novelraw Chapter 185 The Christmas Ball (4) (Catching Bugs)
Chapter 185 The Christmas Ball (4) (Catching Bugs)
"That golden egg," Cedric lowered his head and whispered in Harry's ear, "did you untie it?"
"Well," said Harry, "thank you for the...you know."
The brown-haired warrior boy smiled, the laughter seemed to come from his chest, he continued to whisper in Harry's ear, his breath blowing through the broken hair in her ear, "Perhaps you will think, I should express it more clearly of……"
"But, that's a pretty long mermaid song."
"Your reminder is very clear. Besides, I am very honored to experience a special treatment." Harry swayed with his footsteps, and said jokingly, "It's not bad to be a prefect, just being able to use this room The bathroom is worth it."
She then looked up with sly eyes, "Oh, just to remind you, do you know that Myrtle watched you take a shower?"
"What?" Cedric's footsteps missed a beat.
Harley recalled Myrtle's exact words word by word, "She said that when you were thinking about the golden egg, 'lay there, talking to yourself, thinking about it for a long time. A long, long time... ...almost all the bubbles disappeared...'".
She puts sentence accents on "a long, long time" and "the bubbles are all gone".
"Since she said that and still used such...a psychedelic expression, I guess she saw everything...what she should have seen and what she shouldn't have seen." Harry blinked.
Cedric's face turned red and white.
"I don't know!" he asked nervously, "Is she always there?!"
"It should be. She said that this is the first time she has taken the initiative to talk to people."
Cedric frowned, and Harry suspected that he was counting how many times he had taken a shower since he became a prefect, "I have to write to the school's legal team..." He breathed a sigh of relief, "She also Peeping at you... sorry, Harry, I didn't know there was a leak in the prefect's bathroom..."
Harry shrugged, "I guess she just peeked at me because she was bored - there were no other boys to watch at that time, so she had to come to see me... She and I are girls, and she can see me How? At most, compare the figures."
Myrtle still misses Uncle Clark, and Harley tells her that Uncle Clark's children are all 14 years old.
Chatting and dancing with Cedric was very enjoyable, and Halle didn't feel any pressure and unnaturalness.
At the end of the song, he kissed the back of Harry's hand seriously, led her to the seat, and left gracefully.
Harry just took a sip of butterbeer and swept away a beetle on the table, when Malfoy suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and extended a standard dance invitation gesture to Harry—
"May I ask Miss Potter to dance with you?"
"I'm tired, Malfoy." Harry replied flatly, at least she remembered to say "tactfully" when she refused this time.
Malfoy looked at her with a calm expression—somewhat mysterious, even.
He leaned close to Harry's ear, and Harry was trying to get away—
"Then...Miss Potter can tell me," he paused, and then said something that made Harry's hair stand on end—
"Does the R on the chest of your uniform stand for something?"
Harry only panicked for a few seconds. She turned her head to look coldly into Malfoy's gray eyes, and asked softly, "Are you threatening me?"
Digging through all his memories at the same time, trying to figure out how Malfoy knew... oh, the Quidditch World Cup...
"Fortunately, I saved you, Malfoy." Harry clenched his fists, "Is this how you Slytherins repay your savior?"
Draco winced at Harry's undisguised disgust.
"No..." he explained incoherently, "I just...wanted to get your attention."
"I swear I won't tell it... Your secret is absolutely safe with me." And he used the most honest look he could make.
Harley quietly looked at the blond boy who suddenly lost his pride in front of him, and sighed quietly in his heart—it's unnecessary...don't let others step down.Several people have already pointed out the strange situation in which the two of them are now.
Malfoy was just an ordinary kid.
She held out her hand to the blond boy and nodded.
Malfoy's expression brightened instantly.
The dance moves of the Slytherin boy were more standard than Cedric's, and Harry thought it was not difficult to understand - an heir of a pure-blood family who meticulously applied hairspray every day must have been trained in various etiquettes since childhood.
In the embarrassment of silence, the two inexplicably maintained their elegant and harmonious dance steps.
"You are beautiful today." Draco finally squeezed out a well-regulated compliment in the long silence.
"Thank you." Harry's answer was also very simple.
(She almost responded with "Aren't I usually beautiful?"... Verbal disputes have become a daily routine for her and Malfoy, and suddenly they coexist peacefully, and Harley is even a little unaccustomed to it...)
It wasn't just that Harry wasn't used to it, the crowd the two passed by had their jaws dropped a long time ago - a Slytherin and a Gryffindor actually held hands and danced together instead of fighting with wands?Is the end of the world coming?
Malfoy was not short, Harry was just over 1.7 meters tall in high heels, and the pale nose of the blond boy was right on her forehead.
"I'm sorry... I was... well," Malfoy swallowed, "I sincerely apologize for all the offenses I have been to Miss Potter before."
"I accept your apology...but, you started to think about it because you knew that I saved you." Harry said blankly, "Your gesture...is too purposeful, Malfoy."
"I am indeed quite naive in many cases, I admit it," Malfoy sighed, "These excuses are useless..."
"I just want to ask - can you give me another chance?"
At this time, the Weird Sisters just finished playing the piece, and Harry and Malfoy naturally stopped as well.
She looked at the boy's expectant eyes, "I don't understand what your 'opportunity' refers to—I didn't regard you as a mortal enemy in the first place. And I know today that you are not bad at heart, Malfoy."
"But if you need, we can get to know each other again." She reached out her hand and shook Malfoy's, as if in some kind of business ceremony, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Malfoy."
"I'm happy too, Miss Potter." Malfoy cocked his mouth.
After that, Harley didn't relax right away.Justin Finchrey invited her after Malfoy left, dancing and tactfully bragging to Harry about his father's castles all over England, about being a Muggle who almost went to Eton True noble——
"Have you been to Warwickshire in early autumn, Miss Potter?" Justin suggested casually, "You really should go and experience the beauty there. Also, by the way, my family has a Castle, you are welcome to stay anytime."
"If you are still interested in castles, my family also has one outside of London. Dad said I could live in it when I was studying at Eton College, and I was about to collapse." Justin waved his hands exaggeratedly, "Who would live in a castle, Dad? ! Are you right, Harley?"
Harry nodded politely.
It was Krum who came to invite Harley after Justin.
Harry looked around, and finally found Ron, who was stiff like a wax figure, holding Hermione's hand carefully, moving timidly to avoid stepping on her feet.
"Wow, Ron actually..." Harry smiled like a loving old mother, "I'm so happy for him."
"Why are you happy?" Krum's brows may never have been opened.
"Uh, nothing." Harley cut it off just in time, she'd better not get involved in this love triangle.
"You dance very well," Krum's tone was flat, like a boring sports commentator, grading Halle's moves. "You also play Quidditch very well."
"Uh, thanks?"
The song is very dynamic, and Krum, although a silent man, is more of an athlete who is not afraid of the limelight and loves to show off his skills.
Obviously, he will also go all out in dancing, without reservation...
Harley felt the cue of his movement, and then, before she was ready, he turned her away... and turned her back holding hands.
"You dance like a dragon - crisp and neat." After Halle turned back and barely followed Krum's footsteps, the star commented.
Harry guesses that counts as a compliment...
After the dance was over, he bowed to Harry with one hand behind his back, "It's an honor to have you as my opponent, Miss Potter."
The amount of exercise for one dance with Krum is equivalent to three dances. Harry fanned the wind with his hands and planned to rest.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed several boys secretly looking at her, and one of them had already started to straighten his collar, walking towards her as if he was about to duel with someone...
Harley didn't want to be too narcissistic, but she could also tell that these people... were about to come over and invite her.
Could breaking the heel of one of your high heels turn everyone down once and for all?
She just put the tip of her wand on the heel of her shoe—
"Potter! What are you doing! Don't you know you can't bend over in this dress?!"
Professor Snape's distraught voice came from above Harry's head.
The Yule Ball was a total ordeal for the Potions Master, who had already failed almost half the school boys' final Potions grades.
Originally, he thought that he had survived smoothly, didn't explode, and was about to be proud of his control, but that silly girl Potter lowered her head and didn't know what she was playing with.
Because of this action, the scenery on the chest attracted another wave of boys——
In order not to be interviewed by Dumbledore for failing the potion grades of all Hogwarts boys, Snape angrily stood in front of Harry, blocking all malicious eyes.
"Uh," Harry whispered, blinking, "I'm going to break my heels."
Snape frowned, and immediately figured out what Harry meant.
"That's not enough." Afterwards, he sat straight at an arm's length away from Harry, like a statue, scaring away all the boys who wanted to invite Harry to dance with his death gaze.
However, there were very few boys from Beauxbatons or Durmstrang who didn't know the heights of the world, and they were all shouted back by Snape——
"I'm discussing homework with Potter!"
Harry wisely said nothing.Ron was too scared to come back to Harry.In the second half of the dance, she was finally able to spend leisurely in drowsiness and daze...
After the prom, time flies - the library is overcrowded after Christmas as almost all the students finally remember the homework they have left behind.
Harry glumly followed Hermione and Queenie into the Great Hall for her first breakfast of the new term - she really only returns to Gotham once a year!
As soon as she stepped into the auditorium with her front foot, there was a sneer from her back foot.Harry turned around and found the Slytherin girls headed by Pansy Parkinson.
She shrugged and continued walking, but was stopped by a magazine stretched out.
"Read the special report, Potter, by Rita Skeeter," said Parkinson maliciously, "and you'll find surprises—or would you rather hear me read?"
Hermione took the magazine for Harry, it was "Wizard Weekly".
She opened it, and Harry glanced at—
"The Secret of the Triwizard Tournament - Part [-] - The Servant of the Golden Girl"
"As the wizarding community already knows, our golden girl, Harriet Potter, who grew up in the Muggle world, lost all her virtues and integrity as a wizard in the luxurious and unrestrained America. , was raised to be a savage and beautiful princess.
Facts have proved that our princess is not satisfied with the huge wealth she has - she is obviously an ambitious girl, and, more than anyone else, she understands her own charm, and she is not stingy with revealing her breasts The breasted dress showed her proud capital, playing with the applause of a group of simple and simple wizards.
(Harry Potter dress photo below)
'This is a very immoral behavior. As a warrior, Harry Potter should have shown the reserved and elegant style of Hogwarts girls. As a girl from the same school, I regret the reputation of Hogwarts. '——Miss Pansy of the Parkinson family complained to the reporter. "
Hermione was already furious when she saw this, "You're so kind, Parkinson! You're not ashamed to say that? If you used the right magic on your dress yesterday, it would have a see-through effect!"
Harry calmly continued to read——
"Last night's Christmas ball was originally an opportunity for the three major magic schools in Europe to exchange friendship and cooperate, but it turned into Harry Potter's solo show and sex hunt...
(See the high-resolution animation on the next page for live photos of Harry Potter walking among all the outstanding young wizards.)
…Mr. Ron Weasley was obviously her insurance tool, a stepping stone into the pure blood circle - and she had already stepped on it mercilessly.
...clearly, she was torn between the Diggory family's political status and the Malfoy's wealth.
... At the same time, he is even more unwilling to give up a Muggle noble son and a world-class top Quidditch star.
... When will Miss Potter's vast journey be satisfied?Our reporters will continue to pay attention. "
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*I just posted it in a hurry, so I forgot to mention it. I wish all friends and children (and babies?) Happy Holidays!