novelraw Chapter 181 Dress (Catching Insects)
Chapter 181 Dress (Catching Insects)
"Miss Potter, stay after class."
This is the last Potions class before the Christmas break.A week after the start of the holidays comes the Yule Ball.Harry is very depressed, it's been a whole week, why can't the Warriors leave school and go home?Even if we come back the night of the Yule Ball.Even if she couldn't go back to the United States, Harry believed that Damian would definitely fly to London for her.
However, the strict secrecy law of the wizarding world requires that every departure of the Hogwarts Express must be closely coordinated by many parties-after all, there are very few people who will work hard to go home like Harley this year, and it is not worthwhile to send a train.
She had been moping the whole class, wondering if Professor Snape had left her to discuss her not paying attention.
Contrary to her expectations, Professor Snape's question was very simple——
"Miss Potter's 'fashionable' gown is ready?"
He bit the word "fashion" viciously. Sure enough, the Potions Professor still cared about Harry's dislike of his "fashion" taste.
Isn't it true that he never wore clothes other than black?Harry groaned secretly.
Forget about the cliché that "black is always in fashion", what an age it is.
Of course Harry didn't dare to say the above thoughts directly to Professor Snape, so he could only nod honestly.
"Can I hope that Miss Potter won't challenge your old potions master's heart in the little matter of dresses?"
Harry blinked, not understanding what he meant.
Snape frowned, and asked as tactfully as possible, "At least it fits the status of a lady?"
"Didn't you learn from those Wayne's gossip girls? Their clothes... always make me suspect that Muggles are short of fabric."
Harry finally understood, she raised her head and assured, "Don't worry, I'm very conservative, Jason bought it for me..."
Snape nodded. Among Wayne's sons, the second child was the most reliable to him...
He crossed his arms, not intending to let Harry go immediately, "I heard that your dancing partner is Ron Weasley?"
Harry thought of Ron, who had been "taken care of" more than usual in this class... almost cried by Professor Snape.
He had never burned a crucible, and for the first time under Snape's coercion, he and Neville made a "crucible killer" magnificently.
"Uh, yes."
Snape glared at Harry, "Why, are you fascinated by his 'tall and handsome'?"
"No..." Harry quickly explained, not only for himself, but also for Ron, "We are just friends. He doesn't have a dance partner, and I don't have a dance partner. It's just a matter of convenience."
Snape expressed reserved satisfaction at Harry's answer.
"He's a nice boy," Harry added.
Well, Snape wasn't satisfied again now.
This problem is actually easy to solve, Snape was planning, when he would write to the sons of the Wayne family to reveal something, naturally someone would rush to Ron - the so-called strategizing and killing with a knife.
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Ron, who had just returned to the boys' dormitory at this time, was besieged. Of course, he didn't expect that besides his peers, he would also be targeted by the terrifying potions professor because of his status as Harley's dance partner...
Those who besieged him included his brothers, Fred and George; there was also a group of Gryffindor boys.
It's impossible for these people to want to be Harley's dance partner, they are all watching the fun, right?
It turns out Ron was right—
"Little Ronnie—" Fred put his arm around his shoulders.
"Dear brother—" George put his arms around the other side.
So Ron was firmly under control.
"You know our little 'joke products'? Canary biscuits, tongue taffy." Fred laughed wickedly.
"You also know that the orders we take... also include fixed-point delivery." George smiled very sinisterly.
"In the past two days, we have received a total of ten orders, and you are called to punish you." Fred pinched Ron's face.
"As your own brother," George said hypocritically, "we didn't want to pick him up."
"However, one of the anonymous buyers kept pushing up the price tenfold." Fred shook his head, looking sadly at the sky.
"So, eat this canary biscuit." George put a biscuit to Ron's mouth.
"You'll only be a canary for a few seconds." Fred pinched Ron's face again.
"And your brother will earn ten Galleons for this." The last sentence was said by the two in unison...
"Why?!" Ron threw his head back vigorously, avoiding the biscuit that was about to be stuffed into his mouth, while shouting and questioning in grief.
"You don't know?" Seamus Finnigan sat on a bed opposite him, hugged his belly and laughed, "This is the inevitable price for you to be Harley's partner."
The biscuit had been stuffed into Ron's mouth by the twins...
In the boys' dormitory that Harry didn't know about, according to the ten orders of the twins, Ron became a canary five times, grew a big tongue twice, and spit out the immature quick-acting skipping sugar for three times...
Colin Creevey took all the photos, and Fred cast a spell on them—destroy them ten seconds after opening.Wrap them separately and send them to these "scheduled delivery" buyers.
These time-limited photos are just to prove to the paying buyer that Ron is really messed up and can't leave a black history for his brother.
"Thank you for your selfless service to our business." Fred patted Ron on the back.
George rubbed Ron's hair, "It's like it was written in one of Percy's Muggle philosophy books - the primitive accumulation of capital is cruel."
Poor Ron doesn't have time for them right now - he's throwing up.
"Mum is very happy to know you will be Halle's partner," Fred wrote back to the buyer. "She cut out your 'tall and handsome' report, put it in a frame, and hung it on the kitchen."
"We wanted to use this money to buy you another dress, after all, you're going to be opening with Harley the Warrior—but Ginny...needs it more than you do."
"Woo... woo..." Ron nodded as he spat.
George handed him a stack of tissues, "Don't worry, buddy, everyone's attention will not fall on you then. The four warriors can completely cover your purple skirt."
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As for Ron himself, others, even Neville, didn't quite understand why he was willing to endure so much trickery and malice just to dance with Harry.
Neville asked Ron, but Ron just hummed and didn't answer directly.
His mother told him to take care of Harry like Ginny, and Ron thought he had to do it.
And he naturally understood that Harley was only looking for him for convenience, and anyone but him would cause unnecessary trouble for Harry.
Fortunately, these malice have gradually subsided as the Christmas ball approached—after all, if these boring boys spend their energy on him, they will have no chance and time to find a satisfactory dance partner before Christmas Eve.
On the day of the dance, even though the ceremony didn't officially start until eight o'clock in the evening, the entire castle was shrouded in an impetuous and excited atmosphere.
It was mostly girls, and Ron was horrified that girls could be so hysterical - over hair accessories that weren't ready and dresses that suddenly wouldn't fit in half a year.
Fortunately, some Gryffindor girls around him are normal and not crazy.I also had a snowball fight with their boys in the field.
At this time the castle was completely covered in ice and snow, and Beauxbaton's light blue carriage looked like a big frost-hit pumpkin; Rime, like a Muggle snow globe Hermione had sent him once - and there was a ship in it.
Neither Hermione nor Harry was on the snowball fight team - Hermione wasn't interested; and Harry wasn't allowed to be on either team, just to be fair.With her accuracy and strength, one snowball can almost knock down a person.
The girls patted their school gowns at five o'clock and were about to say goodbye, saying they were going to get ready for the prom.
"You guys need three hours?!" Ron couldn't believe it.
But the girls looked at him the same way they looked at Hagrid when they heard what he said.
"I hope you'll take at least ten minutes, Ron, and you're opening with Harley!" said Hermione sternly.
Ron shrugged noncommittally—just put on the gown, and it took less than 10 minutes.
He doesn't want to be as greasy as Malfoy.
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Halle walked into the dormitory with the girls, talking and laughing, and the long process of makeup and finishing, with friends, would be much more interesting.
She unconsciously reached under the bed and pulled out the box that had been cursed with space expansion, and her dress was laid flat inside.
Waiting for her to unzip the black dust bag——
"Holy...shit!!! What is this!"
Harry couldn't help but burst into American foul language.Grandpa Afu will definitely frown and be dissatisfied when he hears it, but... Harley really hopes that Grandpa Afu can be here, even if she has to be punished...
Because... Grandpa Ah Fu will definitely find a way to solve the dress problem!
Holding a never-before-seen silver dress out of the dust bag, she couldn't believe her eyes.
The gown is adorned with tiny glitter sequins, and has a plunging V-neckline (no, it's a "giant V") under thin shoulder straps... the fabric disappears from where it just covers the bottom of the thighs, Instead, there are dense silver tassels. As long as the wearer moves a little, the thighs will be looming in the tassels...
Except for her own eyes...Harry couldn't believe her IQ even more—why did she just take it out before the dance, even if she checked it once before, the emergency situation like now wouldn't happen!
Not only Harley, but even Queenie wanted to say "holyshit".
"Oh my god, Harley are you going to wear this?!"
Hermione came closer, her face was reddened by the dress, "Which side is the front and which side is the back...the opening is so big..."
"There's...nothing in between?" Lavender stretched out his fingers and dangled at the neckline, as if checking whether there was any fabric invisible to the naked eye in the Muggle dress, "This is...you want to show it." Chest?"
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*It is speculated that magic cannot change the style of clothes at will. If so, the Weasley family will not worry about the children's clothes.And Ron's Yule Ball dress won't be so ugly anymore.
The size should be changeable. In Ha 4, Ron told Dobby that he would give him the sweater his mother knitted this year, and said that the size might need to be changed.
*Halley’s dress can refer to Gadot’s Oscar this year, it also has a style of the 20s, the figure is a problem...Gadot itself is not plump.