Chapter 303 Preparation for the Ball

If possible, Harry really wanted Qiu Zhang to be his dance partner, but he also knew that this was impossible.

Qiu Zhang was Cedric's girlfriend, and the two had been dating for a long time, and were even planning to get engaged.

Let's not talk about whether he could dig Cedric's girl out. Even if he did, considering Cedric's current abnormal mental state, he would probably come to Gryffindor and kill him the first time!

Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but sigh deeply.

His first love might end in vain.

At the same time, Harry felt a little guilty.

Mike and Dumbledore were both trying to help him find the mastermind who secretly attacked him and made him a warrior. But at this critical moment, he was indulging in an insignificant emotion like love.

This was really... a little too much.

"Harry, what are you thinking about with your frown on your face?"

Harry turned his head and saw that it was Ron who was speaking. Although he and Ron had had some minor conflicts before, they were still friends after all, so Harry took the initiative to find Ron recently to reconcile.

"Nothing."

"Well, the Christmas dance is coming soon, but I still haven't found a dance partner. This is really too bad!" Ron said half envious and half jealous, "If I were a warrior, I could choose a dance partner at will!"

"You should be glad that you are not, because if you were a warrior, you would have to deal with the dragon."

Harry said unhappily. Ron only saw the privileges that the warriors enjoyed now, but did not see the danger they faced at that time, which made him very unhappy.

Ron seemed to realize that what he said was not right, and began to change the subject:

"By the way, about your dance partner, have you chosen one?"

"Not yet."

"That's impossible? You are a warrior! I mean there should be many girls willing to be your dance partner!"

"The problem is that I don't like them!"

Harry said as he pushed open the door of the auditorium, and Ron quickly caught up and asked tentatively:

"Okay, maybe you are right. But if a girl invites you next time and you don't like them, can you recommend me to them? You know I don't have a dance partner yet. Of course, you shouldn't recommend those who are too ugly..."

Harry nodded perfunctorily, but his attention was attracted by the scene in the auditorium.

After Ron reacted from the excitement of receiving a satisfactory answer, he also noticed the abnormality in the auditorium at this moment.

Obviously, the auditorium was crowded with people as usual, but everyone was looking at the same place quietly as if they were under a petrification spell.

Following their line of sight, Ron and Harry saw that at the intersection of everyone's sight in the hall, a beautiful Fleur, like an elf, was smiling and extending her hand to Mike.

"Mike, are you willing to be my dance partner at the Christmas dance?"

As soon as these words came out, Harry could clearly feel that almost all the boys in the hall gasped at the same time.

This was not surprising. From the first day Fleur came to Hogwarts, she became the dream lover of all Hogwarts students. No one wanted her to be someone else's dance partner.

Harry even heard a teenager next to him praying for something.

Harry didn't hear the specific content clearly, but he could guess that it was probably just hoping that Mike would refuse.

At the intersection of the crowd's sight, Fleur stretched out her hand and looked at Mike with confidence.

She had used her grandmother's charm ability to the extreme. In this case, she didn't think Mike would refuse her, even if Mike knew the brain block technique!

'He should kneel down on one knee like a knight and kiss the back of my hand. '

Thinking like this, Fleur's fair face couldn't help but blush.

However, Mike's answer was, "Excuse me for refusing."

"That's just too good... what?" Fleur's smile disappeared in an instant, "You said you refused? Why?"

Mike, who had already opened the closed brain state, spread his hands and was about to answer when a fanatical voice suddenly popped up.

"I promise! I promise to be your dance partner!"

Ron, with a red face, rushed to Fleur like a gust of wind, pouting his mouth and leaning his head with a disgusting look.

This change scared Fleur so much that she quickly withdrew her hand, and her charm ability also failed.

Ron woke up, still kneeling on one knee. Under the gaze of everyone, he seemed to realize what he had just done. His face suddenly turned red, and the color was almost the same color as his hair.

"Yes... I'm sorry!"

Ron screamed in a crying voice and then ran out of the hall. Seeing this, Harry didn't care about anything else and could only chase him.

However, he had not gone far before he bumped into Professor McGonagall at a corner.

"Harry! No chasing or fighting in the corridor!" Professor McGonagall frowned and rubbed her stomach which was a little painful from the collision. "Gryffindor will deduct five points for your and Ron's behavior!"

"Professor! Now is not the time to talk about this. Did you see which direction Ron went just now?"

"What! Are you still going to continue?"

Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows, and Harry quickly told her what had just happened.

"This silly child! He should have returned to the common room. You can go there to look for him."

Harry agreed and was about to run, but McGonagall stopped him again.

"I said! No chasing or fighting in the corridor! You walk slowly!" McGonagall frowned and said, "Also, have you decided who your dance partner is?"

"Not yet." Harry kept searching for the right person in his mind, and finally said, "Maybe I can invite Ron to be my dance partner. Anyway, they don't have any requirements in this regard."

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall frowned even more.

"Harry, I must remind you that if you really do this, it will cause a lot of unnecessary misunderstandings. So I suggest you choose a woman as your dance partner." Professor McGonagall said with a strange look on her face, "And you have to hurry up, Christmas is coming soon, and the warriors have to lead the dance. If you don't have a partner, then Gryffindor will lose face!"

Harry responded timidly, and then returned to the Gryffindor lounge with a pace that was awkward but still fast.

"I'm so stupid! Really!"

As soon as he returned to the lounge, Harry saw Ron sitting in the corner repeating these two sentences.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

"Can't you tell? I'm in such a bad state! I made a fool of myself this time! Now everyone in Hogwarts knows that I invited Fleur without considering my own abilities! Merlin's beard, Malfoy and the others will definitely laugh at me for this again!" Ron roared, "I should have thought of it earlier. Fleur must have been using her veela power to charm Mike! I just stumbled upon her power by accident! I'm so stupid! Really!"

Harry scratched his head. He really didn't know how to comfort Ron at this moment.

Fortunately, Ron didn't mean to stop. He continued:

"This is absolutely not okay! I must find a dance partner! Maybe I can try to ask Hermione, that ugly girl that no one wants. With our friendship, if I ask her, I should be able to succeed!"

"The ugly girl that no one wants!?"

Hermione's scream suddenly sounded from behind the two of them, which scared Ron directly.

"Oh! I tell you Ron! Even if no one wants me, I won't be your dance partner!" Hermione said to Harry and Ron angrily, "Besides, I've already been invited by someone else! And that person is much better than

both of you!" After that, Hermione left, leaving Harry and Ron at a loss for what to do.

...

In the Hogwarts Hall, as Ron and Harry left, everyone turned their attention back to Mike after a burst of laughter.

Although they were very happy that Mike rejected Fleur, they were still very curious about why Mike rejected Fleur.

In their opinion, this was completely unreasonable!

Is there any girl in the world more charming than Fleur?

I'm afraid there isn't?

But Mike rejected Fleur's invitation without even a little hesitation!

This is really puzzling!

Fleur also wanted to know the reason.

It was a shame for her to be rejected after inviting someone in public. She could already foresee how those bitches in her school would gloat over her misfortune.

Facing so many pairs of expectant, curious and hateful eyes, Mike still had a sleepless expression and said in a flat tone:

"You know, Fleur, I have a girlfriend, so I can only say sorry to you. In addition, I have to leave now, because the dress I customized for the Christmas ball has arrived, and I need to sign for it."

After saying that, Mike left without looking back, not caring about Fleur's already red eyes. It was not

until he approached the Ravenclaw lounge that Mike silently exited the absolute rational state of the brain blocking spell and shook his head.

He never expected Fleur to use her ability to charm him!

Her behavior greatly reduced Mike's favorability towards her. No one likes to be controlled by others, especially this kind of control is a vicious control like the Imperius Curse.

In addition, Mike felt that Fleur's intelligence was also somewhat touching. He remembered that he should have told her that he had mastered the method to resist her charm, but Fleur still did it today.

I really don't know if Fleur is too confident or too stupid.

Mike sighed and returned to his dormitory.

But when he pushed open the door, he saw a scene that made his eyes go straight.

He saw Penelope was changing into a dress and reached out to button her back, but it seemed that due to the angle, she could not succeed.

The sound of the door opening startled Penelope and she screamed suddenly.

But when she found that the person coming was Mike, she glared at Mike in a bad mood, and then continued to reach out to button the back.

"Honey, come and help me."

This voice woke Mike, and he closed the door casually.

"Hey, hey, how do you want me to help you?"

"Don't make trouble!" Penelope poked Mike with her elbow, "Help me button up the back."

Hearing this, Mike also withdrew his hand and began to help Penelope put on the dress.

With Mike's help, Penelope finally put on her dress.

Her face was flushed, and she turned around shyly and asked:

"What do you think?"

"Perfect!"

Mike's answer was simple and clear. He asked someone to go to the Muggle society to find someone to customize this dress. Although it was just pure black, the excellent fabric made the dress look gorgeous. The half-sleeves and wide collar design were the finishing touch.

After getting Mike's affirmation, Penelope happily turned around, but then a trace of worry appeared on her face.

"This dress is beautiful! But I read its introduction, and it said that this evening dress uses a lot of special materials. It can't be washed with water or dry cleaned with other liquids. If what it says is true, then how should I wash it?"

Hearing this, Mike smiled at first, and then couldn't help laughing.

"My silly girl! This evening gown is disposable, you don't need to wash it at all!"

"What did you say? This is a custom-made dress, it's so expensive, but it's disposable!"

"This is a customary rule. Evening gowns are disposable. If you reuse them to attend banquets, it will be considered impolite." Mike gave her a hug, "Don't worry about these, you just need to be beautiful, and leave everything else to me."

Mike, a straight man (a man who is used to money transactions and is straightforward), said sweet words that were not good, but Penelope fell for it.

She looked at Mike intently, her eyes full of love.

But then, as if she had thought of something, she said:

"Your dress has also arrived, but I looked at it and it seems to be a suit?"

"That's right, a suit with an evening gown, isn't that the most correct combination?"

"But that's just the rule of the Muggle world." Penelope said a little uneasily, "I saw other banquets held by wizards, and the wizards there all wore other styles of dresses. If you wear a suit like this, will it..."

Before Penelope finished speaking, Mike interrupted:

"No! Don't worry! Those people who are used to laughing at and despising others are actually the most bullying! With our current wealth and influence, even if we wear pajamas on Christmas Day, they will praise us to the sky!"

After saying that, Mike looked at Penelope who was still a little unconvinced and shook his head. Perhaps because she was used to being discriminated against in the past, Penelope's thoughts have never changed.

But it doesn't matter, because as long as he is there, life will become better and better, and after such a good life for a long time, she will naturally get used to it.