Chapter 589 (1/2)

As a matter of fact, Ron is the one who suffered. Professor McGonagall's invitation is not so easy to refuse.

Dancing around Professor McGonagall is not a common practice. It's what President Hogwarts does.

The last week of the term became more and more noisy.

Rumors of the Christmas party were flying around, but not all of them were heard - Dumbledore, for example, had bought 800 barrels of spiced honey wine from Mrs. rosemart.

That may sound true, and he has already reserved a sister. In fact, it was very He never owned a wizard radio, but from the ecstasy of those who grew up listening to wizard radio, it was a famous singing group.

Some teachers, such as Professor Villefort, stop teaching when they see that their hearts don't know where to fly. He allows students to play games in his star class, while he himself spends most of his time talking to Porter about the clever flying charm used by Porter in the three wizard competition, the first mission of Porter.

Other teachers are not so generous.

Professor bincy, for example, has been talking about it from his notes on the goblin Uprising - as if he would not stop lecturing even if he was in danger.

So they don't think it's possible to stop him with a little thing like Christmas.

In fact, van leen never understood why Prof. burns was so sharp How amazing! He talked about the bloody and violent goblin rebellion, which sounded like Percy's crucible report - long and smelly.

Professor Moody's class lasted until the last second, and Snape was no exception.

He looked at the class with malice, as if warning them that he would test their detoxification ability in the last class of the semester.

”It's a devil.” ”The last day of the test, the end of the semester break was wiped out by that whole bunch of reviews,” Ron said bitterly that night in the Gryffindor common room

”Well You don't torture yourself like that, do you? ” Said Hermione, looking up at him from the potion notes he was reviewing.

Ron is busy building his paper fortress with explosive cards - more fun than playing MAG, because the whole fortress will explode at any time.

”It's Christmas.” Harry said lazily, lying in his easy chair by the fire, he had read ”fly with the cannon” for the tenth time.

Hermione looked at him seriously, too. ”I thought you were doing something constructive.”

”Like what?” Harry said, looking at the ”about” in the cannon. Zogins tied a short stick to a pursuer of Percy castle.

”Egg! Golden eggs Said Hermione.

”Well, Hermione, I'll find out on February 24th.” Said Harry.

He put the golden eggs in the trunk upstairs, which he had not opened since the celebration party of the first mission. After all, it's two and a half months before he needs to know what all these screaming wails mean.

”It may take weeks to arrive.” Said Hermione. ”If everyone knows what the next task is, then you don't know. You'll be like a fool!”

”Leave him alone, Hermione. He needs a rest.” Ron said he put the last two cards on the top of the fort, and the whole one exploded, burning his eyebrows.

”Don't worry, Hermione.” Van Lin said, ”maybe, I'll probably...”

”Harry has to find out for himself.” Hermione says angrily that she seems to have forgotten how she helped Harry.

Fanlin laughed twice. It was no doubt unreasonable to argue with Hermione on this issue.

”Very nice, Ron That goes well with your dress, really. ”

Fred and George were talking at a distance. They came up and sat down at a few people's desks, when Ron felt that he had made things worse.

Scorched eyebrows, with bad lace and lace.

Ron will never forget that one morning, Mrs. Weasley asked the owl to deliver the clothes box

”Ron, can we borrow your peaway army?” Asked George.

”No, it's going to deliver the letter now,” said Ron. ”What's the matter?”

”Because George wanted to invite him to the ball,” Fred said sarcastically.

”Because we're sending letters, fool.” Said George.

”Who are you always writing to?” Said Ron.

”If you're meddling Put your nose out, Ron, or I'll burn you too, ”Fred, dangerously waving his wand.

Van Lin guessed it was bagmond. They made a lot of money at the Quidditch World Cup.

Fanling was just about to say he could lend the owl, but Fred's next words held him back.”So Have you all found a partner? ”

”No.” Ron said in a dismay way.

”Well, you better act quickly, old friends, or, good ones are invited to leave.” Fred said.

”Who will you go with?” Ron said.

”Angelina.” Fred blurted out, not embarrassed at all.

”What?” Ron asked in surprise. ”You have invited her?”