Harry and Ginny maintained a certain distance, but everyone could see that there was a hint of romance between them.
The conversation was awkward, but the way they interacted wasn't as natural as before.
This is a good sign, proving that Harry has started to pay attention to Ginny.
During physical training that evening, Harry kept glancing at the area below the ring, intentionally or unintentionally.
Vincent followed the gaze, then looked away with a puzzled expression.
Ginny actually wore makeup!
Considering that she stood motionless and lost in thought outside the Club Room that afternoon, something must have happened between the two of them.
Vincent smiled silently at Harry, who lost track of how many push-ups he had done.
Since I can't remember, let's start from the beginning and make another 100.
After training, Vincent handed Harry a bottle of water with a half-smile.
"Thanks."
Do you like Ginny?
"Puff--"
As if he had expected Vincent stepped aside and handed over a new towel.
"Such a strong reaction! Did I guess right?"
Harry didn't answer, and continued wiping his mouth.
"Ginny is getting prettier and prettier. I noticed a lot of boys staring at her just now."
Harry quickly covered his head with a towel, pretending to wipe away sweat.
"Hi, Ginny, are you here to see Harry?"
He ripped off the towel, only to see Vincent's big, mischievous face.
"Don't deny it, your ears are all red. Don't worry, no one will hear what we're saying."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief and gently rubbed his burning red ears. "I... I invited Ginny this afternoon."
"She agreed?"
He nodded, took off his glasses and wiped the sweat dripping from them. "My godfather gave Ron and me an idea. He told us to invite girls from the lower grades."
Vincent winked at the empty edge of the ring, then joked, "And then you guys took a liking to Ginny and Luna, and Ginny's Ron's sister, so you invited her?"
Harry hurriedly explained, "No, I originally planned to invite Astoria, but she was with her sister at the time, so I felt embarrassed to ask."
Vincent frowned and glanced at the edge of the still empty arena.
"Harry, you mean you didn't plan to invite Ginny in the first place?"
"Uh... not exactly." Harry awkwardly put his glasses back on. "You know, Champion need dance partners. I did start out thinking about completing the mission."
Vincent pulled him to sit down. "So what are your thoughts now?"
"I... I don't know."
Harry's bright green eyes were full of confusion. "We chatted for a while before dinner tonight. She asked me if I could dance, and I said no. Then she said she could teach me, and then I agreed."
Vincent's lips twitched violently. "Alright, so what do you think of Ginny?"
"Hmm... I didn't expect her to look so good when she dressed up."
Vincent smiled toward the edge of the ring. "Harry, you know what? When a girl starts dressing up seriously, it means she wants to get the attention of someone she likes."
Harry unconsciously picked up the towel again and folded it perfectly flat. "Like Hermione did before?"
"Yes." Vincent placed the folded towel aside. "You've known her for so long, haven't you noticed that she's always secretly watching you? Like when you were sneaking glances at her during training just now."
"Huh?" Harry was shocked. "She really... no, I mean I just..."
Vincent raised an eyebrow and gestured toward a neatly folded towel beside him. "Harry, I remember you're not the kind of person who's particularly particular about the finer things in life."
He stood up and gently patted Harry on the shoulder. "Don't worry too much about other people's feelings. You should always prioritize yourself."
Harry understood what he meant; Sirius Black had said something similar before.
"I always put myself first..."
Ginny is Ron's sister, and Ron is Harry's best friend.
The Weasley family have been very kind to Harry, and he doesn't want to hurt any of them.
But if Vincent said is true, Ginny has indeed liked him for a long time, then it seems that he only has one choice left.
No, we shouldn't prioritize others' feelings; we should prioritize our own.
Seeing him deep in thought, Vincent went to the edge of the ring alone.
When he passed through an invisible magical barrier, he found that Hermione and Ginny, who had been there just moments before, were gone, and they were nowhere to be seen in the Club Room either.
He was probably devastated, but you can't force feelings. All he could do was guide Harry to recognize himself as soon as possible and make a decision according to his true wishes.
For several days in a row, Harry and Ginny didn't talk much.
With Christmas approaching, there are some things we will eventually have to face.
After Friday's Transfiguration class, McGonagall asked Harry to go to her office again.
To avoid embarrassing herself at the ball, she decided to personally instruct Harry on how to dance.
"Professor, actually... actually my dance partner can dance."
McGonagall's long eyelashes drooped and then lifted again. "Really? Then you'd better study hard. There are only two weeks left until the ball. Are you confident you can learn it?"
Harry nodded stiffly. "Professor, I have confidence."
He regretted it as soon as he left the office.
Why? Why did he inexplicably tell McGonagall that his dance partner could dance?
Was it because he promised Ginny?
Whatever it is, he is not ready to face her yet.
He was distracted during the evening training session, Vincent had to end it early.
"Harry, what's wrong with you?"
"Yes, it's an enormous problem."
Harry made a video call to Sirius Black in the afternoon and was told to go directly to Ginny to learn to dance.
It's not some man-eating dark Magical Creatures, so what's there to be afraid of?
But when Harry tried to muster his courage, he found himself stiff and unable to move.
"Vincent, what should I do? If I embarrass myself at the Yule Ball, Professor McGonagall will definitely kill me."
Killing is a bit of an exaggeration, but it certainly won't be any better.
Vincent shrugged and looked toward the edge of the ring.
Harry turned his head and was completely stunned.
It's Hermione and Ginny. There was definitely no one there just now.
"My girlfriend is waiting for me." Vincent winked at Harry. "I'm sorry, I couldn't give you any useful advice."
Harry didn't have time to think about why he blinked, so he could only bite the bullet and jump off the ring to stand in front of Ginny.
"Ginny, I...we..."
Vincent, looking helpless, took Hermione's little hand and faced the students who were still in the Club Room.
"Alright, that concludes today's activities for the Owl Club. Everyone, please go home and get some rest!"
The students, seeing him and Hermione holding hands, knew perfectly well what the two were up to.
The heartbroken girls left, a small number of heartbroken boys left, and the remaining indignant boys also left.
After the clueless George and Ron were pulled away by Fred, only four people remained in the Club Room.
Vincent told Harry, "Remember to turn off the lights when you leave," and then took Hermione's hand and left the Club Room.
Harry and Ginny looked at each other, both at a loss.
The stage is set up, and the venue is cleaned up. If you still don't have the courage to go on stage, then there's really nothing that can be done.