"That... was your Hogwarts student?"

Standing at the entrance of the hall and looking at the blue sky, Furong finally reacted.

"Yes, otherwise what school do you think Ron is from?" William said in surprise.

"I remember, he used a black magic in the first round? Oh, I thought it was a student of Demstrong..." Furong said.

William grinned:

"I'm here to invite you, but you don't know which school comes from... Is this a bit hurting your self-esteem, right?

And... you seem to have been blackened two at once."

Why are they classified as Demstrong when using black magic? They are not a hot chicken recycling bin.

Even if it is better than the Black Cute King... the two schools are one by one, and they are evenly matched!

So, Demstrong was simply a murderer and innocently caught in the shooting.

"Am I black? Then I see you laughing happily." Furong looked at William with a smile. The fastest update is computer::/

"Is it so obvious?" William touched his face and blinked, "Then I only have one sentence to tell you... Please increase your efforts!"

Furong gave him a light look.

She turned her head and looked at the girls who were crowded at the window door, one by one, and many of them had even squeezed through the glass and were still squeezing there.

Just wanted to come and invite William.

In the past, boys watched her, but the first time I met more girls than boys.

Furong came to her senses, shook her silver hair, and stared at him with her long autumn eyes.

She finally asked the sentence and said, "William, can you be my dance partner?"

William was stunned for a moment, silent for a few seconds before refusing, "As long as you can beat me, that's fine."

Furong raised her lips and laughed softly, "What a pity."

William echoed: "Yes, yes, my strength is still good. Ordinary wizards are not my opponent."

Furong pretended to be angry, raised her hand and stretched out her thumb, and poked his forehead gently.

William said seriously: "Don't slap in the face, you have to rely on this to make a living."

Furong snorted coldly and turned around gently. She paused for a long time, and finally broke the silence and said:

"William, do you remember the first time we met?"

"Remember." William raised his lips and said, "At that time, I was almost charmed by your 'charm'.

Fortunately, at the reminder of the principal, I drank some potions in advance."

"It's a pity that it's invalid for you now."

Furong smiled sweetly, not only those boys, but even girls were stunned.

Unfortunately, William did not turn his head.

She asked, "You have invited Hermione, right?"

William nodded and said, "Yes."

"You like her very much, right?"

William did not nod this time, and seemed to be a little dazed and was stunned. After a long time, he whispered: "Of course I like it.

When she first saw her, she was bullied by Anne and she was crying.

No matter how you coax it, it can't be coaxed.

Her personality is not very good and she has almost no friends.

When I came to Hogwarts, I could only stick to the only person I knew, just like an octopus.

It’s not easy for me to drive her away, who made me her only friend?

I thought... Professor Snape would definitely help her change her temperament, but she didn't expect that she would still be so unpleasant.

Sometimes I think, Hermione's stubbornness is caused by the fertility of a mother?"

Listening to William's nagging, Furong didn't feel bored, but instead found it interesting.

"We just kept coming here... If Hermione wasn't by my side one day, I would feel uncomfortable."

Furong sighed softly, a little sad.

Maybe if she met William earlier, everything would be different, right?

...

...

Hermione, who left the Gryffindor lounge, soon found William at the entrance of the auditorium.

At this moment, Furong had just walked away when she ran over sneakily.

She first looked on William's face to see if there were any lipstick marks, and then sniffed on his robe like a puppy.

"You have her fragrance!"

I don’t know what brand Hermione’s nose is, it can be smelled.

"I'll have some taste of Furong after chatting for so long," William defended.

Hermione held her hands on her chest, looked at him inexplicably, and stopped talking.

William smiled and said, "If you want to ask, ask."

Hermione bulged her mouth and asked carefully: "Did Furong invite you just now?"

"Yes, but I refused." William said calmly: "Seeing that she has no choice, she also recommended a dance partner for her."

"Who?" Hermione said in surprise.

"This is my secret and her, I can't tell you anymore." William smiled.

Hermione glanced around her, considering her image, and had to stretch out her two fingers and secretly twist his waist.

"Do you say it or not! Well?!"

"I won't say it if I beat her to death!" William held Hermione's not honest hand.

At this moment, three dressed students came straight to the two of them, showing sinister smiles.

Two men and one woman.

Elena Kaslana put her hands on her hips, raised her chin high, and thrust her flat chest hard without covering her flat chest.

"What a handsome man, this is my fat chicken. I'm serious. From today on, Stark will be my Christmas dance partner!"

Looking provocatively at Hermione.

Alvin Mason and Maca McLean stared at her too.

Hogwarts has a group of professional supporting roles. They are sometimes Death Eaters and sometimes Black Wizards.

Occasionally, he can also play guest appearances like werewolf, vampire and dementor.

Rogues, gangsters, rogues, Russian barbarians, American nouveau riche, French soldiers, Slytherin students... are even more vivid in the interpretation.

This group of "scum" also collects money and works as actors everywhere.

For example, now, you are playing a gangster in your true nature.

Elena's hands were almost touching William's face. Just as she was about to take advantage of him, the hero finally made her debut.

I saw Krum walk over quickly.

When he saw William beside Hermione, a trace of sadness and loss flashed in his eyes.

But it doesn't matter, he asked a group of professional drag... to help him set off the atmosphere.

Krum heard Harry say: Invitation should be cautious, the atmosphere should be paid attention to time... He believed it.

How to cultivate an atmosphere? Of course, it is the hero who saves the beauty.

Then he didn't have to pull out his wand, and cast his spell without a stick, and he raised his hand from seven or eight meters away.

Mason seemed to be hit by Avada's big melon, his feet off the ground and hit the trash can.

Krum waved his hand again, Kama fell to the ground, and then moaned in pain.

Elena was the most exaggerated. While flying backwards, she also shouted with a dedicated voice: "I will definitely come back!"

Hermione's mouth twitched a little, and she turned her head away and didn't look at these fools.

William reached out and pinched Hermione's chin, gently turned her head back, and smiled, "It seems that Crum is here to invite you."

"Yes, yes. It's a pity that I'm yours already." Hermione covered her mouth and smiled.

Seeing Hermione and Stark's intimate actions, Clum's heart was about to break.

This is different.
To be continued...