Christmas Party And Dancing Partner, Good News From Draco!

Christmas is just a holiday for the students to go home and reunite with their families.

If you have to add some other meaning to it, the Christmas holiday probably also marks the end of the first half of Hogwarts term.

During the previous years, most students would choose to go home during the Christmas break. While the remaining small group of people would gather in the great hall on Christmas Eve to celebrate, that's all.

"Professor McGonagall, I've never heard of a Christmas ball before."

Hearing the voice of Harry, Professor McGonagall smiled.

"This is a traditional event of the Triwizard Tournament, and a grand ball will be held at Christmas, which is conducive to improve relationships with the foreign schools."

"The Yule Ball will start at 8:00pm and end at 12:00pm, and each of you must wear a dress robe."

"In addition, only the fourth years and above can participate in the Yule Ball. Of course, if you personally invite a lower year student as your partner, that's a different matter."

Professor McGonagall didn't even finish talking when Ronald poked his friend beside him.

"No wonder there's a dress robe in my trunk, I bet mum already knew about it."

Harry nodded in agreement.

At the same time, Hermione also had a big headache about the ball.

"I seem to have forgotten to prepare the dress, dear, I need to use Hestia, I don't know if it is too late for my mother to prepare one for me."

"Honey, you seem to have forgotten that your boyfriend owns a high-end clothes shop?"

Hermione's eyes lit up, but she quickly pulled her face away.

Seeing that she was still angry about him messing around in the first task, Lucas smiled helplessly.

"I promise, there will never be a next time."

Seeing her glare, he hastily added: "I swear to Merlin!"

"Only this once, if I find out that you behave like this again, I will never talk to you again."

"Of course, I swear!"

"Ahem!" Professor McGonagall's reminder came from beside them.

She looked at the two who were busy whispering and raised her eyebrows.

"Although the Yule Ball can give everyone a proper relaxation, we will not relax the rules of Hogwarts."

"It's better not to let the professors find out that someone has embarrassed Hogwarts. You don't want to know what the punishment will be, do you?"

Professor McGonagall scanned every student in the classroom and her stern eyes scared everyone to nod quickly.

An angry Professor McGonagall is not easy to mess with.

The vivid and interesting transfiguration class ended, and they all rushed to leave the classroom.

Just when Lucas was about to walk out of the classroom's door, Professor McGonagall's voice came from behind him.

"Mr. Potter, I have something to talk to you, and Mr. Grindelwald, you also stay."

Lucas handed his schoolbag to Hermione and asked her to wait for him in the great hall first.

"Professor McGonagall, what do you want from me?"

Asking just him and Harry to stay behind should have something to do with the Triwizard Tournament.

"I asked the two of you to stay, because I want to talk to you about your partner."

"Partner?" Harry exclaimed.

"That's right." Professor McGonagall nodded: "According to tradition, the champions of the Triwizard Tournament need to perform in the opening dance, and there is also an entrance ceremony."

"So I hope that the two of you can determine your dance partners as soon as possible. In addition, if you don't know ballroom dancing, you can ask me for advice."

Lucas nodded calmly.

Professor McGonagall wasn't worried about him, she knew he could easily deal with something so simple, what she worried about was Harry. Most of what was said just now was for him to listen to.

"Professor, but I..."

"Can't help but participate, it's a tradition!"

Professor McGonagall never gave Harry the chance to refuse.

"Since there is no problem, you can go back now."

Lucas turned and left without hesitation.

As for Harry, whose mouth was gaping, it seems that he still intends to fight for it.

…

In the great hall, the three girls were sitting together as usual, eating the food in front of them.

Cho and Ginny were simultaneously relieved to learn that Hermione had forgiven their boyfriend, they also had to suffer because the overbearing girl would look at them like a hawk if they approached Lucas. She would say that they needed to stay united so he would take the punishment seriously.

"By the way, have you heard about the Yule Ball?"

Hermione and Ginny nodded.

Ginny said dejectedly: "It's a pity that only those in the fourth year and above can participate, so I don't know what I can do about it."

"That's not a problem. Wouldn't it be enough for Lucas to invite you to be his dance partner?"

Hermione ate the bread and said nonchalantly.

Ginny shook her head repeatedly after hearing this.

She and Cho looked at each other, apparently reaching some kind of consensus.

At this time, the people in the great hall were all busy discussing Christmas.

After all, this is the first time Hogwarts has held a ball in recent years, so most students were looking forward to it.

Many people were already inviting their dance partners.

At this moment, a large number of owls suddenly flew in. Hestia did not find Lucas in the great hall, so she threw the newspaper in front of Hermione.

Today's "Daily Prophet" has almost become a special issue of the Triwizard Tournament.

This time the reporting was somewhat fair, at least there were related articles mentioning Fleur, Crum and Cedric.

It would be even better if Krum's name could be spelled correctly.

The headline on the front page was still the famous Harry Potter. The article praised his flying skills extensively.

"What the hell, the papers say that Harry Potter is comfortable with dragons and easily passed his task? I clearly remember his arm being hurt."

Hermione was very dissatisfied with the false content in the newspaper.

She flipped through several articles in a row and finally found the content about Lucas.

[Lucas Grindelwald, a lucky boy with a powerful wand, he released powerful magic to defeat the dragon thanks to his powerful wand.]

Below this report there was a comparison photo of the arena before and after Lucas' spell was cast.

"That's it? These reporters just finished writing about Lucas in such an understatement?"

Hermione flipped through the contents in disbelief.

After confirming that there was only such a report, she angrily threw the newspaper on the long table.

At this moment, she was already planning that when she joined the Ministry of Magic, she was going to fix the newspaper's problems.

Most of the audience who witnessed Lucas's powerful strength yesterday were also dissatisfied with the report.

They spontaneously started talking about how powerful Lucas' magic was to the people around them and how calm he was against the dragon.

It wasn't as plain as it was written in the newspapers.

Under the spontaneous publicity of these people, Lucas' popularity increased once again.

Actually, Lucas was also helpless about this matter.

He received a letter from Vinda this morning explaining the matter.

Simply put, the members of the Saints within the Daily Prophet didn't dare to report on Lucas privately without his permission.

And because the newspaper had to be printed overnight, they had to make just a simple mention in the end. Such a great publicity opportunity was missed just like that.

While Lucas was helpless, he also asked Vinda to arrange a smart person to go to the "Daily Prophet" as soon as possible.

He would never admit that he had previously issued an order to report less on his school life.

"Lucas!"

Draco trotted after him.

"My father wrote back, saying that you are welcome to visit Malfoy Manor anytime during the holidays."

Lucas' eyes lit up. Sure enough, it is different to have that man's son as the middleman.

When he contacted Lucius Malfoy before, the other party only talked about business matters.

This old fox, you talk to him about Voldemort and he slips away faster than a rabbit.

"Then please tell Mr. Malfoy that I will definitely visit after the Christmas ball."

The two walked and chatted.

Lucas planned to have his chat with Lucius Malfoy, and then go to Little Hangleton Cemetery to see the current situation.

Just a few days ago, members of the Saints had found Voldedad's burial place.

It's just that Voldemort and Wormtail are staying in Little Hangleton, so they didn't want to tamper with the cemetery, for fear of being noticed by the two.

…

Harry and his buddy Ronald finally solved their issues.

After the first task, finally realizing the danger of the Triwizard Tournament, Ron took the initiative to find Harry to apologize.

Harry forgave him very easily and the two became good friends who talked about everything again.

"Harry, did Sirius write back?"

"Yes, he said he would try to figure out the cause of my scar pain, and he also told me something about Headmaster Karkaroff."

"I'm going to write him another letter tonight and tell him I passed the first task, I think he will be happy for me."

Ronald agreed with him as well. Then the conversation between the two soon turned to the Yule Ball.

"Have you figured out who you are going to invite to the ball?"

Harry shook his head, actually he had a choice in mind already, but he also knew that even if he were to invite her, the girl would never agree.

"What about you? Have you decided on who to invite?"

Seeing his friend's questioning eyes, Ron suddenly became shy.

"I haven't thought about it yet."

It's not that he didn't think well at all, but that he thought too much.

Thinking of how Lucas and Fleur were intimate during the task, Harry thought it was necessary to talk to his friend and let him give up that unrealistic idea.

But he didn't have time to say it, because he saw Ron stepping past him step by step, walking towards the entrance of the great hall as if entranced.

Harry's eyes followed Ron's walking direction and saw a group of girls from Beauxbatons coming out of the great hall.

Unfortunately, Fleur Delacour was among them.

Thinking that his friend might do something embarrassing, as a good friend and savior extraordinaire, he hurriedly chased after him in order to stop him.