Chapter 587 (1/2)
”Potter! Weasley! Listen carefully, will you McGonagall's irritated husky voice whipped through Thursday's transfiguration class.
For Ron and Harry's bold behavior, van Lin can only hold a sympathetic look.
In fact, because of Harry's victory, this has made the good friends very excited recently.
Hermione had warned both of them, but it didn't work.
Harry and Ron both jumped up and looked up.
At that time, the class was almost over, and they had already finished their own things; the guinea fowl was turned into a pearl pig by them, and then it was changed back to the cage on Professor McGonagall's platform (whose pearl pig and chicken feather are). They copied their homework from the blackboard (describing and exemplifying the application of the transformation and other incantations in completing the variation).
Class was almost over, so Harry and Ron fought swords in the back of the room with Fred and George's fake wands.
They all stopped now and looked up at the blackboard. Ron had a tin parrot in his hand, and Harry, a rubber alligator.
”Now, Potter and Weasley are both good and sensible,” Professor McGonagall said, then looked at them angrily. Because Harry and the crocodile's head fell down and touched the ground - Ron's parrot pecked it with its beak
Admittedly, what Fred and George did was very interesting, especially since van Lin provided a lot of alchemy technology, which made Weasley's joke products even better.
According to the agreement, Fred and George are not allowed to disclose any information about van Lin to Hermione in any form.
It's good to be scolded. Anyway, don't take yourself.
”I have something to announce to you --” said Professor McGonagall, clearing his throat.
”Christmas ball is coming This is a traditional part of the three witches competition and an opportunity to communicate with foreign guests. Now, dances are only open to students over grade four But You can also invite a junior, if you like - ”
Lavender Brown couldn't help chuckling in a harsh voice. Pawuti. Patty touched her in the ribs and looked at her angrily, trying to keep her from laughing.
They both looked back at Harry.
Professor McGonagall didn't notice them, so Harry thought it was unfair because he and Ron were nearly reprimanded.
Fanlin's eyes were bright, and he almost forgot to have this activity, this kind of operation.
Van Lin turned her eyes to Hermione. However, the girl seemed to see nothing. Hermione's eyes were always on Professor McGonagall.
Just as van leen hesitated to call Hermione, Professor McGonagall went on with her speech.
”Dress must be worn. I'm sure you have a list of necessities for admission. I don't want any gentleman or lady who hasn't got the dress by the time the ball starts.” Professor McGonagall continued, ”the ball starts at 8 p.m. on Christmas day and ends at midnight in the general assembly hall. Now -- ”
Professor McGonagall gives the class a leisurely glance.
”The Christmas party is certainly a great opportunity to, um - let's have fun.” She said, in a very unconventional tone.
Lavender laughed even harder, one hand over his mouth, and Harry now knew why it was so funny: Professor McGonagall, with a tight bun at the back of his head, looked as if he had never put his hair down.
(in English, ”head down” means to have fun
”But it's not to say,” Professor McGonagall continued, ”that we will relax the code of conduct for Hogwarts students. I would be very unhappy if there was a Gryffindor student who embarrassed the school in any way
The bell rang, and everyone packed their schoolbags, put their shoulders on their shoulders and raced out of the classroom as usual.
Fanlin just wanted to talk, but Hermione's speed was far faster than he imagined. Just as soon as he looked up, Hermione was gone.
Professor McGonagall called out in the noise, ”Potter - you have something else to do, please don't go.”
Harry thought it might be about his headless rubber alligator, so he bowed his head and went to the podium.
Professor McGonagall waited until the class was gone and said, ”Porter, the champions and their partners -”
”what partner?” Asked Harry in surprise.
Professor McGonagall looked at him suspiciously, as if he wanted to be funny.
”Your partner at the Christmas party, Potter,” she said coldly, ”your partner.”
Harry's intestines seemed to be coiled and then retracted. ”Partner?”
He felt himself blushing.
”I can't dance.” He prevaricated at once.
”Oh, no, you will,” Professor McGonagall was a little irritated. ”That's what I'm going to tell you. All along, dances have been held for champions and their partnersHarry imagined himself in a high hat and tuxedo, accompanied by a girl in a pleated evening dress that Aunt Petunia often wore to Uncle Vernon's company parties.
”I can't dance.” He said.
”But that's a traditional thing,” Professor McGonagall said firmly.
”You are a Hogwarts champion and you should be the representative of the school and do what we expect you to do. So make sure you find a partner, Potter
”But - I won't -”
”I've said everything, Potter.” Professor McGonagall said in a closing tone.
A week ago, Harry would have said that it was much easier for me to find a partner than to fight the horn tailed dragon in Hungary.
But now that he's had a fight with trumpet tailors, and faced with how to invite a girl to a dance, he'd rather have another round of competition with Clarion tail.