Vincent, having finished drawing the map of Greenhouse No. 3, pushed open the door and stepped outside, immediately sensing a pair of malicious eyes staring intently at him.
He subconsciously looked at Phoebe and saw a beautiful, pitiful face.
"Wayne, I need your help with something."
Vincent glanced tentatively at Hermione beside her. "What kind of help is it? I'll help if I can."
"Ahem—" Phoebe cleared her throat, "Um, I'd like to invite you to be my dance partner."
"Huh?" Vincent thought he had misheard, until Hermione repeated it.
Phoebe perfectly inherited Veela's stunning looks, and without indicating that she already had a dance partner, she certainly attracted a constant stream of male admirers.
Even if she makes it clear, there will still be those who are unwilling to give up.
So finding a dance partner who is good enough that all the boys would back down would solve the problem.
And without a doubt, the dance partner could only be Vincent.
Since his girlfriend agreed, he'll definitely help her with this.
However, before the Yule Ball, Phoebe must find a dance partner to dance with.
So, before dinner that day, something big happened at Hogwarts.
The boys in fourth grade and above had been eagerly anticipating their ultimate goal, and it finally arrived.
Phoebe was still wearing her Beauxbatons uniform today, but she seemed different from usual, though she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.
"Her makeup has changed!" James said confidently.
He saw his goddess walking towards him, and his heart began to pound wildly.
Phoebe stopped, right in front of him.
He began to imagine some scenes, some particularly beautiful scenes.
"Vincent, may I ask you to be my dance partner?"
"Of course," James replied to himself.
Alfred, standing next to him, took a deep breath and slapped him hard on the forehead, which was practically steaming.
With a "snap," James woke up.
"No problem." Vincent agreed without hesitation.
The Great Hall fell into a deathly silence in an instant, with only the sound of Phoebe's footsteps as she walked around to the other side.
She sat gracefully next to Hermione as always, and Hermione did not react in any particular way.
This...
Everyone in the Great Hall stared wide-eyed; some of the most exaggerated ones even looked like they could stuff a huge light bulb into their mouths.
Breaking news: Champion from Beauxbatons has invited a Hogwarts student to be his dance partner, and one of them even has a girlfriend!
After a brief silence, the Great Hall suddenly erupted in chaos.
"My Goddess—" James's desperate cry was drowned out by the loud conversation and curses.
"That bastard Wayne!" Blaise Zabini Zabini, sitting at the Slytherin table, slammed his fist on the table, cursing. "He already has a girlfriend, and he still has the nerve to agree to that!"
He clapped his little hands until they were red, "I'm clearly the perfect dance partner for her! How dare this bastard!"
Theodore Nott, sitting nearby, gave him a disdainful look. "You can't even dance. What kind of perfect dance partner are you?"
The shouting and cursing were loud, but Blaise Zabini still heard it.
"Theodore! What do you mean by this?"
"Hmph—" Theodore sneered, ignoring him.
Blaise Zabini responded with a cold snort, then continued slamming his fist on the table and shouting insults.
Pansy's displeasure at the two's childish behavior only intensified her dislike for the other focal point of the Gryffindor table.
So what if Half-Veela? So what if she's pretty? She's just a slut who only knows how to seduce men.
If Draco were here, he certainly wouldn't be "bewitched".
Daphne, sitting at the Slytherin table, blinked her big eyes in bewilderment.
Hermione and Phoebe are both perfectly normal. Could this be something they conspired together?
Yes, if you don't want to keep being bothered by guys, the best way is to find a sturdy enough shield.
Daphne squinted at Vincent's retreating figure, a sly smile playing on her lips.
She was the eldest daughter of the Greengrass Family, and although the number of boys who invited her was far less than that of Phoebe, there were still quite a few.
They're all best friends, so she'll use this as a shield too.
Vincent at the Gryffindor table always felt a chill down his spine.
He put down his fork and turned around to see countless resentful gazes.
It exudes a murderous aura, but unfortunately, its gaze cannot kill.
Vincent turned away, looking unimpressed, and went back to enjoying his dinner.
If nothing unexpected happens, this turmoil will soon subside.
However, accidents always happen unexpectedly, and this turmoil will only escalate.
In the early morning,
The secret base of the Room of Requirement.
"No!"
Vincent decisively refused Daphne's request.
Phoebe's situation was special, and the boys' invitations had already caused her distress.
Why is Daphne meddling in this again? If he agrees, he'll probably become the enemy of all the boys in school.
Fred and George Teng sat up abruptly on the sofa, a strange light gleaming in their eyes.
"Dude, it seems the Yule Ball only stipulates that each person can invite one lower-grade student; there's no rule against having multiple dance partners."
"Yes, the ball doesn't stipulate that dance partners can only be people. In principle, we can dance with whatever we like."
Vincent's lips twitched.
Being a dance partner for two girls at the same time, even if only in name, would make her a complete scumbag if she agreed to dance with them in public again.
The twins, as if they had discovered a new source of amusement, kept urging him on with gleaming eyes.
Two dance partners are nothing compared to his official girlfriend, making it only three. We should include Gu Gu and Jormungandr as well, and ideally, they should also wear the automatic dance gloves they've just been developing.
Vincent's lips twitched violently. "No! Absolutely not! Professor McGonagall will definitely kill me!"
"How could that be? Professor McGonagall values you the most; she wouldn't want to part with you."
"Exactly! Traditional Yule Ball are so boring. If you bring so many dance partners with you, the effect will be absolutely amazing."
Vincent was amused by their antics. "Yeah, I'd be ready to explode."
He turned to look at Hermione, wondering what Daphne had said to her, but she looked so expectant.
"Um... well... Daphne, how about you consider them?"
Daphne shook her little head vigorously.
Twins are too unconventional; they're not even on her shortlist.
Vincent looked up at the ceiling, speechless with emotion.
Seeing this, the twins ran over to Cedric and Cho with mischievous grins to ask for their opinions.
"Me? I have no objection."
"If she has no objection, then I have no objection either."
Alright, alright, you just love watching the drama unfold, don't you?
Vincent looked at Hermione one last time with weak, pitiful, and helpless eyes, only to receive a helpless little face in return.
Ah, this...
He completely gave up on himself.