Chapter 546 Daily Small Things
‘I’m such a peerless fool…’
Neville commented on himself like this, but the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be suppressed anyway.
Just fool, he admits it!
Although he will pass the transformation technique, know nothing about the potion, and always have problems with casting, and even the spell that is quite good at appearing a little clumsy, what does this matter?
He was surpassed by classmates like Harry Ron before, and he was a little jealous and crushed by geniuses like Granger and Taylor. He was a little discouraged, but now - it's better to surpass him!
This feeling is really strange. I was easily crushed by my father in all subjects, and then picked up and taught me something. I didn’t seem to be frustrated at all!
‘It turns out that’s it. They didn’t lie at all. My father is a genius Auror, and he was so amazing when he was in school! ’
‘Mom’s guidance is also great. She is very good at all kinds of courses, even potions! I can even cook a pot of magic potion without making mistakes! ’
"Ahem..."
Because he was too happy, he was sucked hard by the cold wind holding the snow, and couldn't help but cough.
"Speaking of this, there is still trouble, ah...it's true, the dance party invitation...who should I invite? I'm taking care of accompanying my mother in the hospital. Who should I invite? Or, who would I want to accept my invitation?"
This was the only troublesome thing for the young man Neville.
He was not the one who was conspicuous in school, but now he is...
‘Why don’t you ask for the omnipotent Taylor, he can do anything…’
This idea suddenly emerged, which made Neville stunned.
But he quickly hid this rude idea behind his mind - he had already got something he never dared to expect, how dare he trouble him!
Even if the other party has any easy solution, it shouldn't be the reason for him to beg again.
‘It’s really a difficult challenge to find a way to invite a suitable dance partner…’
He shook his head and walked towards the lobby on the first floor, then saw a bunch of students surrounding the bulletin board, whispering.
"What happened?"
Neville easily found Gryffindor's classmate and asked anxiously - there were too many people on the bulletin board, and he couldn't squeeze in.
"The sky has collapsed," said the other person's face, "The lower grades cannot be invited to the dance floor, and all students who stay in school have the right to participate in the dance."
"Ah?"
Neville opened her mouth wide, "No, the professor announced that he could invite the lower grades to join before the holiday..."
"Each lounge is covered with seniors, and the notice in the hall was posted by the Ripper himself. I invited my dance partner but couldn't dance - Merlin's beard, why did this happen!"
The Gryffindor classmate's face was filled with sadness.
"It's so sad news, man," Neville tried to comfort the other person, but he didn't know how to continue.
Okay, there is no need to think about the lower grades now - he is ready to show off his feelings. Anyway, there are many students who don’t end up dancing, and he is not inferior to him.
He has got enough, so he might as well do something he likes now.
For example, going to the greenhouse to check out herbs - this is the only subject he can beat his father, and his mother agrees very much.
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"Oh, Andrew, you didn't make those rules, right?"
In the dormitory, Hal finally blocked Andrew and asked anxiously.
"What regulations?"
Andrew looked up from the fairy tale book and glanced at Hal - he had a legend in the past few days and was looking for inspiration.
"It's the rule that the lower grader is prohibited from dancing, and the rest rooms are quarreling."
Can you still hang out in someone else's lounge?
The only public lounge is Ravenclaw, and there is also a door knocker for Carmen...
"Yes, I've stipulated it." Andrew nodded without hesitation, "Of course, I won't admit it if I leave the lounge."
"Merlin's beard, why are you?"
"In order to share the joy with more students, it is really miserable to stay in school but not attend the dance."
Andrew spread his hands and rolled his eyes, "Also, save those strange excuses of wanting me to take them to the dance - it's too annoying to use this back and forth."
"Merlin's socks! You said you were not involved in office affairs!"
Hal opened his mouth wide - this is the school rules!
"This is a three-strong competition. It is legitimate for me to put forward my opinions as a referee and be adopted."
Andrew bookmarked the bookcase, "Who will come to the Thunderbolt Explosion Card?"
"You can't do this, I have another problem, Andrew!"
Hal shook his head decisively, "Who did you invite?"
"No, at least not yet."
Andrew shook his head decisively.
"Then there must be. Haven't you invited your girl these days?"
"Yes, but not suitable," Andrew responded while picking up the cards. "I have a feeling when I was invited, well, how to say, it feels like being stared at by a hunter. This feels not great."
"Where are girls of the same level? They are always better, right?"
"I don't have much communication in daily life. I am more familiar with the people from the college team, but I can't talk to each other. I know too little about Quidditch."
Andrew spread his hands and raised his eyebrows curiously, "Why are you asking so much?"
"No, this...this is also a madam...whether from our college?"
"I don't know much familiarity. I occasionally try to give me some of them to me, and I'm even more unable to do so. I'm afraid I'll get a love affair after the dance."
"Let you participate in the club more, you always do that transformation. Now that the dance party is coming, it's really troublesome."
Kevin surrounded him and participated in the discussion enthusiastically.
"You said yes, do you have a good way?"
Andrew glanced at Kevin, very suspicious that he had taken over his senior sister's fifty Xike.
"Anyway, you don't want to dance. You might as well invite a third-grade girl and follow the rules yourself - fourth-grade students cannot go down the dance floor, and you have a dance partner and cannot accept invitations from others."
Kevin showed a silly smile.
"Use rules to limit the rules, otherwise, if you don't take your dance partner, just wait for the whole dance party to be invited - unless you want to reject everyone in a disappointment, or simply run away."
"Kevin."
Andrew looked at his roommate with sincere eyes.
"What's wrong, Andrew?"
"Have I ever said that you are a genius?"
Andrew said to his roommates with great certainty—this is much better than not being able to do it, Professor McGonagall of the province said.
It’s okay for others to forget it, but Professor McGonagall is indeed a little difficult to resist. The professor does abide by the rules at some point.
For example, the referee should look like a referee, the dance party should look like a dance party, and so on.
Now, don’t be willful, it depends on who is willing to accept his request.
(This chapter ends)