Almost at the moment when Professor McGonagall said this.

Hermione was keenly aware of several impatient gazes and she looked back.

There were little witches from the same house, little witches from Ravenclaw, and even a little boy wizard from Ravenclaw, all eager to try.

Girls can understand.

Why is a boy joining in the fun!

Professor McGonagall clapped her hands together, "That's it. I hope everyone is prepared and has a happy Christmas Eve."

The little wizards were packing up their things, chattering and discussing excitedly.

Their topic of conversation naturally focused on Harry and Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons, one a champion of Hogwarts and the other one who was named as the most beautiful female warrior once in a century in the Daily Prophet.

Although the Goblet of Fire was discontinued a century ago.

They gathered their things and headed to the classroom for their next class.

Hermione was a little absent-minded. When Harry reminded her, she remembered that she had to use the time-turner and that she had another class waiting for her. She turned and walked in, and soon came out with a red face.

As soon as she came over, she heard Ron complaining: "Harry, you don't have to think about it, but who should I invite?"

The red-haired boy was counting on his fingers, thinking hard.

He was thinking about the opposite sex who he got along well with.

There was no need to think about Hermione, as she was beyond the scope of his answer, but apart from her, Ron calculated again and again.

The person of the opposite sex he communicated with the most was Hedwig, followed by the female house-elf in the kitchen, and then the female blasting-tailed skrewt in Hagrid's class.

This result stunned him and he stood there in disbelief.

What have you done during the three and a half years that you have been in school?

They were all friends. Harry and Hermione were both successful in their studies and careers, but what about me? My studies were barely successful, my weight gain was excellent, even too good, and nothing else.

"I can't invite Hedwig," Ron whined. "She's just an owl."

"You could invite Ginny," Hermione suggested.

Ron was startled: "Ginny?"

Oh, yes, I almost forgot about her. This sister is one of the few opposite sexes I have interacted with the most, and she can barely fight to a draw with the female exploding-tailed skrewt.

"But she's just my sister." Ron frowned, "Mom would kill me if she knew."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "What nonsense are you imagining? Just invite her to be your dance partner. Ginny is only in her third year. She is not old enough to attend the dance. Someone has to invite her."

Ron's eyes lit up: "Hermione, you are a genius!"

"I wouldn't have to look for a partner, and Ginny would be able to join in."

He was completely relieved and became as heartless as before.

Today was the day Harry interacted with the most people since he entered school - from the end of the Transfiguration class until he returned to the auditorium from the greenhouse, at least twenty people invited Harry to be his dance partner.

Many of them are wizards.

Let Harry thoroughly feel the social atmosphere of Great Britain.

None of them got their consent, so Hermione used the simplest tactic - letting Ron go. He was very good now, and even the average sixth-grade wizard was no match for him.

Until dinner.

Harry's cold and ruthless rejection time and time again, as well as the increasingly cold pressure surrounding Harry and Hermione, finally cooled down those people whose heads had gotten a little hot after hearing about the Christmas ball, and they stopped bothering them.

Ginny and her little sisters came over chatting and laughing.

Ron was eating lamb chops with one hand, while he asked his sister: "Ginny, how about being my dance partner at the Christmas ball? I'll take you to see it..."

"Sorry, I've already accepted someone else's invitation." Ginny declined tactfully.

Ron was stunned, and after putting the lamb chop into his mouth, he forgot to take a bite.

He looked at Ginny in surprise, took the food away for the first time, and his expression became serious: "Did anyone invite you?"

He clearly realized one thing - maybe a little pig had set its sights on his sister and wanted to take a bite of this juicy cabbage.

"Please, Ron." Ginny drew out her tone, rubbing her face, "I may not be as good-looking as Miss Granger, but I should still be pretty? A lot of people invited me, more than you think."

As she spoke, she looked at Hermione with a slightly helpless look in her eyes.

Last year, she could still say that except for her brains not being as good as Hermione's, her appearance was slightly better.

But this year she had her teeth fixed and her hair done, and with just these slight adjustments, she immediately looked better than herself.

Block your last bit of hope.

Prince Charming was abducted by another princess.

"Who is it?" Ron said with a straight face. "Which guy?"

Neville, who was sitting next to Ron, shuddered slightly.

Ginny calmly gave the name, "It's Neville. Didn't he tell you?"

Neville?

Not only Ron, but also Seamus, Thomas, George and Fred who were leaning their heads out from a distance with serious expressions all looked at Neville in surprise.

"How could I agree to this?" a sixth-year Gryffindor blurted out, "Ginny didn't even have a partner when I invited her."

George turned his head immediately, his eyes sharp: "Kenneth, do you want to attack my sister too?"

"You bastard, she's only in the third grade!" Fred gritted his teeth and took out a small firework from his pocket.

Kenneth's face immediately became panicked: "No, Fred, my dear, you can't do this, I just..."

He was pressed on the table by the two brothers before he could finish his words. Transfiguration made the cup into a strong shackle to tie him up. Fred inserted a firework between his buttocks, flicked the wand, lit the fuse, and with a whoosh, it flew out from between his buttocks.

The force of the backward thrust made Kenneth let out a howl.

Immediately afterwards, the fireworks exploded, and almost simultaneously printed the expression on Kenneth's distorted face.

Neville trembled with fear, and he looked at Ron cautiously.

"You bastard, she's only in the third grade!" Ron gritted his teeth.

Neville whispered back, "I'm only in fourth grade too."

They could barely be considered peers.

Ron was stunned and clenched his fists. Oh, that's right... Neville is only one year older than Ginny. There's no way to find fault with him based on his age!

He hesitated for a moment, and his tone became more serious: "When did you have thoughts about Ginny?"

Neville said shyly: "When Professor McGonagall asked for a dance partner, I thought of Ginny..."

"No, that's not what I'm talking about." Ron interrupted him, put his hand on his shoulder, and exerted a little force: "When did you have any thoughts about Ginny? You should know what I mean."

Ginny sighed helplessly: "Brother Ron, you can't threaten him like this."

"He's not your boyfriend yet, why are you so anxious to speak for him?" Ron turned around and gently scolded Ginny in the tone of a brother.

But after he finished speaking, he froze, looking at Neville and then at Ginny, his eyes gradually becoming incredible.

George and Fred also paused their fireworks and stared intently at their sister.

Ginny's cheeks flushed and she shook her head: "Of course not! What are you thinking."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

"Eat first." Neville handed over the lamb chops on his plate that he hadn't touched yet.

"Mr. Longbottom, we need to have a good talk tonight." Ron took it and nodded, his face still serious.

George and Fred came over as well. "And us, Mr. Longbottom."

The three calls of "Mr. Longbottom" made Neville's face turn pale.

After dinner, Ron and his two brothers were still discussing how to deal with "Mr. Longbottom" that night, whether to sink him into the Black Lake, hang him on the Gryffindor Tower, or some other way.

Harry and Hermione went back to the common room first.

Under the grand staircase.

Furong stood there with a gentle smile on her face, rejecting the long queue of invitees in front of her one after another, men, women, and even ghosts.

Her eyes were not on the group of invitees, but were fixed on the entrance of the auditorium.

Seeing Harry come out, she came over immediately.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter," Fleur greeted gently.

Harry nodded.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Furong asked, blinking her eyes with an expectant look.

Harry looked at her, thinking hard.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat.

After a moment, he said, "The wound near your ear hasn't healed yet. Go find Madam Pomfrey, or you might be left with a scar."

These words frightened Furong so much that she turned pale and quickly raised her hand to cover her right ear.

"The left one," Harry reminded her kindly.

Furong quickly changed hands.

Harry started to walk around her.

Fleur called him back, "Mr. Potter, that's not it."

Harry looked at her in confusion.

"It's about the Christmas ball. Although it's you, the boy, who should invite me." Furong covered her ears, shook her head and smiled, "But why can't a girl take the initiative? How about being my Christmas partner?"

She didn't use the word "dance partner" but the more ambiguous word "partner".

Made Hermione grit her teeth.

"No, I refuse." Harry said decisively without any hesitation. It was undeniable that Fleur was beautiful, but she was not suitable for him.

"Why?" Fleur raised her head proudly, "Can Hogwarts find a better woman than me?"

"Regardless of appearance or ability?"

Harry was about to speak.

Fleur continued, "And you don't have a female companion, Mr. Potter? I sincerely suggest that you consider me."

"You've never been in my consideration." Harry deadpanned.

"Then it seems that Miss Granger is within your consideration?" Fleur turned her head and looked at Hermione, her expression thoughtful.

Before Harry could speak.

Hermione took the lead, she stared at Fleur, her tone not as bad as before: "Miss Delacour, you seem a little too aggressive."

"I'm helping Mr. Potter make better choices." Fleur looked at her and smiled.

Hermione clenched her fists and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Furong's previous words, "But why can't girls take the initiative?" circled in her mind, growing bigger and bigger, almost filling her brain.