Trash in the Wrong Place

In the final days before Christmas, William encountered more and more trouble.

To avoid the endless invitations, he and Hermione would hide in the Room of Requirement whenever they had free time.

But William still had to go to class.

It's one thing for other teachers' classes—nobody dares to go in and cause trouble—but William's fourth-grade Ancient Runes is different.

If someone comes to audit your class, can you stop them?

A little rubbing won't get you pregnant!

The influx of students has led to a significant shortage of classroom space, with many students bringing their own small stools.

Professor Dumbledore, seeing this, believed that the students' high level of academic enthusiasm was a result of his effective teaching.

So, with a wave of his hand, he moved William to a larger classroom.

That old scoundrel is wicked!

Hermione was furious and, for the first time ever, declared the headmaster incompetent.

But William has already invited her, so what's there to worry about!

Hermione was completely at ease!

Although she said that, being the stingy person she always was, she simply skipped the last few classes. That way, out of sight, out of mind.

It was right that she didn't come; the students were so noisy that it was impossible to teach.

When William turned to write on the blackboard, they would whisper and giggle.

When he turned around, everyone immediately fell silent.

William simply stopped lecturing and instead taught everyone how to make badges to defend against evil curses.

This has many advantages; it draws the attention of all the students, including the girls who want to get close to William.

"The first successful person to receive a permanent 50% off coupon for Akali's Mystery Shop."

When William said that, the students worked even harder, forgetting why they had come there in the first place.

No one moved until the bell rang, they were still frantically making badges.

This shows that William's appeal still doesn't come as strong as a permanent 50% off coupon.

However, no one could get it, because William left quietly. No one noticed, and no one bothered him.

Walking down a secluded corridor, he unexpectedly bumped into Luna.

The girl carried a ridiculous, withered Devil's Snare on her shoulder and, all alone, hopped and skipped along the drawn grid.

Upon seeing William, Luna's grey eyes widened instantly, and she ran towards him.

"Are you bothered by Wrackspurt?" Luna asked curiously.

The Devil's Snare moved over the girl's shoulders, its withered vines gently covering her head.

"Yes, I've been harassed by a lot of Wrackspurt."

William smiled and reached out, turning the Devil's Snare branches to reveal Luna's face.

Even ignoring her strange attire, she didn't look like a girl from a normal family at all.

William liked the girl quite a bit and treated her like a younger sister, just like Anne.

"Annoying, aren't you Wrackspurt... They're invisible, they'll drift into your ears and mess with your brain." Luna raised her hands and clapped them in the air, as if shooing away unseen giant moths.

"Yes, yes, do you have insecticide at home?"

"No... I quite like them, but I'm not bothered by them, and they never come near me."

"Hey, why are you all alone?" William turned his head and asked curiously, "I don't see Anne."

The three little ones were always inseparable... no, after Gabrielle arrived, they became four little ones.

"Anne and Gabrielle are hiding, doing something," Luna, her eyes sparkling. "But I can't tell you."

"Why?"

"I promised her I wouldn't tell you! There's always a proper order to things."

"Yes, that makes sense." William, chin in hand, smiled.

"Luna, can you promise me something?"

"What is it?"

"Next time Anne tells you a secret, you have to tell me. You see... now that I'm here first, I have higher priority."

"It seems so..." The girl thought for a moment, then tilted her head and said, "No! I'm closer to her."

"..."

William sighed, wondering what "surprise" Anne was planning to give him this time!

The last surprise was... she stole Thunderbird egg!

"William, may I ask you to be my dance partner?" Luna suddenly asked.

"You're only in third grade, right?" William raised an eyebrow. "I can't invite you. Besides, I already have a dance partner."

"I know, it's Hermione!" Luna said calmly. "I'm just having a stroke of good luck."

William looked at Luna, puzzled.

The girl's eyes widened. "Haven't you heard that rumor? It's been circulating among the girls lately."

"What rumors?" William had a bad feeling.

"Just ask William Stark to be your dance partner, and you'll have good luck all year round!"

"..."

Are they treating him like a lucky charm? Everyone who shares this will have good fortune!

Who the hell is spreading these rumors? If William finds out, he'll break that person's legs.

"I'll be going now. Tell Anne to be careful and not let me catch her!"

William walked to the other side of the corridor.

Luna watched his retreating figure, then suddenly took out a string of seashell wind chimes from her pocket, hesitated for a moment, and gently bent down to hang them around her waist.

The girl carried the Devil's Snare, which jingled at her waist, and skipped and hopped along the corridor in another direction.

Occasionally, students would encounter Luna and feel a little sorry for her; she was quite pretty, but it seemed like she had some mental issues.

As William reached the door, he ran into a group of female students from Beauxbatons, who were also Akali's Intensive Class.

The moment they saw him, all those scheming France women's eyes lit up.

There are subtle, tender glances, bold, flirtatious looks, and timid, shy expressions.

They immediately surrounded him, inviting William one by one.

As Luna said, the girls really treated him like a lucky charm.

If you get an invitation, you'll have good luck next year.

Of course, this could also be a common excuse to avoid the embarrassment of being rejected.

Just like April Fool's Day, how many people use it as an excuse to confess their feelings? And if they get rejected, they just say it was a joke.

But even William's thick skin couldn't withstand the overwhelming enthusiasm of the France women.

Fortunately, Phoebe rescued him. She walked over and pulled him out of the crowd without saying a word.

"Thank you so much, you've been a huge help." William took a breath.

Phoebe seemed to have something to say, but remained silent.

She tossed her silver hair and was interrupted as soon as she uttered "William".

Ron suddenly rushed over, his face flushed, and stammered, "Miss Delacour, could you... be my dance partner?"

Phoebe glanced at Ron with annoyance and a puzzled expression, then turned back to look at him again.

That expression made it seem as if... Ron was just a piece of trash that was misplaced.

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