OBS Chapter 364 Dance Partners and Family Gatherings
Chapter 364 Dance Partners and Family Gatherings
Chapter 364 Dance Partner and Family Gathering
Hogwarts, fifth floor, library.
Harry suddenly appeared at a corner and walked towards the library with big strides.
However, the voice he was looking for was not in the library.
"Harry!" A pretty figure appeared in front of him, with long flaming hair draped behind his head.
"Hey, Ginny." Harry nodded.
"Have you found a dance partner?" Ginny asked. "The professor said we can invite a junior."
She encouraged herself to give a not-too-awkward smile.
"Oh, I've found a partner." Harry said quickly, "Do you see where Hermione is? I have something urgent to do with her."
"Okay. Hermione? She was here just now, and then someone came to see her, so she went out. Can you go to the lounge and take a look?"
"Who? Who's looking for her?" Harry felt inexplicably uneasy.
"Viktor Krum," said Ginny, pointing towards the common room.
"Okay." Harry nodded and walked quickly towards the common room.
Gently push open the door, the sound of soft music flows like the gurgling of a spring river, and the aroma of coffee lingers at the tip of your nose.
However, not here!
Neither Hermione nor Krum was here.
A bad feeling arose in his heart.
When he arrived at the corridor on the fifth floor, he suddenly felt a little confused and didn't know where to find this person.
Or rather, these two people.
Coincidentally, Neville came down from upstairs.
"Neville!" Harry called out to him quickly, "Do you know where Hermione is?"
"I don't know." Neville shook his head and said happily: "Harry, do you know who I invited?"
"Who?" Harry responded, wondering where Hermione could be at the moment.
The Owlery? The professor suggested that Hermione talk to Professor Lupin.
The kitchen? She was probably talking to the house-elves.
A professor's office? But I haven't heard Hermione mention any difficulties in studying recently.
"Hey, Harry, can you believe this? I thought she would definitely reject me, but I didn't expect everything to go so smoothly." Neville's voice sounded in his ears.
"That's great news, isn't it?" Harry smiled. "I told you that you could do it. I'm leaving now. See you later."
"See you later." Neville nodded happily.
After making sure that no one was upstairs, Harry walked downstairs, searching for Hermione.
It happened so quickly, so quickly that he felt it was extremely sudden, she suddenly saw Hermione running down the stairs downstairs. On the stairs on the third or fourth floor, the two of them looked at each other.
Hermione's face was a little red, as if she was emitting warm white air in the winter, while Harry felt as if he had buried his face in the snow because of this sudden encounter.
Completely different feeling.
'I really hope there's no law against giggling,' Harry thought, for Hermione was followed by two other people who seemed to be there specifically to see her laugh.
It was Lavender and Parvati.
He really hoped that these two people would not appear here.
Then he opened his mouth and his heartbeat suddenly stopped.
It was as if I had missed a step and was about to tumble down the stairs in front of everyone.
"Hermione." He began, "Um, I mean. Do you want to go to the dance with me?"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, his expression froze, as if he had been cast under a petrification spell.
He felt that he should be open and generous in most of the things he did.
But when it comes to things like this, I can't do it like Draco.
His eyes were motionless, staring at Hermione's lips, as if waiting for the final verdict.
He even hallucinated Hermione saying things like "Sorry, Krum invited me, you're late."
Time passed slowly, and then he finally saw Hermione's lips move.
"Oh Harry, I was just about to come to you about this," said Hermione.
"It's over." Harry felt an inexplicable sense of dejection in his heart.
"I was just about to ask you to go to the ball with me," said Hermione.
A gust of wind blew past the window, making a rumbling sound.
"What did you say?" Harry asked again, somewhat incredulously.
"Good morning." Hermione opened her mouth and looked at Harry with a smile.
"Okay." Harry nodded. "So, we, I mean, the two of us, go to the Christmas ball together?!"
"Yes, I think so." Hermione's face turned even redder than before.
Harry let out a long sigh, as if he suddenly came alive. The cold snow on his face gradually melted, leaving only steaming hot air.
"That's settled then." Harry nodded, not knowing what to say next. Normally they would talk about study problems or the problem of "vomiting".
But now, he felt like he didn't want to talk about anything.
I just want to go back to the lounge, lie on the sofa, and maybe even giggle.
Anyway, there is no law prohibiting people from giggling.
"It's settled." Hermione obviously didn't know what else to say now, and pointed behind Harry: "I'm going to the library first."
"Okay." Harry nodded.
The two of them quickly separated, and behind Hermione, Lavender and Parvati couldn't stop whispering to each other.
When they officially moved apart, a smile appeared on Harry's face that he was not even aware of.
Going down to the third floor, he quickly suppressed his smile.
He saw another acquaintance.
Hibiscus.
However, this beautiful girl did not seem so happy at the moment.
"Hey, Fleur," Harry greeted.
"Harry." Fleur smiled briefly, then returned to her sullen state.
"How are you?" Harry asked.
"Not very good. Of course I expected this result, but still... well, there's nothing much to say."
After she finished speaking, she waved her hand gently and turned to leave.
Harry looked towards the corridor on the third floor, then shook his head and turned away.
Time goes back to ten minutes ago.
Inside the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
Xindel looked at Muen who was combing his hair with a curious look on her face: "Professor, what do you have to do today?"
"No big deal." Moon smiled and said, "Well, our Minister of Magic invited me to have dinner at his house."
"A family dinner?"
"I guess so." Mu En nodded: "Well, just a simple meal. He has mentioned this many times. If I have time today, I might as well go and take a look."
"So that's how it is." Sindel nodded, then suddenly sensed something and looked towards the direction of the gate.
After a while, there was a knock on the door.
The door opened automatically and Fleur stood at the door. She was wearing a skirt made from Beauxbatons' school uniform and an exquisite hat.
"Professor Jones," she began.
"Hmm." Mu En nodded: "Gabrielle didn't come?"
"No." Furong shook her head.
Mu En put down the comb: "Okay, please come in, what are you doing here?"
Furong took a deep breath and slowly stated her purpose.
The smile on Mu En's face gradually froze.
Along with the last sentence, an invitation came down, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and smile.
"Um, I'm sorry. At this dance, I will personally perform the music. Yes, I will perform for everyone together with the members of our 'Not So Magical Club'."
"Please go back," he said.
Fleur nodded and gave a forced smile, "Okay, sorry to bother you Professor."
"It's okay." Mu En smiled and watched Furong leave.
Then, the door slowly closed.
Mu En leaned back on the sofa, feeling relieved, and said, "I always thought that this kind of thing...would never happen to me.
After all, I don’t even look like a human being.”
Sindel just smiled, supporting her head with her hands, not knowing what she was thinking.
In fact, as a ghost, she knew more about the rumors among students than Mu En.
It is not uncommon for students to be attracted to mature individuals who are knowledgeable and have broad vision.
This kind of thing is not strange.
But it is not so wise to invite someone to the Christmas ball so boldly.
For Professor Yu, it is impossible.
Thinking about it, she looked at the figure leaning on the sofa.
After a moment, Mu En cleared his messy thoughts and stood up again.
"I'm leaving." He straightened his coat, put on a pure black woolen coat, and picked up his hat.
"Have fun." Sindel nodded.
Mu En smiled and suddenly disappeared.
Wales, a land known as the Red Dragon, an ordinary street in St. Potter's County.
Mu En's figure appeared from the alley. It was afternoon and the sky was getting dark.
Snow was piled on the street and the wind was a little biting. He put on his hat, changed his face, and walked on the street.
Sometimes he would take out something like a compass and look at the direction.
Perhaps this should be called a needle.
After walking for a few minutes, Mu En stopped in front of a huge wall.
This place is sparsely populated, like a half-developed street, with graffiti all over the white walls and a twisted, crooked gate.
Mu En placed his hand on the handle of the door panel with graffiti on it, and he felt as if his hand was entering water.
Then, as if underwater, he grabbed the round door handle.
With a slight twist, the graffiti-like door was pushed open.
As you walk in, the scene changes.
The wall just now disappeared, and in its place was a low fence and a small garden, allowing people to see the scene outside.
Scrimgeour noticed the movement at the door and came out.
"Moon, you're finally here." Scrimgeour said with a smile and quickly welcomed him in.
The Scrimgeour family was not wealthy. They only had an ordinary two-story house, a not very spacious garden, and some small magical objects.
"It's not easy to find your place." Moon handed the compass to Scrimgeour. "Do you Apparate to London every day?"
"That's right." Scrimgeour nodded. "The Ministry once suggested opening a dedicated Floo line between the Minister's office and home, but I thought about it and decided to refuse."
As she spoke, a somewhat thin woman came out of the kitchen. When she saw Mu En, she smiled the warm smile that was common in Europe.
"Professor Jones, you are here."
Scrimgeour introduced at the right moment: "This is my wife, Felli."
"Hello." Mu En quickly extended his right hand before the other party opened his hands.
He just couldn't - had never gotten used to the etiquette of kissing on the cheek.
Although in modern times this etiquette has changed to just leaning your face forward casually, he still can't accept it.
After a brief greeting, Feili returned to the kitchen.
At the same time, a little girl also ran down from upstairs.
"My daughter, Clina, I remember I told you." Scrimgeour smiled, then waved: "Clina, come over and meet the guest, this is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, Moon Jones.
Next year, you will study Defense Against the Dark Arts under his guidance."
The girl was very cute and had inherited her mother's golden curly hair, which she tied in a ponytail.
She ran over hurriedly, then stopped suddenly and bowed deeply.
"Good afternoon, Professor Jones."
"Good afternoon, Krina." Moon nodded.
After a while, the little girl ran to the kitchen to play with her mother.
Scrimgeour brought over a teapot, poured a cup, and then sat down and said straight to the point: "Things are a bit tricky on the international front lately."
"What do you mean?" Mu En picked up the teacup.
"They are unhappy with our repeated violations of the Statute of Magical Secrecy.
And Gringotts, they are also behind the scenes fanning the flames."
"Some trivial matters." Mu En nodded in understanding.
"That's true." Scrimgeour agreed. "In my opinion, those guys are a bit old-fashioned."
"Times will eventually move forward." Mu En took a sip of tea.
"These things...are really insignificant. Those old guys can't stop your reforms, just make sure of this.
As for them?
Perhaps they will regret it only after ordinary people break the door that hides their shame and expose their decayed and dilapidated bodies."
"Are you sure?" Scrimgeour looked at Moon.
"Yeah." Mu En nodded. He had seen the future, at least the future thirty years later, and knew that magic would be difficult to hide by then.
At least it can't be hidden as tightly as it is now.
“I am obsessed with magic and I love magic.
But I cannot deny that technology has the same [magic] as magic.
After all, strictly speaking, mysticism is just one branch of the world's vast technological tree.
Just a somewhat unique branch.”
Scrimgeour nodded. He had seen the video of the Muggle nuclear explosion and was shocked by the weapon and horrified by the Muggles' research in the microscopic field.
He couldn't even imagine how horrific the results would be if they used those research ideas in the microscopic field to study magic.
I think those guys in the International Magic Federation also have some fear about this.
He didn't deny that those guys were experienced and cunning.
However, the reason why he said those old guys were stupid was because their choice was to continue hiding and continue retreating.
Instead of actively catering to this juncture.
They are afraid.
"Forget it, let's not talk about these topics." Scrimgeour shook his head: "How was the Triwizard Tournament?"
"not bad."