The Upcoming Christmas Ball

In the end, Neville did tell Hagrid's story.

As Ron said, "Hannah can't keep a secret."

Therefore, sending her the truth can, to some extent, help dispel rumors.

But more importantly, Harry didn't want to go any further about his merchandise.

He must have been out of his mind.

Surprisingly, they would bring it up in advance.

Neville was right about one thing.

Those are the products he endorses: wizard robes, cauldrons, and stain remover ink bottles. The covers all feature animated images of him bursting through his robes on the field, his muscles bulging, and his upper body exposed.

The design sketches for so-called personal accessories that individuals can choose from.

As far as he was concerned, he had no choice at all.

They were all naked.

He even went to see Krum and Ilvas.

Theirs and his are completely different.

There are all sorts of them.

There is a scene where Krum extends his right hand to summon a broom, and after his victory on the broom before turning into a phantom, he gets off the broom.

Ilvas's is more varied because he played the longest matches, including some where he even did a rolling on the ground.

Harry even wrote a letter to Skywalker Alchemy Workshop to inquire about the reason for this.

For example, did he send a few design sketches of his product?

But the reply I received contained only an absurdly detailed data analysis chart.

Every smile and gesture he made on the field, every muscle twitch he made, was recorded.

The data in the chart he was given was far ahead of the others.

Therefore, there are no other options.

If I absolutely have to change them, the others are all just raw images anyway.

Because he himself never wore a robe on the field.

So, in the end, Harry chose not to switch.

As a result, the witches of Hogwarts began using products featuring his bulging muscles, ripped clothes, and moving image.

Among them, Ginny used it the most frequently.

The second is Colin Creevey.

A male wizard!

But Harry breathed a sigh of relief after asking Michael to inquire around and learning that he didn't like men.

He had never imagined his male fans would be so crazy.

I admire him as much as Anthony does.

But Anthony doesn't seem to be buying these products to support him.

After all, the cover is too philosophical.

But Harry had no time to lament about it anymore.

Because, after the Charms Class.

Professor Flitwick made an announcement.

"The Christmas Ball is coming soon—a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament."

It is also a great opportunity for us to interact with foreign guests.

That's right.

The dance is only open to students in the Third Year and above—but you may invite one student from a lower grade if you wish—

Harry noticed that Ryan, who was playfully fighting with Hermione, rolled his eyes.

His mind is now completely preoccupied with one thing.

That means Ryan can't escape this time.

Apart from Luna, all of Ryan's other girlfriends meet the criteria for direct participation.

Even Luna could be invited to the ball.

However, he did not know that.

Ryan rolled his eyes because he felt it was unfair.

Original world line.

Harry is Champion.

Fourth grade.

Back then, the minimum requirement to participate in the dance was fourth grade.

Harry is now in his Third Year.

The conditions for participating in the ball have also changed.

Goodness.

Dumbledore, that old man, was probably trying to help Harry find love.

But it's understandable.

After all, the most powerful magic in this world is love.

The most skillful way to cultivate magic is through falling in love.

This is a mystery that Voldemort, a psychologically single man, could not grasp.

As Harry was Dumbledore considered even closer than his own grandson, Dumbledore would naturally make things easy for him.

On the other side, Professor Flitwick continued, "Please wear your formal gowns. The ball will be held in the Great Hall at eight o'clock on Christmas evening and will end at midnight. Listen—"

Professor Flitwick excitedly jumped off the stack of books that were serving as a height booster in the classroom, exclaiming, "This Christmas Ball is truly precious!"

You must participate and prepare carefully.

After all, this is the first time in history that Triwizard Tournament.

Even if there are more in the future, you may all have already graduated.

Or perhaps it's just Triwizard Tournament.

The bell rang, and Ryan was being pestered by Hermione, who was talking about something.

As usual, everyone stuffed their books into their backpacks and slung them over their shoulders, creating a flurry of activity in the classroom.

Professor Flitwick raised his voice and called out through the noise, "Harry —please stay a moment, I have a few words to say to you."

Harry, who was about to approach Ryan to watch the commotion,

She could only watch as Ryan seemed to have discovered something, and then pulled Hermione away from the classroom.

Professor Flitwick and the rest of the class left (Ron wanted to stay and listen, but Neville pulled him away).

He then said, "Harry, the Champion and their partners—"

"What partner?" Harry asked.

Professor Flitwick suddenly laughed and patted his head. "The partner you're taking to the Christmas Ball, huh?"

Harry, your dance partner.

But I almost forgot.

You're engaged!

That's Ginny from our college.

I don't even need to mention the dance partner.

I should have let Mr. Weasley stay too.

He was still feeling down when Longbottom dragged him away! Harry felt a little embarrassed.

This is the first time a professor has mentioned that he is already engaged.

"Dance partner?" He felt his face flush. "It must be Ginny."

"But I can't dance," he said hastily.

"Oh, you must dance," Professor Flitwick winked (Harry suddenly realized that Professor Flitwick wasn't actually winking at him), "Ginny will teach you that. All the girls can dance."

Seeing that Harry was still a little hesitant, he quickly added, "I also need to tell you this."

Traditionally, the ball was initiated by the Champion and their partners.

In Harry's mind,

Suddenly, an image appeared of everyone waving cups with an animated image of his shirt ripped open.

It showed him and Ginny dancing their final act on the dance floor.

Although it can be a bit romantic at times.

He was even a little tempted.

But shame still prevailed over these feelings. "Can I not lead the dance?"

I mean, I'll dance with Ginny. That's for sure.

But if we start the dance, a lot of people will be watching—

I mean, Ginny's easily embarrassed, and I'm afraid she won't be able to handle it.

"I can!"

"Ginny!" Harry's heart skipped a beat.

I don't know when.

Ginny quietly entered the classroom.

She stood behind him.

Professor Flitwick seems to have discovered this long ago.

Haa!

Miss Weasley, no problem!

And what about you?

Harry? Professor Flitwick blinked again.

This time, Harry was sure he was winking at him.

"You know, Harry, you can even defeat a dragon."

She even dared to rip her clothes in front of everyone.

This little thing shouldn't be a problem for you, right?

This is also a traditional practice.

You are Champion of Hogwarts.

As a representative of the school,

You must do as everyone expects.

Harry, you don't want Hogwarts to be embarrassed, do you?

In front of other schools.

Let them say our Champion are afraid to lead the dance.