Hermione Is My Girlfriend!

"Was that... a student from Hogwarts?"

Standing at the entrance of the hall, gazing at the azure sky, Phoebe finally came to her senses.

"Yeah, otherwise, which school did you think Ron went to?" William asked in surprise.

"I remember, he used some Dark Magic in the first round, didn't he? Oh dear, I thought he was Durmstrang's student..." Phoebe said.

William grinned and said:

"They invite you, but you don't even know which school they're from... Isn't that a bit hurtful to their pride?"

Also... it seems like you've gotten two darker skin tones all of a sudden.

Why is Durmstrang categorized as someone who uses Dark Magic? They're not some dumping ground for trash.

Even compared to the Dark Moe Lord... the two schools are still one family, equally matched!

Therefore, Durmstrang's reputation was completely damaged; he was an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.

"Am I being sarcastic? You look so happy." Phoebe looked at William with a beaming smile.

"Is it that obvious?" William touched his face, blinked, and said, "Then I only have one thing to tell you... Please increase the intensity!"

Phoebe rolled her eyes at him.

She turned to look at the girls crowding around the window and doorway, almost frantic, many of them even breaking through the glass, still pushing and shoving.

I just wanted to come and invite William.

Previously, it was always boys who watched her; this was the first time she had encountered more girls than boys.

Phoebe snapped out of her daze, tossed her silver hair, and gazed at him with her long, clear eyes.

She finally asked the question, "William, will you be my dance partner?"

William paused for a moment, remained silent for a few seconds, and then politely declined, saying, "If you can beat me, then it's fine."

Phoebe smiled softly, a slight upturn at the corners of her lips. "What a pity."

William chimed in, "Yes, yes, my strength is passable; most wizards are no match for me."

Phoebe feigned anger, raised her hand, and gently poked his forehead with her thumb.

William said seriously, "Don't slap me in the face, I rely on this for a living."

Phoebe snorted coldly and turned around gracefully. After a long pause, she finally broke the silence and said:

William, do you remember the first time we met?

"I remember," William said with a smirk. "Back then, I was almost bewitched by your 'charm'."

Fortunately, thanks to the principal's reminder, I drank some Potions beforehand.

"Unfortunately, it's no longer effective against you."

Phoebe smiled sweetly, and not only the boys, but even the girls were stunned.

Unfortunately, William didn't turn around.

She asked, "You've already invited Hermione, haven't you?"

William nodded and said, "Yes."

You really like her, don't you?

William didn't nod this time, seemingly lost in thought. After a long while, he whispered, "Of course I like it."

The first time I met her, she was being bullied by Anne and she was crying.

No matter how I try to coax him, he won't listen.

She has a bad personality and hardly any friends.

When I arrived at Hogwarts, I was the only person he knew, and he clung to me like an octopus.

I didn't want to kick her out, since I was her only friend.

I thought... Professor Snape could definitely help her change her personality, but I didn't expect her to remain so unlikable.

Sometimes I wonder, is Hermione's stubbornness something she was born with?

Phoebe didn't find William's rambling annoying at all; on the contrary, she found it amusing.

"We've been like this all along... If Hermione weren't by my side one day, I'd probably feel really lost."

Phoebe sighed softly, somewhat dejected.

Perhaps if she had met William earlier, everything would have been different?

Hermione, having left the Gryffindor Common Room, quickly found William at the entrance to the Great Hall.

Just then, Phoebe had walked a short distance away when she sneaked over.

She first checked William's face for lipstick marks, then sniffed his robe like a puppy.

You smell like her!

I wonder what brand of dog nose Hermione has, to be able to smell this.

"Having chatted with Phoebe for so long, I'm bound to pick up some of her influence," William explained.

Hermione crossed her arms, gazing at him with an inscrutable expression, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.

William laughed and said, "Ask away if you want."

Hermione pouted and asked cautiously, "Did Phoebe invite you just now?"

"Yes, but I refused," William said calmly. "Seeing that she had no one to choose from, I even recommended a dance partner to her."

"Who is it?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"This is a secret between her and me, I can't tell you," William said with a smile.

Hermione glanced around, and mindful of her image, she could only secretly pinch his waist with two fingers.

"Will you talk or not?!"

"I'd rather die than tell!" William grabbed Hermione's restless hand.

Just then, three students dressed in a sleazy manner rushed towards the two of them, revealing sinister smiles.

Two men and one woman.

Elena Kaslana stood with her hands on her hips, chin held high, and forcefully thrust out her flat, sunken chest, making no attempt to conceal her small breasts.

"What a handsome man! This is my fat chicken. I'm serious, from today onwards, Stark is my Christmas dance partner!"

He stared at Hermione defiantly.

Evan Mason and Maka Clay were also watching her.

Hogwarts has a group of professional extras. Sometimes they are Death Eaters, sometimes they are Dark Wizards.

Occasionally, they can also make cameo appearances Werewolf, vampires, and Dementor.

The characters—thugs, hooligans, scoundrels, Russia barbarians, United States nouveau riche, France soldiers, Slytherin students—are portrayed with remarkable realism.

These "scumbags" also get paid to act in various films and TV shows.

For example, right now, he's playing the role of a thug, just like himself.

Elena's hand was almost touching William's face, and she was about to take advantage of him, when the hero finally appeared.

Krum quickly walked over.

When he saw William beside Hermione, a look of sadness and disappointment flashed in his eyes.

But it didn't matter; he hired a group of professional shills... to help him create the atmosphere.

Krum believed Harry's advice. "Be careful with invitations, pay attention to the atmosphere, pay attention to the timing..."

How do you create that atmosphere? By having a hero rescue a damsel in distress, of course!

Then, without even drawing his wand, he Wandless Magic, raising his hand from seven or eight meters away.

Mason was as if he had been hit by Avada Kedavra, his feet leaving the ground and crashing into a trash can.

Krum waved his hand lightly again, and Kama fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

Elena was the most flamboyant; as she flew backwards, she professionally shouted, "I'll definitely be back!"

Hermione's lips twitched slightly, and she turned her head away, refusing to look at these idiots.

William reached out and pinched Hermione's chin, gently turning her head back, and chuckled, "Looks like Krum came to invite you."

"Yes, yes. It's a pity I'm already yours," Hermione said, covering her mouth with a laugh.

Seeing Hermione and Stark's intimate actions broke Krum's heart.

This is not what we agreed on.

He... no longer believed Harry.

William suddenly reached out and put his arm around Hermione's slender waist, declaring his ownership in front of everyone. "Hermione is my girlfriend and my dance partner."

So, don't invite her anymore, and don't invite me either.

Daphne, who had been pestered by her sister for several days and had finally managed to get rid of her, rushed over to invite William, only to overhear this devastating news.

She stood in the aisle, tears streaming down her face, and eventually even squatted down and wailed, looking extremely pitiful.

The male students who were fortunate enough to witness this scene were all furious at William's departure... What a scumbag!

Krum glanced at Daphne and found the girl to be quite pretty.

He walked over, about to speak, when he heard a cold, detached word:

"Roll!"

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