HP Magic Biography

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"Hush!" Ginny said, very annoyed, "Don't laugh—"

Just then, Hermione crawled in from the hole in the mural.

"Why don't you two eat?" she said, walking over.

"Because—oh, don't say it, the two of them—because they invited girls, but they were both rejected!" Ginny said.

That really shut up Harry and Ron.

"Thank you so much, Ginny." Ron said angrily.

"Are all the beautiful girls invited, Ron?" Hermione said proudly. "Iros∽ looks better and better, do you think? Okay, I believe you will find a partner in the end."

Ron, staring at Hermione intently, as if suddenly looking in a new light. "Ron, Neville is right-you are a very... girl."

"Oh. Very popular, right?" she said sharply.

"Well-you can go with any of us!"

"No, I can't." Hermione interrupted.

"Oh, all right," he said impatiently, "we need a partner! If we don't have one, it will be embarrassing, everyone else has..."

"I can't go with you," Hermione said, blushing, "because I have already answered Uranium to go with someone else."

"No, you lied!" Ron said. "You said that just to get rid of Neville!"

"Oh, is it?" Hermione said with a clasped eye. "That's because you need three years to notice, but it doesn't mean that no one recognizes me as a girl!"

Ron glared at her, then grinned again.

"Okay, all right, we know you are a girl," he said, "all right? Can you go with us now?"

"I already told you!" Hermione said angrily. "I want to go with someone else!"

Then she rushed to the girls' dormitory again.

"She's lying." Ron watched her go out and said affirmatively.

"She didn't." Ginny said calmly.

"So, who is that person?" Ron said sharply.

"I won't tell you, it's her business." Ginny said.

"Okay," Ron said, furiously frustrated, "This is getting boring. Ginny, you can go with Harry, and I can only—"

"No," Ginny said, flushing. "I'm going with— and Neville. He invited me after being rejected by Hermione, and I thought...hey...I can't participate anyway, I'm not in the fourth grade." She looked miserable. Look like. "I want to go to dinner," she said, standing up and walking to the mural hole, dejected.

Ron stared at Harry with wide eyes.

"What's the matter with them?" he asked.

And Harry just saw Pavetti and Levind coming in through the mural. It seems time to take big action.

"Wait." He said to Ron. I got up when I finished speaking, and walked straight to Pawitte, "Pawitte, can you go to the prom with me?"

Pavetti chuckles. Harry was waiting for her to finish smiling, fingers crossed in the pockets of his robe, praying silently.

"Well, all right." She finally answered Uranium, her face flushed.

"Thank you," Harry said, with a sigh of relief, "Levind--can you go with Ron?"

"She's already with Simos," Pavetti said, and the two of them laughed harder.

Harry sighed.

"Do you want to go with Ron?" he said, lowering his voice so that Ron would not hear it.

"Then Hermione. Where's Grinzor?" Pavetti said.

"She will go with others."

Pavetti was taken aback.

"Uh-who?" she asked eagerly.

Harry shrugged. "I don't know." He said. "What about Ron?"

"Hey..." Pavetti said slowly, "I think my sister can... Padma, you know... In Wei Wen Carlo, ask her to see if she wants to go."

"Hey, that would be best," Harry said. "I have news, okay?"

He returned to Ron again, thinking that this dance partner was more troublesome than the prom itself, praying for Paviti. Don't really have a crooked nose for Patty.

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Chapter 23 Christmas Ball

Although there will be a lot of heavy homework during the fourth year of the holiday, when the semester ends, Harry is not in the mood to do it. Instead, he spends the week on Christmas Eve having fun with others. The Griffinton Tower was almost as lively as it was during the semester. At the same time, Fred and George’s light yellow cream has also achieved great success, so in the days after the holiday began, people kept turning into feathers here, However, before long, all the Griffintons learned to treat food given by anyone else with extreme caution, in case there is a light yellow cream hidden in it.

George revealed to Harry that he and Fred are now working on something else, and Harry determined in his heart that he would never accept what Fred and George gave, even if it was fried sweet potato chips. . Because he still can't forget Dudley and his long tongue toffee.

There was a thick layer of snow on both the castle and the ground, and the blue Bisbeton carriage looked like a big, cold, icy pumpkin parked beside the snow-covered gingerbread house— —That is Hagrid’s cabin; and the porthole of the Danmusian ship is covered with ice, and the equipment is snow-white ice. The servant elves are rushing to eat a pile of rich, warm food in the kitchen. There is only Fulu for coaxing stews and delicious puddings. Di Lago seemed to be complaining about something.

"These Hogwarts are too greasy!" When Harry left the hall one night behind her, she was heard grumpyly saying, (Ron hides behind Harry, trying to avoid being spotted by Fulu) . "My dresses don't fit anymore!"

"Oh, it's a tragedy," Hermione said lively when Fulu walked into the entrance hall. "She really cared about herself too much, didn't she?"

"Hermien, who are you going to the prom with?" Ron asked.

He always raised this question to her, and used it to scare her when she was least expecting it, but Hermione just frowned slightly and said, "I won't tell you, you are just teasing me."

"You're kidding, Wesley," said Malfoy, "you are not going to tell me that someone has asked her? Is it the Madble with long molars?"

Harry and Ron were entangled together, but Hermione looked over Malfoy's shoulder and greeted others, "Hello, Professor Snape!"

Malfoy turned pale and stepped back, frantically searching for Snape, who was at the table, tasting the stew.

"Are you a little detective, Malfoy?" Hermione said hurtfully, and then she and Harry and Ron laughed as they walked up the marble stairs.

"Hermien," Ron looked at her, frowning suddenly, "Your teeth..."

"What's the matter?" she said.

"Oh, it's weird... I just saw..."

"Of course—do you think I have the fangs that Malfoy gave me?"

"No, I mean...they are now all...straight and--and normal in size."

Hermione suddenly grinned mischievously when even Harry noticed: the smile was really different from what he remembered.

"Oh... when I ran to Ms. Pomfrey and asked her to shrink them, she held up a mirror and told me to let her vomit when they became normal," she said, "but I But—let her go on a little more," she smiled wilder, "Mom and Dad won’t be too happy, I have tried my best to convince them to let me shrink them for a long time, but they want me to continue wearing orthodontics, you know Yes, the two of them are dentists, they don't think that teeth and magic can—look!

Behind Pi Weijun! "

Ron's little owl screamed frantically on the icicle-laden railing, with a roll of parchment wrapped around its legs. Everyone who passed by pointed to it and laughed, and a group of third-grade girls vomited: "Oh, look at how cute this little owl is!"

"This fool with feathers!" Ron scolded, and grabbed Pi Weijun as he climbed the stairs. "Send the letter to the recipient. Don't make a fool of yourself!"

Pi Weijun put his head out of Ron's fist and screamed happily. The girls in the third grade were shocked.

"Leave quickly!" Ron urged them, waving the Pi Weijun he was holding in his hand. When it flew into the sky, Pi Weijun screamed happier than before. "Take it, Harry." Ron interjected quietly when the group of third-grade girls left in embarrassment. He took Sirius' reply from Pewjun's lap, Harry put it in his pocket, and the two hurried back to Griffinton Tower to read it.

In this ordinary house, everyone is busy releasing more holiday water vapor without noticing what others are doing. Harry, Ron and Hermione sat apart by a black window that was always covered with snow, and then Harry began to read the letter: "Dear Harry: Congratulations on defeating the horntail dragon-this The person whose name is on the cup of fire list, no matter who it is, shouldn’t be too happy now! I’m going to suggest that you use a "deadweet" spell, because the dragon’s weakness lies in its eyes—"This is Karen did it! "Homien whispered.

——But in my impression, your method is better.

But don’t be complacent, Harry, if you only complete one task, anyone will hand you over-if they want to hurt you, because the game will get more opportunities, keep your eyes on the bright spots, especially the person we are talking about When you are around—and try to keep yourself out of trouble. Keep in touch, I want to hear unusual things.

Sirius"

"His tone really sounds like Dobby," Harry said calmly, folding the letter and putting it in his jacket. "Always be vigilant! He thought I was going against the wall with my eyes closed..."

"But he was right, Harry," Hermione said. "You still have two tasks to complete. You should really take a look at the egg, know it, and start to figure out what it means..."

"Hermien, he's getting old," Ron urged. "Let's have a game of chess, Harry?"

"Oh, all right," Harry said. At this moment, he noticed the expression on Hermione's face. He said, "Don't do this, how can I concentrate with these voices interfering? I can't think of the hint of this egg in this place."

"Oh, yes," she sighed, and then sat down to watch them play a chess game because of an exciting chess companion like Ron, plus a pair of desperate brave pawns and a very fierce one. The image is wonderful. Harry woke up suddenly on Christmas Day, trying to figure out what caused him to wake up suddenly, he opened his eyes and saw a huge, round, green-eyed thing staring in the dark. I was so close that my nose was close to my nose.

"Dobby," Harry shouted, crawling away from the elf, almost falling out of bed, "Don't do this!"

"Dobby's sorry, sir!" Dobby screamed anxiously, covering his mouth with his long fingers and stepping back. "Dobby just wants to wish Harry a'Merry Christmas' and bring him a copy. Present, sir! Harry. Potter said Dobby can come and see him from time to time, sir!"

"It's okay." Harry said, panting faster than before, and his heart rate returned to normal. "It's just stimulating me, well, don't bend over me like I did before..."

Harry pulled open the curtain, took the glasses back from the bedside table, and put them on. His yelling awakened Ron, Simos, Dean, and Neville, all of them through their curtains. I can see through the gap, sleepy eyes and messy hair.

"Has anyone attacked you, Harry?" Simos asked sleepily.

"No, Dobby," Harry muttered. "Go to sleep."

"Wh... a gift!" Simos said after noticing a lot of things at the foot of the bed~www.wuxiaspot.com~Ron, Dean, and Neville decided that since they are awake, they might as well get out of bed and take the present Right.

Harry turned back to Dobby, who was standing nervously next to Harry's bed, still worried about the trouble he was causing Harry, and there was a Christmas small hole in the top hole of his teapot holder. Stuff.

"Can Dobby give Harry his gift?" it said tentatively.

"Of course," Harry said, "Uh, I have something for you too."

This is just a lie. He didn't buy anything to give Dobby at all, but he opened his suitcase with a quick motion and took out a pair of socks with non-red bumps. They were the oldest of all his socks. The dirtiest is the dark yellow that once belonged to Uncle Vernon. The reason they have a lot of small bumps is that Harry used to cushion his sail shoes this year. He took out the sail shoes and passed the socks to Dobby, and said, "Sorry, I forgot to wrap them..."

But Dobby is absolutely happy.

"Socks are Dobby's favorite thing, sir!" it said, tearing off the dilapidated pair of legs, and putting on Uncle Vernon's pair. "I have seven pairs now, sir...but , Sir..." he said, and with his eyes wide open, he stretched both socks to the top so that they could reach the bottom of his shorts. "The people in the shop made a mistake, Harry Potter, They gave you two exactly the same!"

"Ah, isn't it, Harry, why didn't you find out?" Ron said, grinning on his bed, which was covered with wrapping paper. "Tell you, Dobby, come here to take these two. You can wear them well together. There is also a pullover."

He threw Dobby a pair of unwrapped socks and a hand-knit sweater that Mrs. Weasley had just given.

Dobby was intoxicated with joy. "Sir is so kind!" he squeaked, tears in his eyes, and deepened towards Ron.