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Now that Potter and Weasley have been kind enough to act their age, said Professor McGonagall, with an angry look at the pair of them as the head of Harrys haddock drooped and fell silently to the floor - Just click for source parrots beak had severed it moments before - I have something to say to you all. The Yule Ball is approaching - a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and an opportunity for us to socialize with our foreign guests. Now, the ball will be open only to fourth years and above - although you may invite a younger student if you wish - Lavender Brown let out a shrill giggle. Parvati Patil nudged her hard in the ribs, her face working furiously as she too fought not to giggle. They both looked around at Harry. Professor McGonagall ignored them, which Harry thought was distinctly unfair, as she had just told off him and Ron. Dress robes will be worn, Professor McGonagall continued, and the ball will start at eight oclock on Click at this page Day, finishing at midnight in the Great Hall. Now then - Professor McGonagall stared deliberately around the class. The Yule Ball is of course a chance for us all to - er - let our hair down, she said, in a disapproving voice. Lavender giggled harder than ever, with her hand pressed hard against her mouth to stifle the sound. Harry could see what was funny this time: Professor McGonagall, with her hair in a tight bun, looked as though she had never let her hair down in any sense. But that does NOT mean, Professor McGonagall went on, that we will be click the following article the standards of behavior we expect from Hogwarts students. I will be most seriously displeased if a Gryffindor student embarrasses the school in any way. The bell rang, and there was the usual scuffle of activity as everyone packed their bags and swung them onto their shoulders. Professor McGonagall called above the noise, Potter - a word, if you please. Assuming this had something to do with his headless rubber haddock, Harry proceeded gloomily to the teachers desk. Professor McGonagall waited until the rest of the class had gone, and then said, Potter, the champions and their partners - What partners. said Harry. Professor McGonagall looked suspiciously at him, as though she thought he was trying to be funny. Your partners for the Yule Ball, Potter, she said coldly. Your dance partners. Harrys insides seemed to curl up and shrivel. Dance partners. He felt himself going red. I dont dance, he said quickly. Oh yes, you do, said Professor McGonagall irritably. Thats what Im telling you. Traditionally, the champions and their partners open the ball. Harry had a Steam not loading the store mental image of himself in a top hat and tails, accompanied by a girl in the sort of frilly dress Aunt Petunia always wore to Uncle Vernons work parties. Im not dancing, he said. It is traditional, said Professor McGonagall firmly. You are a Hogwarts champion, and you will do what is expected of you as a representative of the school. So make sure you get yourself a partner, Potter. But - I dont - You heard me, Potter, said Professor McGonagall in a very final sort of way. A week ago, Harry would have said finding a partner for a dance would be a cinch compared to taking on a Hungarian Horntail. But now that he had done the latter, and was facing the prospect of asking a girl to the ball, he thought hed rather have another round with the dragon. Harry had never known so many people to put their names down to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas; he always did, of course, because the alternative was usually going back to Privet Drive, but he had always been very much in the minority before now. This year, however, everyone in the fourth year and above seemed to be staying, and they all seemed to Harry to be obsessed with the coming ball - or at least all the girls were, and it was amazing how many girls Hogwarts suddenly seemed to hold; he had never quite noticed that before. Girls giggling and whispering in the corridors, girls shrieking with laughter as boys passed them, girls excitedly comparing notes on what they were going to wear on Christmas night. Why do they have to move in packs. Harry asked Ron as a dozen or so girls walked past them, sniggering and staring at Harry. Howre you supposed to get one on their own to ask them. Lasso one. Ron suggested. Got any idea who youre going to try. Harry didnt answer. He knew perfectly learn more here whom hed like to ask, but working up the nerve was something else. Cho was a year older than he was; she was very pretty; she was a very good Quidditch player, and she was also very popular. Ron seemed to know what was going on inside Harrys head. Listen, youre not going to have any trouble. Youre a champion. Youve just beaten a Hungarian Horntail. I bet theyll be queuing up to go with you. In tribute to their recently repaired friendship, Ron had kept the bitterness in his Steam not loading the store to a bare minimum. Moreover, to Harrys amazement, he turned out to be quite right. A curly-haired third-year Hufflepuff girl to whom Harry had never spoken in his life asked him to go to the ball with her the very next day. Harry was so taken aback he said no before hed even stopped to consider the matter. The girl walked off looking rather hurt, and Harry had to endure Deans, Seamuss, and Rons taunts about her all through History of Magic. The following day, two more girls asked him, a second year and (to his horror) a fifth year who looked as though she might knock him out if he refused. She was quite good-looking, said Ron fairly, after hed stopped laughing. She was a foot taller than me, said Harry, still unnerved. Imagine what Id look like trying to dance with her. Hermiones words about Krum kept coming back to him. They only like him because hes famous. Harry doubted very much if any of the girls who had asked to be his partner so far would have wanted to go to the ball with him if he hadnt been a school champion. Then he wondered if this would bother him if Cho asked him. On the whole, Harry had to admit that even with the embarrassing prospect of opening the ball before him, life had definitely improved since he had got through the first task. He wasnt attracting nearly as much unpleasantness in the corridors anymore, which he suspected had a lot to do with Cedric - he had an idea Cedric might have told the Hufflepuffs to leave Harry alone, in gratitude for Harrys tip-off about the dragons. There seemed to be fewer Support Cedric Diggory. badges around too. Draco Malfoy, of course, was still quoting Rita Skeeters article to him at every possible opportunity, but he was getting fewer and fewer laughs out of it - and just to heighten Harrys feeling of well-being, no story about Hagrid had appeared in the Daily Prophet. She didn seem very intrested in magical creatures, ter tell yeh the truth, Hagrid said, when Harry, Ron, and Hermione asked him how his interview with Rita Skeeter had gone during the last Care of Magical Creatures lesson of the term. To their very great relief, Hagrid had given up on direct contact with the skrewts now, and they were merely sheltering behind his cabin today, sitting at a trestle table and preparing a fresh selection of food with which to tempt the skrewts. She jus wanted me ter talk about you, Harry, Hagrid continued in a low voice. Well, I told her wed been friends since I went ter fetch yeh from the Dursleys. Never had to tell him off in four years. she said. Never played you up in lessons, has he. I told her no, an she didn seem happy at all. Yehd think she wanted me to say yeh were horrible, Harry. Course she did, said Harry, throwing lumps of dragon liver into a large metal bowl and picking up his knife to cut some more. She cant keep writing about what a tragic little hero I am, itll get boring. She wants a new angle, Hagrid, said Ron wisely as he shelled salamander eggs. You were supposed to say Harrys a mad delinquent. But hes not. said Hagrid, looking genuinely shocked. She shouldve interviewed Snape, said Harry grimly. Hed give her the goods on me any day. Potter has been crossing lines ever since he first arrived at this school. Said that, did he. said Hagrid, while Ron and Hermione laughed. Well, yeh mightve bent a few rules, Harry, bu yehre all righ really, aren you. Steam not loading the store, Hagrid, said Harry, grinning. You coming to this ball thing on Christmas Day, Hagrid. said Ron. Though I might look in on it, yeah, said Hagrid gruffly. 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Some of the teachers, like little Professor Flitwick, gave up trying to teach them much when their minds were so clearly elsewhere; he allowed them to play games in his lesson on Wednesday, and spent most of it talking to Harry about the perfect Summoning Charm Harry had used during the first task of the Triwizard Tournament. Duty call download redeem of code teachers were not so generous. Nothing would ever deflect Professor Binns, for example, from plowing on through his notes on goblin rebellions - as Binns hadnt let his own death stand in the way of continuing to teach, they supposed a small thing like Christmas wasnt going to put him off. It was amazing how he could make even bloody and vicious goblin riots sound as boring as Percys cauldron-bottom https://beststrategygames.cloud/for/gta-5-download-for-android-offline-2022.php. Professors McGonagall and Moody kept them working until the very last second of their classes too, and Snape, of course, would no sooner let them play games in class than adopt Harry. Staring nastily around at them all, he informed them that he would be testing them on poison antidotes during the last lesson of the term. Evil, he is, Ron said bitterly that night in the Gryffindor common room. Springing a test on us on the last day. Ruining the last bit of term with a whole load of studying. Mmm. youre not exactly straining yourself, though, are you. said Hermione, looking at him over the top of her Potions notes. Ron was busy building a card castle out click at this page his Exploding Snap pack - a much more interesting pastime than with Muggle cards, because of the chance that the whole thing would blow up at any second. Its Christmas, Hermione, said Harry lazily; he was rereading Flying with the Cannons for the tenth time in an armchair near the fire. Hermione looked severely over at him too. Id have thought youd be doing something constructive, Harry, even if you dont want to learn your antidotes. Like what. Harry said as he watched Joey Jenkins of the Cannons belt a Bludger toward a Article source Bats Chaser. That egg. Hermione hissed. Come on, Hermione, Ive got till February the twenty-fourth, Harry said. He had put the golden egg upstairs in his trunk and hadnt opened it since the celebration party after the first task. There were still two and a half months to go until he needed to know what all the screechy wailing meant, after all. But it might take weeks to work it out. said Hermione. Youre going to look a real idiot if everyone else knows what the next task is and you dont. Leave him alone, Hermione, hes earned a bit of a break, said Ron, and he placed the last two cards on top of the castle and the whole click at this page blew up, singeing his eyebrows. Nice look, Ron. go well with your dress robes, that will. It was Fred and George. They sat down at the table with Harry, Ron, and Hermione as Ron felt how much damage had been done. Ron, can we borrow Pigwidgeon. George asked. No, hes off delivering a letter, said Ron. Why. Because George wants to invite him to the ball, said Fred sarcastically. Because we want to send a letter, you stupid great prat, said George. Who dyou two keep writing to, eh. said Ron. Nose out, Ron, or Ill burn that for just click for source too, said Fred, waving his wand threateningly. So. you lot got dates for the ball yet. Nope, said Ron. Well, youd better hurry up, mate, or all the good ones will be gone, said Fred. Whore you going with, then. said Pubg online play on no. Angelina, said Fred promptly, without a trace of embarrassment. What. said Ron, taken aback. Youve already asked her. Good point, said Fred. He turned his head and called across the common room, Oi. Angelina. Angelina, who had been chatting with Alicia Spinnet near the fire, looked over at him. What. she called back. Want to come to the ball with me. Angelina gave Fred an appraising sort of look. All right, then, she said, and she turned back to Alicia and carried on chatting with a bit of a grin on her face. There you go, said Fred to Harry and Ron, piece of cake. He got to his feet, yawning, and said, Wed better use a school owl then, George, come on. They left. Ron stopped feeling his eyebrows and looked across the smoldering wreck of his card castle at Harry. We should get a move on, you continue reading. ask someone. Hes right. We dont want to end up with a pair of trolls. Hermione let out a sputter of indignation. A pair of. what, excuse me. Well - you know, said Ron, shrugging. Id rather go alone than with - with Eloise Midgen, say. Her acnes loads better lately - and shes really nice. Her nose is off-center, said Ron. Oh I see, Hermione said, bristling. So basically, youre going to take the best-looking girl wholl have you, even if shes completely horrible. Er - yeah, that sounds about right, said Ron. Im going to bed, Hermione snapped, and she swept off toward the girls staircase without another word. The Hogwarts staff, demonstrating a continued desire to impress the visitors from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, seemed determined to show the castle at its best this Christmas. When the decorations went up, Harry noticed that they were the most stunning he had yet seen inside the school. Everlasting icicles had been attached to the banisters of the marble staircase; the usual twelve Christmas trees in the Great Hall were bedecked with everything from luminous holly berries to real, hooting, golden owls, and the suits of armor had all been bewitched to sing carols whenever anyone passed them. It was quite something to hear O Come, All Ye Faithful sung by an empty helmet that only knew half the words. Click here times, Filch the caretaker had to extract Peeves from inside the armor, where he had taken to hiding, filling in the gaps in the songs with lyrics of his own invention, all of which were very rude. And still, Harry hadnt asked Cho to the ball. He and Ron were getting very nervous now, though as Harry pointed out, Ron would look much less stupid than he would without a partner; Harry was supposed to be starting the dancing with the other champions. I suppose theres always Moaning Myrtle, he said gloomily, referring to the ghost who haunted the girls toilets on the second floor. Harry - weve just got to grit our teeth and do it, said Ron on Friday morning, in a tone that suggested they were planning the storming of an impregnable fortress. When we get back to the common room tonight, well both have partners - agreed. Er. okay, said Harry. But every time he glimpsed Cho that day - during break, see more then lunchtime, and once on the way to History of Magic - she was surrounded by friends. Didnt she ever go anywhere alone. Could he perhaps ambush her as she was going into a bathroom. But no - she even seemed to go there with an escort of four or five girls. Yet if he didnt do it soon, she was bound to have been asked by somebody else. He found it hard to concentrate on Snapes Potions test, and consequently forgot to add the key ingredient - a bezoar - meaning that he received bottom marks. He didnt care, though; he was too busy screwing up his courage for what he was about to do. When the bell rang, he grabbed his bag, and hurried to the dungeon door. Ill meet you at dinner, he said to Ron and Hermione, and he dashed off upstairs. Hed just have to ask Cho for a private word, that was all. He hurried off through the packed corridors looking for her, and (rather sooner than he had expected) he found her, emerging from a Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. Er - Cho. Could I have a word with you. Giggling should be made illegal, Harry thought furiously, as all the girls around Cho started doing it. She didnt, though. She said, Okay, and followed him out of earshot of her classmates. Harry turned to look at her and his stomach gave a weird lurch as though he had missed a step going downstairs. Er, he said. He couldnt ask her. He couldnt. But he had to. Cho stood there looking puzzled, watching him. The words came out before Harry had quite got his tongue around them. Wangoballwime. Sorry. said Cho. Dyou - dyou want to go to the ball with me. said Harry. Why did he have to go red now. Why. said Cho, and she went red too. Oh Harry, Im really sorry, and she truly looked it. Ive already said Ill go with someone else. Oh, said Harry. It was odd; a moment before his insides had been writhing like snakes, but suddenly he didnt seem to have any insides at all. Oh okay, he said, no problem. Im really sorry, she said again. Thats okay, said Harry. They stood there looking at each other, and then Cho said, Well - Yeah, said Harry. Well, bye, said Cho, still very red. She walked away. Harry called after her, before he could stop himself. Whore you going with. Oh - Cedric, she said. Cedric Diggory. Oh right, said Harry. His insides had come back again. Source felt as though they had been filled with lead in their absence. Completely forgetting about dinner, he walked slowly back up to Gryffindor Tower, Chos voice echoing in his ears with every step he took. Cedric - Cedric Diggory. He had been starting to quite like Cedric - prepared to overlook the fact that he had once beaten him at Quidditch, and was handsome, and popular, and nearly everyones favorite champion. Now he suddenly realized that Cedric was in fact a useless pretty boy who didnt have enough brains to fill an eggcup. Fairy lights, he said dully to the Fat Lady - the password had been changed the previous day. Yes, indeed, dear. she trilled, straightening her new tinsel hair band as she swung forward to admit him. Entering the common room, Harry looked around, and to his surprise he saw Ron sitting ashen-faced in a distant corner. Ginny click to see more sitting with him, talking to him in what seemed to be a low, soothing voice. Whats up, Ron. said Harry, joining them. Ron looked up at Harry, a sort of blind horror in his face. Why did I do it. he said wildly. I dont know what made me do it.

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