They stayed by the Black Lake until the dance was over.

Waiting to enter the castle.

Ron was still waiting at the door of the Great Hall, and Lavender was leaning aside, yawning.

"Harry, Hermione, you're finally back." Ron muttered, "Where have you been?"

"Going out on a date." Harry answered simply, "Maybe the three of us aren't a good match."

Ron was stunned, blushing and shaking his head: "That's not what I meant! I didn't have that idea, it's just that you came back a little late and missed a lot of things."

He was about to continue.

The two men approached, and the light shone on their faces.

"What's wrong with you two?" Ron was surprised. "Hermione, why is your face so red? Are you sick?"

Lavender sobered up immediately.

Ron looked at Harry, his tone even more surprised: "And Harry, what's wrong with you? Your lip is broken, who else can hurt..."

Lavender stepped hard on Ron's foot, making him cry out in pain.

"What are you doing?" Ron said a little aggrieved.

"Tell me what happened at the dance." Lavender poked him again, "Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about."

Ron limped after Harry and walked towards the grand staircase together: "Harry, you really missed a lot of things."

"Miss Delacour's partner was beaten and pinned to the ground."

Lavender continued, "It's his girlfriend, oh, or rather, his ex-girlfriend."

"They had agreed to attend the dance together, but as soon as Fleur invited him, he immediately abandoned his girlfriend. After getting drunk, he shouted that it would be great if Miss Delacour could be his girlfriend, and his ex-girlfriend heard it."

"Even Professor Flitwick couldn't persuade him!"

"In the end, it was Professor McGonagall who took action and sent the boy to the school infirmary."

Harry and Hermione exclaimed in unison.

Ron continued excitedly, "And Hagrid, did you run into Hagrid when you were out on a date?"

Harry shook his head.

He did notice the presence of Hagrid and Maxime, but in order not to disturb others or himself, he did not take Hermione with him.

"That's such a shame." Ron sighed. "Hagrid came back crying for some reason and drank more than a dozen barrels of wine. The house-elves had to show up to bring him wine."

"After getting drunk, he hugged Professor Dumbledore and cried. The Weird Sisters couldn't stand it, so they cast a Silencing Charm on him. It took several spells to work."

Hermione said with some regret: "It seems that Hagrid's confession failed?"

"Confession, what confession?" Lavender's eyes lit up.

Hermione looked at Harry.

Harry answered simply, "Can't you tell that Hagrid has a crush on a lady? Almost everyone in the school knows it."

It's not that he didn't want to hide it for Hagrid, it's just that Hagrid's performance was a little too exaggerated. In the Care of Magical Creatures class, Maxim's name was mentioned more than a dozen times, and those magic horses were praised highly, which made the Thestrals who cooperated with him in class very jealous and acted like a spoiled child to him - throwing hooves and tearing people, for Hagrid, it was really just a harmless act of spoiled childishness.

"Ms. Maxime?" Lavender mused. She was a little slow in this area.

Ron pounded his hands together: "So that's it!"

"No wonder Professor McGonagall wasn't angry and was still comforting him."

Lavender shook her head, looking unhappy: "He should pray to Lady Delacour first, and then confess his love. Besides, Miss Delacour is very angry tonight. Her dance partner has embarrassed her severely. How could she give asylum?"

Harry and Hermione hesitated to speak.

Ron sighed, "I don't think Veela have that ability."

"That's just that they haven't discovered it yet!" Lavender pinched her waist and said confidently, "Miss Delacour has proved everything. Veela does have this ability!"

"She made Harry and Hermione possible."

Harry said calmly, "That's thanks to Hermione."

Hermione blushed and took his hand.

Lavender was stunned and counted on her fingers: "So the reason I was able to invite her successfully is because I am Hermione's roommate and have already been infected with Hermione's good luck?"

Ron covered his face.

At that time, I was just worried about not having a dance partner. If someone invited me, I would definitely accept. Lavender was not ugly, and she was one of the best little witches. It’s just that... there might be something wrong with her brain circuit.

She believed too much in divination and was one of the few avid fans of Professor Trelawney at Hogwarts.

They walked all the way back to the dormitory.

Hermione was somewhat reluctant to end the day, and she waited until the flames in the fireplace grew dim before she said goodbye to Harry and returned to her dormitory to sleep.

The next day, she got up early and waited for Harry to come back from exercise. The two of them snuggled by the fireplace and read.

Ron got up at noon and came over with his homework.

After writing for a while, he raised his head with a resentful look on his face: "Why do I feel something is wrong?"

"Illusion," Harry said simply.

Hermione nodded in agreement: "Do your homework well, you haven't even finished the paper for the last dueling class."

Ron lowered his head, wanting to cry but unable to, and worked hard to improve himself.

Wait until evening.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron sneaked out of the common room and found an abandoned classroom.

He took off the Sorting Hat and put it aside.

He then took out the motorcycle from the pocket of his Traceless Stretching Charm.

After so much preparation, this mount has reached the final stage.

The Sorting Hat said excitedly, "Harry, this day is finally here? But please be gentle, I haven't experienced this before."

Harry was expressionless and crushed it hard: "Does Godric know you would say such a thing?"

Ron and Hermione were both confused.

The Sorting Hat chuckled and propped itself up again: "Godric is like this, he is not even as serious as Salazar."

Harry took out his wand and pointed it at the Sorting Hat: "Don't move now."

The Sorting Hat has become obedient and looks like an ordinary hat. As a hat that has been infused with thoughts by the Big Four and is still functioning normally after thousands of years, it is a great magic prop. The spells cast by ordinary wizards are unlikely to be effective on it.

Even Harry, in order to copy the idea of ​​the Sorting Hat, had to consult Godric and Dumbledore many times, and only dared to start after thoroughly understanding its structure.

A flick of the wand.

A complex, ancient alchemical array emerged, densely packed with ancient runes. Ron felt dizzy at just one glance.

Harry was careful not to disrupt the layers of structure and pushed his wand deep into the core.

Like extracting memories, the magic wand moved and pulled out a short piece of silver thread.

He whispered the spell.

An alchemical array in the Sorting Hat was operating, and soon this filament copied into another one and re-entered the core of the Sorting Hat - this was Gryffindor telling him that in order to prevent the Sorting Hat from being damaged, another hat needed to be replaced, and they set up a spell that could copy thoughts.

This saved Harry a lot of time.

The thought was extracted, and Harry carefully placed it in a bottle and placed it in Hermione's hands.

He then activated one alchemical array and spell after another around his motorcycle, until only the last core was left. He waved his hand and Hermione handed over the bottle.

Carefully, Harry poured his thoughts into the core.

An ancient atmosphere flows into the motorcycle.

"Okay," Harry said softly.

The Sorting Hat immediately opened its eyes and shook its body. "Is it okay now? I don't feel anything, just like a mosquito bite."

As it spoke, it looked at the motorcycle: "Is this my other body?"

"Would you like to try it?" Harry stretched out his hand and made an invitation gesture.

A breath flowed from the hat, and it rushed into the motorcycle as if passing through time and space.

With a click, the headlights flickered. "This angle, oh, feels a bit weird, a bit too bright."

"You can try low beam." Harry stood in front of Hermione, "High beam is a bit dazzling."

"Let me think about it," replied the Sorting Hat. It was not yet used to its new body.

After a while, there was a buzzing sound.

The throttle was twisted and it slammed into Ron.

Harry was quick-witted and waved his wand, using the Transfiguration spell to lift it up.

Ron slammed against the wall, holding his chest, still frightened: "You can't do this! I treat you very well, and I usually help you bathe."

"Sorry, I'm just not used to it." The Sorting Hat muttered, "It seems that twisting this means running forward."

"What about this?"

A button was pressed and a clear and loud whistle sounded.

"Ahaha, that's a really loud shout." The Sorting Hat was a little excited. "What about this one?"

Tick-tick, the right turn signal comes on.

"This kind of light? It doesn't seem to be able to provide any light." The Sorting Hat muttered, "What's the use of it? It doesn't look very nice either."

Harry introduced: "That's a turn signal, a traffic rule in the ordinary world. You'll understand it when I take you for a ride."

The Sorting Hat nodded, and the headlight flickered. "Can you change this light to red? Red will look better."

"No." Harry declined politely.

The Sorting Hat sighed, "Okay, so how do we turn off this light?"

"Try that button." Harry raised his hand to prompt.

As he spoke, the button was flicked lightly, and the dazzling high beam turned into a slightly softer low beam.

The Sorting Hat sighed, "That's much better. It was like the sun just now..."

Before it could finish its words, the door opened with a crash.

"Let me see which little wizard it is..." Filch laughed wildly. Halfway through his words, he saw the people in the room and a bunch of strange things. He was stunned for a long time and stammered, "Oh, Mr. Potter, why is it you?"

Ron subconsciously dodged to the side.

"Sorry to bother you." Harry said confidently, not violating any school rules or feeling guilty about being caught red-handed. "I'm doing a little experiment. I'll use it with Mr. Dumbledore tomorrow."

"Mr. Dumbledore?" Filch nodded, his tone softening. "Then I won't bother you."

He said, closing the door and walking out.

Harry patted the motorcycle gently. "Wait until tomorrow to get familiar with your new body. You're too likely to make a lot of noise, and Filch will be easy to deal with. If you attract other professors, you won't be able to use this new body for a while."

The Sorting Hat muttered, "Okay, okay."

The breath circulates and it returns to the hat again.

"My new body is so handsome." As soon as it opened its eyes, it opened its mouth and praised.

Harry had a blank expression on his face. He put away his motorcycle, put on his hat, and was about to go back to the common room with Hermione and the others.

"Wait!" The Sorting Hat suddenly said, "Send me to the headmaster's office. I want to show off to Godric."

"Tomorrow. You'll have to come to the office tomorrow anyway."

Harry nodded in agreement, drew the Sword of Gryffindor, activated the Patronus, and sent the Sorting Hat away under the moonlight.