Fleur continued: "And Mr. Potter, you don't have a female companion yet? I sincerely suggest that you give me some serious consideration."

Neville was trembling and looked at Ron cautiously.

"You have never been in my consideration range." Harry said expressionlessly.

Under the grand staircase.

Neville?

After a moment, he said: "The injury near your ear is not healed yet. Go find Madam Pomfrey, otherwise it may leave scars."

He looked at Ginny in surprise, took away the food for the first time, and his expression became serious: "Is there anyone else who invites you?"

Not only Ron, but also Seamus, Thomas, George, who had his head raised in the distance with an equally serious expression, and Fred all looked at Neville in surprise.

As she spoke, she looked at Hermione with a slightly helpless look.

George and Fred also came over: "And us, Mr. Longbottom."

The red-haired little boy clasped his fingers and thought hard.

Hermione didn't need to think about it, it was outside the scope of his answer, but except for her, Ron had to do the math.

Before he could finish his words, he was pinned down on the table by the two brothers. The transfiguration spell turned the cup into a strong shackle and tied him up. Fred inserted a firework between his buttocks, clicked the wand, lit the fuse, and with a whoosh, it

Fly out from between the buttocks.

This sentence frightened Furong so much that she turned pale and quickly raised her hand to cover her right ear.

Ron held the lamb chops with one hand and asked his sister: "Ginny, how about being my partner at the Yule Ball? I'll take you to see it."

Neville replied in a low voice: "I'm only in fourth grade."

Hermione was a little absent-minded. After being reminded by Harry, she remembered that she had to use the time-turner and that there was another class waiting for her. She turned around and walked in. Soon she would come out with a blushing face.

George and Fred also paused the fireworks and stared at their sister intently.

"You can invite Ginny." Hermione suggested.

"You bastard, she's only in third grade!" Ron gritted his teeth.

Block up your last bit of hope.

Hermione took the lead. She stared at Fleur and her tone was not as harsh as before: "Miss Delacour, you seem to be a little too aggressive."

"I am helping Mr. Potter make a better choice." Fleur looked at her and smiled slightly.

Hermione clenched her fists and her cheeks turned slightly red.

Fleur's previous words, "But why can't girls take the initiative?" were swirling in her mind, getting louder and louder, almost filling her brain.
Chapter completed!