Hermione looked back at Harry.

The two of them were very close, almost standing touching each other.

But the two of them were very far away, and she was always chasing after Harry's footsteps, but when she stood on tiptoe she could only barely see a shadow.

Who doesn’t desire a fairy-tale, dreamy and happy love?

Of course she was looking forward to it, the young girl's budding shyness kept her waiting, maybe it wouldn't be romantic, but right by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, they finished a whole day's homework, she finished reading her extracurricular books, Crookshanks took a nap with Ron as his pillow, and Harry finished his research.

The wood crackled and burned.

Moonlight and wind came in through the window.

At this dead of night, Harry casually asked, "Hermione, would you like to attend the dance together?"

Then she smiled shyly and nodded in agreement.

That's enough.

But is it really good just like this?

Hermione's eyes were dazed. It was difficult for her to notice the changes in the people around her as she accompanied him day after day. Only then did she realize that Harry was a head taller than her, and compared with the thin figure she saw when she entered school at the age of eleven, he was now as sturdy as a shield.

There were traces of young stubble beside his lips, and his eyes were as deep as ever.

There are several scars on his face, not deep or big, which do not spoil his appearance, but are so glaring.

Hermione clenched her fists. Why should she wait for Harry to mention it to her?

Harry was different from himself.

He was carrying a heavy burden. Voldemort was still alive and someone was targeting him in the Triwizard Tournament. He was very strong, but he was always alone - Snape, Dumbledore, and those professors were all his mentors. They were guides, not companions.

Why can't girls take the initiative?

Especially since Harry had been through enough.

I want to accompany him and walk with him, and this desire is not as short as one or two years. If I want it to last longer, I should take on those things that I can bear.

Hermione took a deep breath and looked at him, her expression serious and her tone firm: "Harry, I invite you to be your partner for the dance, okay?"

Her voice was trembling and her body was shaking slightly.

That simple sentence poured out all the courage in her heart, overwhelming Harry.

Furong watched eagerly with a deeper and brighter smile on her face.

The little wizards gathered around, they didn't dare to get too close, and they just poked their heads around. George and Fred came over, took out an ear-shaped thing from their pockets, put it on the ground, and it immediately extended out, and soon it was closer to Harry and Hermione.

Harry looked at Hermione, his expression didn't change, and he didn't speak.

Hermione began to feel uneasy.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked her after a while.

"Several years." Hermione answered without hesitation.

Harry held out his hand to her, "I am honored that Miss Granger has extended an invitation to me."

Hermione held out her hand.

It was like signing a contract, solemn and cautious.

"Just a dance partner." Furong's tone couldn't help but become sour, "Why do you want to do this?"

Hermione's face was flushed, spreading from her ears to her forehead, and she glared at her fiercely.

"Dear Hermione, you should thank me." Fleur tilted her head with an innocent look on her face.

Hermione nodded and said "hmm" reluctantly.

In the distance, the little wizards were making a lot of noise and shouting.

Harry ignored them and went upstairs with Hermione to the common room. The little lions followed suit and started to make a fuss until they reached the fifth floor. Hermione couldn't stand it anymore, so she pulled out her wand and threw them out of the window one by one.

What are you making a fuss about!

Don’t want to copy homework anymore?

Ron came back with Neville in a hurry after Harry and Hermione had almost finished their homework. He rushed to the table, picked up Crookshanks and the Sorting Hat, sat down, took a few breaths, and asked anxiously, "What happened just now?"

"We've only been apart for less than an hour!"

"I heard from Ginny, Hermione, you confessed to Harry?"

Ron was heartbroken. Normally the three of them were inseparable, but nothing like this had ever happened before. How could such a big thing happen in the moment when he left?

As the best friend, he didn't even see it!

"Don't listen to their nonsense!" Hermione blushed as she watched Crookshanks whip Ron. "It's just a partner for the Yule Ball now."

Ron seemed to have not yet come out of his role as a good brother. He was extremely perceptive and grasped the key words in Hermione's words: "So I still have a chance to see you, Hermione, confess your love to Harry."

"Ron," Hermione gritted her teeth.

Ron shuddered: "No, I just want to refer to experience, if Ginny..."

He glanced at the person beside him who was also curious, and gritted his teeth: "I'm just saying what if, what if one day Ginny confesses to some ignorant boy, how will I deal with it?"

"You want to steal Ginny's boyfriend?" Harry looked up, expressionless.

Ron's eyes widened.

Neville's eyes were also a little straight. He looked at Ron in panic, then quickly moved a few steps to the side while holding Boss.

"I won't! Impossible!" Ron said in a strong tone, emphasizing, "Harry, I am female, you know, we ..."

Hermione raised her eyebrows and said "Hmm?" meaningfully.

Ron stopped talking abruptly.

"What did you do?" Hermione asked gently.

Ron shook his head, like a weather vane on a rainstorm.

Hermione pointed at the table and looked at that person: "Neville, you are in the same dormitory with them, you should know what they are doing, right?"

Neville was about to speak subconsciously, but he noticed Ron's sharp gaze.

Oppression from my brother-in-law.

He immediately and without hesitation did the same as Ron, shaking his head like a weather vane.

"Let me think about it." Hermione's tone was still gentle. "Mr. Longbottom doesn't want to use the papers for Potions and Transfiguration as references? I remember that Professor Snape's recent papers had several difficult points, and I had to ask Harry for help to figure them out."

Neville's face turned pale, but he still persisted.

"I heard that in the next class, Professor Snape will pick out the student with the worst performance to test the potion." Hermione added.

Neville's face changed again, and he was a little hesitant, but Longbottom was Weasley's most loyal friend.

Hermione deadpanned, "Professor McGonagall also said that if the paper is not completed this time, that person will not be allowed to attend the Yule Ball."

Neville no longer hesitated: "It's just some magazines, Hermione, you know, some that can only be read in private."

"Ron always has some rare finds."

Ron's expression changed drastically. He immediately put Crookshanks down, turned around and slipped towards the entrance of the lounge.

Hermione coughed softly, "Mr. Weasley, where are you going so late?"

Ron laughed dryly: "I'm going to go to the Black Lake and explore the way for Harry."

"Harry knows the bottom of the Black Lake much better than you do." Hermione's tone gradually became cold, "Come back, I have something to ask you."

Ron walked back anxiously.

In less than ten minutes, he was confessing in tears, and Neville followed Ron in confessing.

They were wrong to take Harry to see those things.

The Gryffindor common room was as lively as ever.

The next day, many people pointed at Hermione and talked about her. They all envied Hermione for being Harry's dance partner - the dance partner of the best warrior.

The Lion King has an owner.

They could only turn their attention to other people. The little witches eagerly extended invitations to Krum and Fleur, but the little wizards were much more reserved and most of them only extended invitations to Fleur.

Unlike the picky Krum.

Furong's journey to choosing a dance partner was not smooth.

At the dinner that day.

They saw Fleur walk to the Hufflepuff table and invite Cedric: "Will you be my dance partner?"

She had been observing the senior wizards at Hogwarts during this time, especially those who had the courage to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

George and Fred were also on her radar.

But after looking around, she thought Cedric from Hufflepuff was the best candidate in Hogwarts, second only to Harry.

At the Ravenclaw table, a girl had an unpleasant look on her face.

Fleur Delacour, a warrior of Beauxbatons, a warrior with part-Veela blood, exudes unparalleled charm.

Cedric refused bluntly: "I'm sorry, I'm honored that Miss Delacour chose me, but I already have a girlfriend."

He stood up, walked to the Ravenclaw table, and extended his hand to Zhang Qiu. His body was trembling slightly, similar to Hermione's condition last night.

Zhang Qiu was surprised, her cheeks slightly red. After being reminded by her sister, she finally remembered something. She quickly raised her hand, tightly held Cedric's hand, nodded, and solemnly said those three words: "I do."

Furong stared at them blankly.

As the booing from Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor grew louder, Zhang Qiu and Cedric came to an agreement and waved their wands, driving a few puddings to chase after George and Fred, who were booing the loudest.

She then realized what had happened.

She was rejected again - unlike Harry, she was mentally prepared for Harry's rejection.

But why would Cedric reject me?

And again.

Because of my invitation, a couple came together.

She gritted her teeth, stomped her feet, walked to the Gryffindor table, picked up a fork, and stabbed the sausage hard.

"Congratulations, Miss Delacour." Hermione looked at her and smiled.

Furong was stunned.

She looked at Hermione. The words were very gentle, without any sarcasm. Was she really congratulating herself?

"What's there to congratulate?" Furong shook her head. "I've only been rejected twice in my life."

She held up two fingers and spoke rapidly, her accent becoming even more obscure.

"twice!"

"They are all students of your Hogwarts. Damn it. Are all you British people like this?"

Hermione continued softly, "But at least Miss Delacour doesn't have to worry about not being able to find a job after graduation. She can open a shop to help wizards find marriages. Oh, even ordinary people can do it. You didn't use magic to help them find love."

Furong held the tail of the fork and pointed at the white hair.

So this is where the weirdness comes from!

hateful!

Why are all the little wizards at Hogwarts so vicious?

"It seems that Miss Granger admits that she is in love with Mr. Potter?" Fleur bit her back teeth.

Hermione pursed her lips, said nothing, and just lowered her head shyly.

Furong's heart ached.

it hurts.

What happened? I was clearly trying to fight back, and the knife was meant for Hermione, but why did it stab into my chest for no reason?

I can’t eat this meal!

Fleur dropped the untouched sausage onto her plate and walked away, shaking her hair.

Ron sighed, what a waste, he didn't even eat a single bite.

Harry and Hermione, Cedric and Qiu Zhang, they made the atmosphere of the Christmas ball more lively and more subtle. There were more little wizards around Fleur, but fewer people invited her. Most of them wanted to give her a small gift and pray that she could bless their love fortune.

Someone was holding a book on magical beasts, trying to find entries related to Veela and love.

This made Fleur so angry that she didn't leave the Beauxbatons house for three days - until her sister began to seriously ask her whether she could really bless love, she slammed the door and walked out.

When had she, Fleur Delacour, ever suffered such an injustice!

But just as she entered the castle and sat down at the Gryffindor table, a little witch named Lavender came over, said a lot of incomprehensible words like "blessing", and then extended an invitation to Ron.

Not surprisingly, Ron agreed.