Christmas Ball

On Christmas Day, Harry got up very early.

The most important day of the year is undoubtedly Christmas.

On this day, everyone receives gifts from relatives and friends.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Ron sitting on the edge of the bed unpacking a package.

"You're awake?" Ron said excitedly, chewing on Honeydukes. "Come see your present! Merlin's fattest briefs! They're practically filling our dorm room!"

"So much?" Harry scratched his head in confusion; he wasn't quite awake yet.

Last night they stayed up really late. Veratia and Cassandra, two adults, seemed to be determined to drink themselves into oblivion in the office.

Pabbie doesn't drink, and the two girls are too lazy to persuade her. They just keep an eye on each other, making sure neither of them drinks a little less.

The match didn't end until 1:30, and in fact, there was no clear winner. Cassandra's face was slightly flushed, but she was still full of energy. Veratia was also a woman who could drink a lot without getting drunk. The two were evenly matched and agreed to fight again another day before parting ways.

After all, there's a dance the next day. They can't fight each other to the death, only for Pabbie to get the spoils, can they?

Pabbie: It's not impossible.

"Isn't that right—Wow, Harry!"

Ron opened the gift Harry had given him—a Charlie's Cannons hat. "Wow, that's cool!" he exclaimed, shoving the hat haphazardly over his head. The hat and his hair immediately clashed violently.

"Haha." Harry chuckled, yawned, got out of bed, and looked through his Christmas present.

Hermione gave Harry a book called Quidditch Teams of Britain and Ireland; Ron sent a bulging sack of Dungbomb; Sirius sent a new lightweight pencil sharpener with a built-in gadget that could open all sorts of locks and untie all sorts of knots; Hagrid sent a huge box of candy, with all of Harry's favorite flavors: Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Chocolate Frog, Chew-Bubble Super Bubble Gum, and Fizzing Whizzbees. Of course, Mrs. Weasley, as usual, sent a package containing a new green sweater with a dragon pattern— Harry guessed Charlie had told her everything about the Tree Bee —and a whole bunch of homemade meat pies.

To Harry's surprise, the Dursley family' gift to him this year was slightly different—it was a key with a letter attached.

It was written by Uncle Vernon. The gist of it was that he bought him a brand new Bentley Continental to thank him for his support in his work over the past two years.

It's only fair to reciprocate, so Harry was quite happy.

Veratia gave him a robe as a gift, while Pabbie gave him some materials picked from Magical Creatures, which didn't seem like a very thoughtful gift.

As for Cassandra, she didn't give him any Christmas present at all.

Harry hastily threw on a sweater, then called Ron, who was still counting his gifts, to meet Hermione in the Common Room so they could go downstairs for breakfast.

"Want to go have a snowball fight?" the Weasley twins asked.

Harry looked up, searching for Cassandra and Veratia, but he couldn't find them anywhere.

"No way," Ron replied, rubbing his face. "I'd rather fight Fire Dragon than have a snowball fight with you two—I still remember when you two threw snowballs at Quirrell's head in first grade. Merlin's most disgusting stinky socks, I can't even imagine what you were thinking, daring to throw snowballs at the Dark Lord's face—"

"In a sense, our pranks have finally found their purpose," the Twins said with a grin.

After politely declining the Twins ' invitation, Harry returned to the Gryffindor Tower with them to continue counting the gifts.

In fact, all the students were like this; they wouldn't have come to the Great Hall if they weren't hungry and needed to eat breakfast.

It was obvious that they were distracted during the meal, their minds preoccupied with when they would finish breakfast and go back to sort out the gifts.

At noon, Veratia arrived at the entrance of the Gryffindor Common Room.

"A vibrant light," she said.

The Fat Lady glanced suspiciously at Veratia, who was dressed like a legal queen, but still let her pass.

"Yes, that's right," she said, continuing to eat liqueur-filled chocolates with her friends.

Veratia made her way to Harry's dormitory with ease. She deliberately chose an opportunity when Ron and the others were not around and caught Harry taking a nap in the dormitory.

He went to bed really late last night, and if he doesn't catch up on his sleep, he's afraid he'll fall asleep while dancing.

As Harry drifted off to sleep, he felt as if he were being entangled by a beautiful snake, unable to move.

He suddenly woke up, only to find that pretty face so close to his.

It's Veratia.

"How did you suddenly get in here?" he exclaimed. "This is a boys' dormitory, Veratia— "

"What?" Veratia asked with a mischievous grin, "Am I not allowed in? Or is there a school rule about it?"

"Oh, no," Harry said. "Boys entering girls' dorms get expelled, and girls entering boys' dorms face the consequences—that's the rule. What about Ron and the others?"

"I used a harmless little spell, and they all went out. I think they were going to find those Weasley twins to have a snowball fight with." Veratia recounted the story as if it were something completely unrelated to her, very casually. "Otherwise, do you think I would have gone into your dorm room, you little rascal?"

Harry opened his mouth; this was indeed something Veratia was capable of doing.

He didn't intend to investigate what Charms Veratia had used, as long as it wouldn't cause any harm to his good brothers. Harry felt that Veratia definitely knew that much.

"I received your gift," Harry said. "I quite like it—the robe fits perfectly—and it has several Ancient Charm on it. I think I'd better not wear it when you're angry—."

Suddenly exposed, Veratia's face turned red.

She did tamper with the robe, but it wasn't intentional; she just did it instinctively.

Just doing it on a whim.

"I just saw that portrait of your Gryffindor— I think it's the Fat Lady, right?" Veratia changed the subject. "There were a bunch of chocolate liqueur boxes scattered in her portrait, and her face was all flushed; she was probably drunk."

"That's just how she is, you'll get used to it." Harry rolled out of bed. He didn't have the habit of sleeping naked, but he always wore pajamas.

He had just taken off his pajamas when he found Veratia pressed against his slightly muscular chest.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"How about here?" Veratia whispered in his ear. "I think now's a good time. My office is being watched by Cass, and neither of us has any chance of going back there. How about we stay here? What do you think?"

Harry's breathing became heavy. He had to admit that the suggestion was really good and hit the nail on the head.

"Isn't that a bit inappropriate?" He was still somewhat reserved, thinking that someone might return at any moment, so he said, "What if someone suddenly comes back? What if the professors catch us red- Fang Yi?" "No, that won't happen." Veratia reached out and released a ball of Ancient Magic energy, completely sealing the dormitory door. "Unless the person wanting to enter the dormitory has the same Ancient Magic heritage as us, there's simply no way to find the entrance here. Alright, time is precious, shall we begin?"

Harry felt a chill on his leg as his pants were suddenly pulled down.

Harry was still a little hesitant about "this".

Despite his hesitation, Harry still managed to control his instincts.

Around 4 o'clock, Veratia left Harry's dormitory, completely satisfied.

A short while later, Ron, Seamus, and the others returned to their dormitory together.

"That was really fun," Ron said with a grin. "I grabbed George and threw several snowballs at him. Look at the look on his face! It was absolutely spectacular, wasn't it?"

"Wouldn't it be great if I could smash those two every day?" Neville exclaimed excitedly. "I'm always the one getting pranked!"

Today was truly a day of pure fun—we should thank Harry for teaching us magic.

At this point, Neville beckoned to Harry, "Harry, you're awake! Wait, what's that smell?"

"Oh, nothing," Harry changed the subject. "You guys went to have a snowball fight?"

"Yes," Neville sniffed, "Why do I smell a fragrance? Did you wear perfume, Harry?"

"Oh, my dance partner just came by," Harry said truthfully. "He sneaked into the dormitory. You guys don't mind, do you?"

mind?

The only person who could barge straight into the Gryffindor dormitories was that terrifying transfer student, the woman named Grindelwald.

I wouldn't mind at all.

"It's alright," Seamus said quickly. "We don't mind—but the ball starts in three hours, and there's nothing to eat tonight until then—do you have anything here to grab a bite? I'm a bit hungry after a day of snowball fights."

"Yes," Ron pulled out the Christmas present his mother had sent him from under the bed. "My mother sent me meat pies, Meiji, and sausages. I can give you some if you want some."

"Dian Dian," Seamus said, leaning closer. "It looks delicious—if you don't mind us sharing the love your mother gave you."

"How could that be?" Ron laughed. "My mother was overjoyed when she found out. Everyone loves her cooking—here, this is for you, and some sausage too. I think we need to heat these pies up with Charms, what do you think? They won't taste as good if they get cold. "Harry was also a little hungry; he had really overexerted himself. As a professional Quidditch sport, his physical condition was up to par, but since it was exercise, there was bound to be some exertion.

The energy consumed must be replenished through eating.

The group of them sat around the fire in their dorm room, baking pies and sausages while chatting and laughing.

Around 7 o'clock, the students in their dorms changed into their respective Dress robe, and they all looked uneasy, except for Harry, of course.

Fortunately, Ron's Dress robe wasn't the effeminate kind that Mrs. Weasley had prepared for him before; it was one he had chosen himself.

I must say, the guys in this dorm are all pretty handsome.

The Common Room looked strange; the people inside were no longer dressed in uniform black robes, but in colorful Dress robe.

"Harry, Harry?"

Colin Creevey greeted him, pointing his camera at Harry: "Smile, please? Smile—I don't see your dance partner here, Harry? Who is she? Is it Miss Malfoy from Slytherin? Or Miss Sweeting from Hufflepuff? Is Miss Grindelwald not coming this year?"

Harry thought to himself, "Miss Grindelwald can't come? She just fled Gryffindor with billions of dollars." "I have a dance partner," he said with a reserved smile. "You'll find out who it is once the ball officially begins."

"Who is it?" Ron asked in a low voice from the side.

"Guess?" Harry asked back.

"Miss Grindelwald?" Ron asked.

"Yes, that makes sense." Harry nodded, after all, she was indeed Harry dance partner.

"I knew it had to be her," Ron laughed. "See how well I know you—I know she's your favorite girl."

After spending some time in the Common Room, everyone filed out, intending to go to the Great Hall for the Christmas Ball.

This was their first time attending this type of dance party, and some of them were so excited that they kept whispering and chattering with their classmates on the way there, showing no sign of stopping.

Ron Ron, however, was distracted, trying to find out where his dance partner was.

He asked around several times, and the answer he got was always that Hermione wasn't there.

Harry bumped into Fred as he emerged from the hole in the portrait, and Fred winked at him mischievously.

The Entrance hall was also packed with students, all pacing back and forth, waiting for eight o'clock when the Great Hall doors would open. Some students, wanting to meet their dance partners from other colleges, squeezed through the crowd, trying to spot their counterparts.

Phoebe Delacour walked over just as Harry reached the Entrance hall.

She was stunningly beautiful, dressed in a silver-grey satin robe, and accompanied by Roger Davis, captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.

Roger Davis had a smug look on his face, which clearly meant, "Look how beautiful my dance partner is."

As Roger passed by Harry, he gave his old Quidditch rival a provocative smile.

"He's provoking you," Ron said, looking down. "This Davis—isn't he the one who became dance partners with that Veela woman? Look at his arrogant attitude, you'd think he was dating Miss Delacour."

Harry, however, was distracted; he was now pacing and looking around, trying to find his three dance partners.

What exactly are these three girls dressed like?

Harry is really looking forward to it—