The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

The wife sent by the organization... Ah bah, the dance partner arranged by the school is actually useful in a sense.

Because it could help Jon turn down some invitations.

In fact, Jon never thought that he would be so popular with girls... In the corridor, just after he left Professor Sprout and went back to Hufflepuff's common room, a girl walked up to him.

Jon only remembered that her name seemed to be Elijah Dexton, a Hufflepuff fifth or sixth year student, the specific information was forgotten...

She asked generously, "Hart, would you like to go to the ball with me?"

To be honest, this girl has good looks and figure, except that she looks a little cross-eyed... But of course Jon will not agree so easily, and he has a ready-made excuse.

"I'm honored, Miss Dexton... But Professor Sprout just told me that Professor Dumbledore seems to have arranged a dance partner for me!" Jon tactfully refused.

The other party looked slightly disappointed, but she nodded and returned to the dormitory surrounded by the laughter of several of her friends.

In the next few days, such things happened one after another.

Jon had at least ten invitations over the course of a week from senior girls (fourth grade and up) from various houses.

Of course Jon refused in the same way.

"I'm so envious!" Zacharias said pitifully.

As a third-year student who was also unable to attend the dance, he stayed by Jon's side every day... hoping that some senior girl would come to invite him after being rejected by Jon...

It's a pity that every girl who invited Jon didn't look him in the eye.

"I have nothing to envy!" Jon smiled wryly.

"You will at least have a dance partner and be able to attend the ball!" Zacharias sighed: "Professor Dumbledore's taste is definitely not bad, but I am different..."

"Hmph... prom or something... Is there Quidditch for fun?" After experiencing many miserable failures, Zacharias finally resolutely chose to give up.

"Dumbledore's taste..." Jon suddenly felt a deep sense of chills: "With Dumbledore's aesthetic point of view...won't my dancing partner be a male woman..."

...

During the last week, the school was getting busier and noisier every day, and rumors about the Yule Ball were everywhere. For example, some people say that Professor Dumbledore bought hundreds of barrels of mead from the Three Broomsticks; others say that the famous wizard music group "Weird Sisters" will come to Hogwarts to perform...

Every corner of the school is decorated with lights and festoons.

The banisters of the marble stairs were covered with icicles that never melted; the twelve Christmas trees that were customary in the Great Hall were adorned with baubles of every kind, from glittering hollies to A live golden owl that has stopped hooting...

The armors are all enchanted, and as long as someone passes by, they will sing... Although Jon believes that this "singing" should theoretically be noise.

During the potions class on the last day before the Christmas holiday, Jon quietly took a look at Astoria and sighed silently.

In fact, he really wanted to invite Astoria to the dance...but neither of them was in the fourth grade, and neither of them could take the initiative to invite...

"Did someone invite you to the dance?" Jon asked tentatively as Snape walked to the back of the classroom.

"Prom?" Astoria blushed immediately, then lowered her head and nodded slightly.

"Who is it...Draco Malfoy..." Jon thought wildly in his mind.

But he didn't dare to speak anymore, because Snape was walking this way.

...

Potions class was over, and they left the professor together to go to the Great Hall for dinner.

Astoria looked a little absent-minded along the way, while avoiding Jon's eyes from time to time.

But when they passed the door of the hall, they encountered an accident.

A red-haired boy with his back to Jon said to a girl in front of him tremblingly, "Hello...can I invite you to the dance party!"

To be honest, this situation has often occurred in recent weeks, and Jon is not surprised.

But this voice...why does it sound familiar?

Jon blinked, wasn't that red-haired boy Ron Weasley.

So what he stopped... Those blue eyes, and long silver hair like a waterfall... Yes, the girl Ron stopped was Fleur Delacour, the warrior of Beauxbatons.

Fu Rong was slightly taken aback for a while, then glanced at the red-haired boy in surprise...

Then, Ron seemed to realize something... He trembled and stepped back step by step, and then, like a fool, ignoring his meal, he frantically fled towards the stairs.

The scene was once very embarrassing.

After all, there were at least a hundred pairs of eyes watching this scene at the gate of the hall.

More importantly, Fu Rong didn't have time to make any reply in the future; before she had time to refuse, or agree with the extremely low possibility, the inviter ran away like a mouse seeing a cat.

Fleur Delacour raised her head expressionlessly, she seemed to have seen Jon on this side, and then walked towards this side with graceful strides.

"Jon Hart?" Amidst the occasional laughter from around, she asked in not-so-standard English: "Would you like to be my dance partner?"

It seemed that she was trying to ease the embarrassment just now... Besides, there has been no rule since ancient times that warriors from different academies cannot be partners with each other.

Jon felt his breathing become short for an instant, and he almost nodded directly.

Astoria beside her also became a little short of breath.

Jon knew very well that this was the temptation of the Fleur Veela blood... Fortunately, the timely use of Occlumency prevented the hormones from quickly occupying the mind.

Jon, who came to his senses, thought about it within a few seconds... To be honest, Fleur is almost a perfect choice, at least much better than the "male woman" that Dumbledore arranged for him.

Jon almost agreed.

but--

"I'm honored, Miss Delacour..." He replied in a strange way: "But I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore seems to have arranged a dance partner for me, and I can't refuse our principal's kindness!"

"Is that so..." Furong smiled gracefully, no disappointment could be seen on her face.

"Just asking." Then she asked softly, "Are you related to Professor Dumbledore?"

Jon: "..."