The Christmas holidays are here, and most students have found suitable dance partners, but there is always a small number who haven't.
For example, the twins who invented several novel gadgets eventually discovered McGonagall their dance partner was a glove that could automatically dance.
The cat dean is angry, and the consequences will be severe.
She ordered Fred and George to find a living opposite-sex dance partner before the Yule Ball, or they would be forbidden from entering the ball.
It was just a living person of the opposite sex, and Fred casually invited Angelina to lunch that day, which she readily accepted.
Things happened so fast that George, who was standing to the side, was stunned.
"Merlin's Canary Creams! I think I understand now!"
Fred forked a large chicken leg for him. "What do you understand now?"
George clutched his aching chest. "You... you actually..."
Fred quickly stuffed the large chicken leg into his mouth. "It's alright, George, you'll definitely find a new dance partner before Professor McGonagall's deadline."
"Mmm..."
"Okay, I'll ask Angelina for you later."
After so long, George finally discovered Fred and Angelina's affair.
The Weasley family twins, who already have one different buttock, now have another difference.
On the other side,
Draco at the Slytherin table, of course, also failed to find a suitable dance partner.
Pansy had invited him countless times, but he had always resolutely refused.
The heir to the Malfoy Family can be without a dance partner because there are very few outstanding girls in the entire Wizarding World who are worthy of him.
With such an arrogant attitude, what girl would dare to invite him out?
On the day before Christmas, Draco, who still had no dance partner, was summoned to Snape's office.
We don't know what they said in detail, but Draco has been wandering around the castle ever since he came out.
In the stairwell, Phoebe stopped for the third time and looked back.
Ever since she stepped into the castle, she always felt like there was a pair of eyes watching her.
The feeling was so strong that she didn't think it was an illusion.
"Come out, I've found you."
No one responded.
Just as Phoebe was about to continue upstairs, Draco quickly walked up.
"Malfoy?"
"It's me."
He stood on the step above Phoebe, at the same height as her, and could look her in the eye. "Since you've found out, I'll just say it directly."
He paused, then puffed out his chest slightly. "I know Wayne was your shield, but now that I'm back, you can be my dance partner."
"What?"
"Delacour, I'm inviting you."
"Oh." Phoebe looked him up and down.
Draco felt offended when he saw her staring at the steps beneath his feet.
He's only 14 years old, so it's normal for him to be shorter than a 17-year-old girl.
"I'm sorry," Phoebe straightened her back slightly, "We're not a good match. You should find someone else."
"What?" Draco's eyes widened in astonishment. "You want me to go find someone else?"
"Yes." Phoebe walked past him and went upstairs.
"Find someone else?" Draco's lips trembled with anger.
This is an utter disgrace! The young master of the Malfoy family was rejected because of his height?
This France woman's aesthetic sense is clearly still at the level of a latrine cleaner. Apart from his height, in what way is he inferior to Wayne?
He chased after her angrily, thinking that if Phoebe didn't give him a reasonable explanation today, he would definitely teach that Half-Veela a lesson.
He chased her up three floors, but still couldn't find Phoebe.
Without a doubt, they must have gone to the Fat Chicken Club on the 5th floor.
Draco strode aggressively into the 5th-floor corridor, seemingly carrying an invisible aura.
Turn the corner, and you can see Phoebe walking briskly into the Club Room from afar.
If she hadn't run fast, she would definitely be finished today.
"Hmph—" Draco snorted coldly, intending to go down and continue his wandering around.
Just as he turned around, a beautiful figure brushed past him.
He turned his head sharply and saw a light and graceful figure from behind.
She wore a beige sweater on top, a black knee-length skirt on the bottom, and flat leather boots on her feet.
His gaze returned to the top, and the long red hair seemed to pierce his eyes.
The girl's outfit looked a bit like Muggle's, and her hair color looked very familiar.
However, just because there are so many younger girls at the school doesn't necessarily mean they're all from the Weasley family.
Draco tidied his slightly messy hair and walked briskly toward her retreating figure with a confident smile.
"Hello, excuse me."
She stopped and looked back at me with a puzzled expression.
She's quite pretty, but she looks so familiar.
"Malfoy, is something the matter?"
The voice sounded very familiar.
Draco stared intently, feeling as if his whole body was about to crack open.
She was actually Ginny Weasley, the beggar from the Weasley family.
"Fuck!" he cursed as he turned around. "What bad luck! When did a creature that wears a skirt crawl out of the mole hole..."
Ginny looked completely bewildered.
Why did you call her over just to yell at her?
"Malfoy!" Harry had just turned into the corridor, witnessed the whole thing.
He clenched his fists and glared fiercely at Draco.
"Potter, what? Is she your girlfriend?"
Harry rushed over without saying a word.
Draco ripped open his shirt collar. "Want to fight? Come on! I'll show you what I'm made of today—"
Before he could finish speaking, a huge fist came into view.
He was knocked to the ground, dazed and feeling the burning pain on his face.
"Apologize!" Harry grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up. "Apologize to Ginny right now!"
Draco raised his hand to wipe his burning lips.
It was blood; the punch had broken the corner of his mouth.
"Why should I apologize! Potter!"
Harry raised his knee and slammed it into his stomach. "Apologize! I'll make you apologize!"
Draco's face contorted in pain, his eyes filled with intense resentment. "No!"
Seeing that Harry was about to make another move, Ginny quickly ran over and grabbed his raised arm tightly.
"Harry, I'm okay."
"He just cursed at you." Harry released his grip on Draco's collar and glared at him as he fell to the ground.
Ginny pulled him back a few steps, saying, "Their family is all talk and no action; let's ignore them."
Draco propped himself up with his hands and stared at the two of them with venomous eyes. "Potter, when did you start liking scavenging?"
If it weren't for the large crowd watching outside the Club Room, Ginny would have slapped him a few times too.
"You don't deserve any sympathy, Malfoy."
After saying that, she pulled Harry toward the crowd in the Club Room.
"Excuse me, could you please move aside? Thank you."
Ginny was very assertive, and Harry was still angry.
The students all left, leaving only Draco sitting on the cold floor.