In the last week of the semester, the school was getting more and more lively and noisy. People were rumored about Christmas dances everywhere. Even Allen, who was immersed in the study of dementors, heard a lot of gossip while eating in the auditorium.

For example, Dumbledore bought 800 barrels of fragrant honey wine from Rosmerta, who had three brooms. He booked a popular group of eccentric sisters in the magic world to perform songs...

Compared with these news, the dance partners made the little wizards more restless.

During breakfast, Michael said to Allen proudly that three girls had already sent him invitations. The little wizards in the training class were all very popular.

"I said, man, it's better to speed up, or the good girl will be picked up all," Michael said.

Allen smiled calmly and nodded.

"Well, maybe you don't have to worry." Michael saw the girls around him constantly looking at him, "but you will be harassed for a long time."

Alan followed Michael's gaze and saw a few Ravenclaw's girls instantly excited, pushing and teasing each other.

"I think it's still time for you to leave now," Michael suggested.

"You're right." Allen saw a girl who seemed to be coming over under the instigation of many girls, and quickly got up and left the auditorium.

Allen's invitation has not arrived for a long time, and Hermione rarely got distracted in the spell class. Fortunately, Professor Flitvi saw that his classmates were obviously absent-minded, so he simply stopped giving lectures.

Professor Frieve allowed the little wizards to play games in his class, and he spent most of his time talking to Harry about the wonderful flying spell that Harry used in the first event in the Triumph Championship.

The bell rang out, Hermione packed her schoolbag and walked towards the Potion Classroom. As soon as she reached the first floor lobby, someone called her name.

The unique pronunciation is only one person - Krum.

"Homene, can you be my dance companion for Christmas dance?" Clum quickly came to Hermione and handed her a purple box to Hermione.

Hermione didn't take it and was about to refuse, Crum quickly started talking.

"Homene, at the Quidditch World Cup, I was deeply attracted by your uniqueness. I went to the library every day to see you and have more opportunities to contact you. No one has ever made me so moved. I really like you and hope you can give me a chance."

Krum's two thick and thick eyebrows rarely frowned, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes looked at Hermione as he was not as tough as usual. The pleading look made him look particularly fragile.

He handed Hermione the little purple box in his hand again: "This is the golden thief given to me by my grandmother. It is a relic left by my grandfather to her. As a training prop, this golden thief witnessed my growth and accompanied me throughout my childhood. I made it into a necklace and gave it to you."

Hermione was moved, but she still planned to refuse. When she was hesitating about how to speak, she was interrupted by Krum.

Klum saw Hermione's face hesitation, and before Hermione could speak, he quickly said, "You are not waiting for Allen? Harris to invite you. I heard that he has a unclear relationship with many girls."

Suddenly, a cold voice said behind them: "Is it a superficial star chasing? It's really a cheap excuse to coax the little Muggle witch with an old golden thief. Isn't it enough to stay together often? Is this confusing by Quidditch's second-ranked ball seeker?"

One man came out of the shadow behind them—it was Professor Snape.

"It's shameful to deceive the little witch with his pretty good flying skills." Snape glanced at Krum with contempt.

Hermione was a little angry at Crum's words, but now she said to Snape even more angrily: "If you hadn't been interrupted by you, I would have refused."

"Sorry, Krum, I can't accept your invitation."

After saying that, Hermione turned around and wanted to leave, but in an instant, she was stunned for a moment and hurried forward, "Allen, I don't..."

Allen walked over from the foyer in the distance and smiled at her. His next words successfully made Hermione, who was worried that Allen was misunderstood and eager to explain, turned her worries into joy.

"Hermione, I want to invite you as my dance partner, are you willing?" Allen sent out the invitation without waiting for Hermione to finish explaining.

Hermione nodded happily, Alan nodded to Professor Snape, and glanced at the pillar on the left from the corner of his eyes. Behind the pillar, Ron stared at them unhappily.

"Miss All-My Story, don't be late." Professor Snape snorted coldly and walked towards the Potions Classroom, his cloak rustling behind him.

"I have to leave quickly." Although Hermione was happy, the professor had already entered the classroom, and she couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Alan knew Hermione's character, rubbed her messy hair and said goodbye to her gently.

Looking at the little witch's hurried back, Allen couldn't help laughing, ignoring Crum, whose face was so gloomy that it could almost drip out of water, Allen strode away from the hall.

Back at the tower, Allen sat at the desk, unfolded the parchment paper, dipped the quill in the ink bottle, and quickly wrote it on the parchment paper.

"Give it to Aunt Josephine." Allen fed some cornflakes to Benny and tied the letter to its legs.

Then, Allen took out a piece of music and hummed softly while copying it.

Gwarts teachers and students continued to show their desire to impress Busbaton and Demstrong's guests, and they seemed determined to show the best of the castle this Christmas. The school was decorated with lights and decorations.

And Hagrid is naturally the main force in the school arrangement. Not only did he not complain, he worked extra hard. He was wearing a pink suit, his hair was tied behind his head, and his body was sprayed with cologne.

The handrails of the marble stairs were hung with icicles that never melted, and the twelve Christmas trees that were often placed in the auditorium were decorated with various gadgets, from shiny holly fruits to the live golden owls that kept chirping.

The armor was magically sang Christmas carols whenever someone passed by. It was so funny to hear a hollow helmet singing "Oh, come on, you devout people."

But sometimes, you have to pay attention to whether the sings are armor or—

"Pippi Ghost, come out quickly." Felch pulled Pippi Ghost with both hands, trying to pull him out of his armor.
Chapter completed!