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Chapter 437 What are the girls discussing?
Chapter 437 What are the girls discussing?
The mornings at Hogwarts on weekends are not particularly lively. Most students are enjoying a long-awaited nap in bed, while only a few diligent students get up at this time.
For example, Hermione Granger and her new friends.
"Hermione, what should I do here?" Sitting in the garden, Fleur looked at the magic circle diagram in front of her with a headache.
"There seems to be something wrong with the outer contour of the energy storage magic circle—it's not closed here," Hermione muttered, then took out a pen to help her correct it.
Fleur, pleased with Hermione's help, nodded happily: "Thanks to you, Hermione! You must be the most skilled magic circle student at Hogwarts, right?"
"Not necessarily—" Although she said that, Hermione still had a slightly smug expression on her face.
After helping Furong with a question in class one day, she somehow became good friends with Furong. She also unexpectedly discovered that this seemingly arrogant and somewhat blunt girl was actually a very kind and good person.
She's just a little straightforward, which happens to be the case with Hermione as well.
Surprisingly, two straightforward people can get along peacefully together.
"Oh, right, Hermione." As if remembering something, Fleur smiled at her and then lowered her voice, "Christmas is almost here."
"Huh?" Hermione paused for a moment, then understood what Fleur meant: "Have you found a dance partner yet?"
"Hmm—" Hibiscus shook her head, a little annoyed. "Not yet."
"I actually wanted to dance with Professor Hamilton before," Fleur said frankly, "but I feel like I might not be a good match for her."
"Actually, you're a good match." Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you both half-Vessels?"
"And they're all very beautiful."
"But I don't know Professor Hamilton at all," Fleur said, shaking her head. "I'll probably be rejected."
"And I also—"
"Don't think like that, Fleur," Hermione said, straightening her expression. "You need to have confidence!"
"Wouldn't it be great if we boldly invited Professor Hamilton and she agreed?"
"Don't be discouraged if you don't get a response, because this will always be the result if you don't try."
"You're right, Hermione!" Fleur bit her lip and happily pounced on Hermione, hugging and rubbing against her.
Thank you for your guidance and encouragement!
"Ah—it's okay, it's okay!" Hermione quickly broke free from her movements.
"Ah! Sorry, I got a little too excited!" Hibiscus smiled, her inexplicable radiance making her stand out even more.
"It's alright, it's alright." Hermione calmed herself down a bit, then coughed and said, "But I really don't have a dance partner yet."
"Is that so?" Fleur's smile faded, and after a few seconds of serious thought, she said, "I thought you would be with Ron Weasley."
"Hmph." Upon hearing the name, Hermione immediately snorted and pouted, saying, "I don't want to be with him."
"He's such a nasty guy!"
Hercules's expression made Fleur purse her lips: "Then—what about Harry?"
"Isn't he your friend too?"
"Harry has his own dance partner," Hermione said, waving her hand as if she had just thought of something. "Besides, I don't really want to dance with Harry either."
Moreover, Harry doesn't seem to be in a good mood lately—Ron said it's because he's not sleeping well and keeps having nightmares about Voldemort—it seems best to tell Dumbledore about this.
"Hmm—" Hibiscus on the other side nodded thoughtfully, "That feels a bit difficult—"
"Actually, Ron Weasley is pretty good, isn't he?" she said after thinking for a moment. "Besides, don't you like him?"
"Huh?" Hermione stared wide-eyed at Fleur, a blush suddenly spreading across her face. "I don't like him at all."
"What is it about him that makes him likable?"
"There are many," Furong said after thinking for a moment. "For example, he's very brave."
"And it was quite interesting," she said with a smile. "He even asked me to be his dance partner a few days ago, but he couldn't say a word for ages."
"————" Upon hearing this, Hermione's blush vanished instantly. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, saying, "That's why I don't want to be his dance partner."
"Huh?" Furong paused for a moment, then muttered as if she understood something, "Didn't he invite you?"
"That's so hurtful to say!" Hermione sighed helplessly. "He invited me."
"Then why don't you agree?"
"Because he said it in a very surprised tone." Hermione gritted her teeth in anger as she recalled that day: "He said T..."
"Hermione, you're a girl too! If it really doesn't work out, why don't you come with us? Harry or me, you can choose either!"
"In that case!"
"Ah—it really sounds like I really want him to say it." Furong chuckled softly.
"What are you so happy about—" Hermione said, looking at her with displeasure. "You're supposed to be talking to Professor Hamilton!"
"If you ask me, just go and invite her the next time she shows up!"
"Ah—isn't this a bit too hasty?"
"There's no rush, you just need the courage to go all out!" Hermione said this when a silver-haired figure appeared.
It was Professor Hamilton! She wasn't wearing a magic hat, and her long, silver hair was draped messily over her white shirt. What surprised the two even more was that her lower body seemed to be—completely naked!
She only covered those crucial areas with the hem of her shirt, and she wasn't even wearing shoes, walking barefoot on the street.
"What's going on?" Hermione looked at Fleur, and Fleur looked at Hermione in return.
"Ahem—no matter what, now is your chance to make a move!" Hermione said, suddenly pulling Fleur toward Professor Hamilton.
"?" As the two approached, Professor Hamilton looked a little puzzled. She tilted her head and stared blankly at them with her blue eyes.
Why does Professor Hamilton seem a little strange today? Hibiscus lowered her head slightly and saw Professor Hamilton's bare feet.
No, that's not just a little strange, it's extremely strange!
But no matter what, Hermione is right, and I should go all out and put forward my ideas.
She took a deep breath and looked at Professor Hamilton, saying, "Professor Hamilton—I—I have something I want to ask you."
"————" Loila stared at her silently, her blue eyes not even blinking.
"It's like this—" Fleur pursed her lips and said, "The Christmas ball is coming up soon—I wanted to ask if you have a dance partner?"
"If not, may I?" she asked, clenching her fist as she looked at Loila. "I want to be your dance partner!"
"Well done, Hibiscus!" Hermione nodded vigorously. That's the kind of boldness you need to project! If only Ron could say that too—
Cough cough, it has nothing to do with him!
In short, Hibiscus is bound to succeed, right?! Look, even Professor Hamilton is stunned—wait a minute! Professor Hamilton, what are you doing?!
To Hermione's astonishment, Professor Hamilton suddenly embraced Fleur, and it wasn't just a simple hug, but an embrace that seemed to want to completely melt Fleur into his body!
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