Chapter 188 Hibiscus Cupid

Chapter 188 Fleur Cupid

Hermione looked back at Harry.

The two of them were very close, almost standing right next to each other.

But they were far away, and she kept chasing Harry's footsteps, but even when she stood on tiptoe, she could barely see a shadow.

Who doesn’t long for a fairy tale-like dreamy and happy love?

Of course she was looking forward to it. The shy and reserved girl's budding eyes kept her waiting, maybe not romantically, right next to the fireplace in the Gryffindor lounge. After they had finished their homework for the whole day, she put in her extracurricular After finishing the book, Crookshanks took a nap on Ron's pillow, and Harry finished his research.

The wood crackled and burned.

Moonlight and wind filtered in through the window.

In the dead of night, Harry said casually: "Hermione, are you going to the ball together?"

Then she smiled shyly and nodded in agreement.

That's enough.

But is that really good?

Hermione's eyes were dull, and it was difficult to notice the changes in the people around her after being with her day after day. Only then did she realize that Harry was already a head taller than her, compared to the thin figure she saw when she entered school at the age of eleven. , as tall as a shield.

There are traces of green stubble growing beside his lips, and his eyes are as deep as ever.

There are a few scars on his face. They are not deep or big, and they do not ruin his appearance, but they are so dazzling.

Hermione clenched her fists, why did she have to wait for Harry to mention it to her?

Harry is different from himself.

He carries a very heavy thing on his back. Voldemort is still alive, and someone is targeting him in the Triwizard Tournament. He is very strong, but he has always been alone. Snape, Dumbledore, and the professors are all his mentors. , they are leaders, not fellow travelers.

Why can't girls be more proactive?

Harry in particular had endured enough.

I want to accompany him and walk with him, and this desire is not just as short-lived as one or two years. If I want it to last longer, I should take over what I can afford.

Hermione took a deep breath and looked at him with a serious expression and a firm tone: "Harry, I'm inviting you to be your prom partner, okay?"

Her voice was trembling, and her body was shaking slightly.

With a simple sentence, all the courage in her heart was poured out, and it fell overwhelmingly on Harry.

Fleur looked on eagerly with a richer and brighter smile on her face.

The little wizards gathered around. They didn't dare to get too close or poke 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 stretched out. After a while, Just closer to Harry and Hermione.

Harry looked at Hermione, his expression did not change, and he did not speak.

Hermione became uneasy.

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

"It's been several years." Hermione answered immediately without thinking.

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

Hermione held out her hand.

It's like making a contract, solemn and cautious.

"Just a dance partner." Fleur's tone couldn't help but sound sour, "Why are you doing this?"

On Hermione's face, Xia Fei glared at her fiercely from her ears to her forehead.

"Dear Hermione, you should thank me." Fleur tilted her head, her face full of innocence.

Hermione nodded and said "Yeah" reluctantly.

In the distance, the little wizards were busy and cheering.

Harry ignored them and went upstairs with Hermione to the lounge. The little lions followed them 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's the fuss about?

Don’t want to copy your homework?

After Harry and Hermione had almost finished writing today's homework, Ron came back with Neville in a hurry. He jumped to the table, picked up Crookshanks and the Sorting Hat, sat down by himself, and took a few breaths. Then he asked anxiously: "What just happened?"

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

"Listen to Ginny, Hermione, did you confess to Harry?"

Ron was heartbroken. The three of them were usually inseparable, but something like this had never happened before. Why did such a big thing happen at the moment when he left?

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

"Don't listen to their nonsense!" Hermione blushed, watching Crookshanks whip Ron, "We're just partners of the Yule Ball now."

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

"Ron." Hermione gritted her teeth.

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

He glanced at the person next to him, who had the same curious face as himself, and gritted his back molars: "I'm just talking about what if, what if one day Ginny confesses to a little boy who doesn't open her eyes, how will I deal with it. "

"Are you trying to steal your boyfriend from Ginny?" Harry looked up, expressionless.

Ron's eyes widened.

Neville's eyes were also a little straightened. He glanced at Ron in panic, then took a few steps away while holding Bose in his arms.

"I won't! It's impossible!" Ron emphasized, "Harry, my orientation is female, you know, we."

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

Ron's words stopped abruptly.

"What did you do?" Hermione said gently.

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

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

Neville was about to speak subconsciously, and he noticed Ron's knife-like eyes.

The pressure from his brother-in-law.

He immediately and without hesitation shook his head like Ron, like a weather vane.

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

Neville's face changed, but he still insisted.

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

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

Hermione had a blank expression: "Professor McGonagall also said that if the paper cannot be written this time, the person will not be allowed to attend the Christmas ball."

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

"Ron always gets some rare goods."

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

Hermione coughed lightly: "Mr. Weasley, it's so late, where are you going?"

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

"Harry is much more familiar with the bottom of the Black Lake than you." Hermione's tone gradually became indifferent, "Come back, I have something to ask you."

Ron walked back uneasily.

In less than ten minutes, he was crying and confessing, and Neville confessed with Ron.

They were wrong, they shouldn't take Harry to see those things.

The Gryffindor lounge was as lively as ever.

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

The Lion King has a master.

They could only look at other people. The little witches eagerly invited Krum and Fleur, while the little wizards were much more reserved. Most of them only invited Fleur.

Unlike the picky Krum.

Fleur's road to choosing a dance partner was not smooth.

At the dinner that day.

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

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

George and Fred were also among her observations.

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

At the Ravenclaw table, a girl's face looked a little ugly.

Fleur Delacour, a warrior of Beauxbatons, a warrior with part of the veela bloodline, exudes unparalleled charm.

Cedric refused bluntly: "Sorry, it's an honor for Miss Delacour to choose me, but I already have a girlfriend."

He stood up, walked to the long table of Ravenclaw, and held out his hand to Zhang Qiu. His body trembled slightly, similar to Hermione's state last night.

Zhang Qiu was surprised, her cheeks flushed slightly. After being reminded by her sisters beside her, she thought of something, and quickly raised her hand, tightly held Cedric's hand, nodded, and solemnly said those three words: "I do."

Fleur stared at them blankly.

When the booing of Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor became louder and louder, Zhang Qiu and Cedric fell in love, waved their wands, and drove a few puddings to chase George and Fred, who were the loudest booing.

She realized what happened.

She was rejected again - unlike Harry, she was mentally prepared to be rejected by Harry.

But why would Cedric reject me?

And once again.

Because of my invitation, a couple was brought 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.

Fleur was stunned.

She looked at Hermione. This sentence was very gentle, without any yin and yang meaning. Was she really congratulating herself?

"What is there to congratulate?" Fleur shook her head, "I have only been rejected twice in my life."

She raised two fingers, speaking quickly, and her accent became more obscure.

"Twice!"

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

Hermione whispered: "But at least Miss Delacour doesn't have to worry about not finding a job after graduation. She can open a store to help wizards and witches to get married. Oh, even ordinary people can do it. You didn't use magic to promote love."

Fleur pinched the end of the fork and pointed to her white hair.

The sarcasm is here!

Damn it!

Why are the little wizards at Hogwarts so vicious?

"Does Miss Granger admit that she is in love with Mr. Potter?" Fleur bit her back teeth.

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

Fleur's heart was clenched.

It hurts.

What happened? I was obviously going to fight back, and the knife was aimed at Hermione, but why did it stab into my chest for no reason?

I can't eat this meal!

Fleur threw the untouched sausage on the plate and left with her long hair.

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

Harry and Hermione, Cedric and Zhang Qiu, 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.

Some people held books on magical animals, trying to find entries related to Veela and love.

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

When had she, Fleur Delacour, ever suffered such grievances!

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

As expected, Ron agreed.

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