal robe covered with white lace that looked moldy.

After seeing the dress, Malfoy mocked it, saying it was "still fashionable around the 1790s."

Although Ron dislikes Malfoy, he shares the same view on this matter.

Therefore, he planned to use a transformation spell to change the style of the dress.

However, his transformation magic was really bad. When he used magic, the suit did not turn into the handsome suit he had imagined, but instead turned into a purple evening gown.

At the twins' invitation, Levin went over and sat down on the sofa.

"Levin, what do you think of the Christmas presents we gave each other?" Fred asked, winking.

"A very good result, isn't it?"

Their gift was a financial statement that recorded the income from various alchemical tools and prank items up to Christmas Day.

Levin was their investor, so he naturally had the right to review the accounts.

“That’s a lot of money,” Levin said with satisfaction. “You’ve done a great job this year, and investing in your business was definitely the right decision.”

"How much money did you make?" Harry asked curiously.

“A full two hundred Galleons.” Fred blinked. “Net profit.”

“Yes,” George said smugly, “that’s how Fred got Angelina.”

“Angelina isn’t that kind of person!” Fred said angrily.

"Then why did she keep you hanging for so long before finally agreeing to be with you recently?" George asked curiously.

Fred opened his mouth, but no words came out.

He didn't tell George that they had actually started dating a long time ago, and that the story about him being strung along by Angelina was just a joke he made up to comfort George and play the victim.

Harry was speechless upon hearing the number.

This is too much.

If they continue earning money like this, even the prize money of 1,000 Galleons for the Triwizard Tournament will seem less substantial to them.

"You're so rich, why did you only give me such a cheap gift?" Ron raised his head and complained, "A box of candy. I thought it would be more expensive. I'm your brother."

“Ron, compared to your Christmas presents, ours is already very generous.” George shook his head in disappointment.

“Yeah, at least we didn’t just send a handwritten card…” Fred pouted in dissatisfaction.

“Ron, this is really going too far. Sending only a Christmas card, and one made of parchment at that… How dare you expect us to send you something so expensive?!” George added.

“But…you know my allowance is limited!” Ron said, glaring at the two of them with a hint of helplessness.

“Then you can completely rely on yourself like us,” the two said in unison.

Suddenly, George pointed at Ron and burst into laughter: "My foolish brother, are you really going to listen to Malfoy's advice and become Harry's dance partner?"

“I never expected you to be willing to dance the women’s step,” Fred shook his head and sighed. “But you do have good taste; this style is quite sexy.”

It turns out that after Ron turned the formal robe into a long dress, he wanted to turn it back.

But his shapeshifting was too clumsy; no matter how he tried, the formal dress in his hands couldn't revert back to a men's robe; it just kept changing styles and colors.

Mermaid, strapless, backless, slit... all kinds of evening gowns and dresses have been transformed, dazzling the eyes.

After being ridiculed by Fred and George, Ron finally couldn't hold back anymore, his face turning red as he said, "Don't talk nonsense, I have a dance partner!"

"Oh?" Fred covered his mouth, looking incredulous. "Who's your dance partner? Heloise Midgen?"

“Of course it’s not Eloise, it’s Lavender Brown!” Ron said smugly.

“I just told her this morning, and she immediately abandoned Ximo and wanted to team up with me.”

Fred sighed and rubbed his forehead. "I really don't know what you're thinking, but we're more curious... how could she agree to that?"

“What do you mean?” Ron asked, frowning.

"Has Lavender been drugged or something?" George asked seriously.

"What?!" Ron was stunned.

“Otherwise, why would she have given up on Seamus and accepted your invitation?” Fred shook his head helplessly.

George suddenly shouted, "Watch out!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ron had already swung his wand, and a curse flew viciously toward Fred.

Fred casually waved his wand, easily deflecting the spell.

Just then, the door to the common room was suddenly pushed open, as if a gust of wind had swept in.

Simo walked in, looking furious.

He demanded loudly, "Ron, did you invite Lavender?"

The entire lounge turned to look.

“That’s right, bro.” Ron’s face flushed red, and he stammered a lie, “I just casually invited her, I didn’t expect her to agree…”

"But she agreed to it first!" Simon roared, his eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

“But Lavender said she never promised you anything,” Ron muttered. “You were going to the Christmas party with her, but she never said… just friends… she’s a free agent…”

His voice was barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz, clearly lacking confidence.

Suddenly, Seamus jumped up and punched Ron hard in the face.

Ron screamed as his evening gown flew out of his hand.

He covered his face with his hands, tears welling up in his eyes from the pain.

The twins did not get up; they simply remained seated.

It's so embarrassing that my own brother stole someone else's dance partner.

Ron covered his face and ran towards the dormitory, with Seamus following closely behind.

Harry watched their departing figures, sighed, and immediately followed them.

Although he knew Ron was in the wrong,

Although he also wanted to punch Ron, after all, Ron had secretly found a dance partner behind his back...

But he couldn't just stand by and watch his good friend get beaten up.

One is his best friend, the other is his roommate... Harry is torn between two men!

It's unclear who started it, but soon, a rumor spread throughout Hogwarts:

"Ron and Seamus got into a fight over Lavender."

The Weasley twins, who witnessed the entire incident, had no way to refute it.

After all, the fight between Ron and Seamus really did start because of Lavender.

Rather, even if the rumors were about their own brother, the twins would still stir up trouble and spread the story with exaggerated details.

Lunchtime passed, but Ron and Seamus were nowhere to be seen in the restaurant, which fueled the rumors to spread even more wildly. Harry's absence only made the whole situation more mysterious.

The rumors continued to circulate, eventually escalating into a scene where three boys fought over Lavender's affections.

Lavender Brown, the female protagonist of the incident, seems to be enjoying it all, and has even started bragging about it to others.

It's worth mentioning that even a famous witch like Hermione never experienced people fighting over her; and Fleur, who has Veela blood, never enjoyed such exaggerated treatment.

All of this made Lavender Brown very proud.

Ultimately, Lavender chose Simo again.

This is not just because he was the victor in the duel.

Furthermore, Simo, who was always somewhat strapped for cash, actually gave Lavender a bottle of portable snowflake beer.

No one knew that this portable Snowflake bottle was a private sponsorship from Levin.

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Chapter 342 Trying on a Dress

Just as all sorts of melodramatic soap operas were unfolding at Hogwarts...

The culprit who caused all this had already taken Hermione and hidden in the tower.

Of course, Hermione wasn't the only one who needed Levin's help to prepare her dress.

Besides her, there are Luna and Ginny.

As young wizards not yet in their fourth year, they had received an invitation to Levin's ball, but hadn't prepared any formal attire whatsoever.

The list issued by the school didn't mention this at all.

Gabrielle and Astoria were in the same predicament as them.

But the former has her sister's help and doesn't need Levin's intervention.

The latter is a long-established purebred, with plenty of formal wear at home.

However, Luna and Ginny have run into trouble.

The former's father, Xenophilius, was really unreliable when it came to aesthetics. Expecting him to prepare a dress for Luna would definitely make her the most "beautiful" sight at the ball.