Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

What Harry said to Ron, no one knows.

The next morning, however, he hastily identified himself as his date for the Christmas ball.

Harry took Hermione's advice, because it was too obvious.

Ever since they went back to the public lounge last night, there's been a girl giving Harry food or something to drink, and it's been filled with love agents.

Romida Vaney, for example, has been haunting him, giving Harry canyon water for a while, giving him coffee for a while.

In addition, chocolate crucibles, flame whiskey, homemade food, and more are annoying.

Harry finally had no reason to refuse, and he could not say that he suspected that there was a lust in these things, but fled to his bedroom.

The next morning, he announced that he had identified a candidate for a date for the party.

It's Luna!

The choice was beyond everyone's expectations, and Luna was so excited about Harry's invitation.

Because she has never been invited to a party, especially one so important.

There was no need for Harry's propaganda at all, and the Peppy Ghost who overheard the conversation took less than an hour to get the news across the school.

“Silly baby invites crazy girls to the party! Stupid babies in love with crazy girls! Stupid babies in love with crazy girls!” He shouted everywhere, giggling, afraid someone might not know.

At a glance, the whole school knew that Harry Potter had invited Luna Lovegood to Slughorn's party.

Funny thing is, when he told Ivan about it, he also told everyone not to spread the word...

“There is no need for us to say, Harry, that the Pepper has told everyone about this. ”

“What?”

“I'm so glad you took her, Harry. She's excited.” Ginny came over here and told Harry about it.

“Oh, yeah, okay.” Harry said, "It's nothing, I invited her as a friend. ”

His voice was getting weaker and weaker as Ginny had gone to her friends.

At dinner, Ron followed Harry back to Evan, Hermione and Elaine.

For the first time since the argument, he looked a little awkward, which should be Harry and what he said.

Ron seemed to want to reconcile with everyone in a way that seemed like nothing had happened. If Hermione and Ivan were the only ones here, this would work. Hermione's heart was too soft, Ivan didn't care, but Elaine didn't give him a chance, and the kid's dictionary never forgave him for saying that.

She didn't say a word. Soon, she dragged Hermione away first and said she was going to prepare for the party...

At 8 p.m., Ivan, Harry, Colin and Dean arrived in the hall.

There are an unusual number of girls wandering there, Hermione, Elaine and Ginny haven't come yet, and Luna waited there early.

She wore a robe with silver sequins that was eye-catching and suited her usual style.

A lot of people are measuring her, stealing laughter.

As Harry walked over to her, the girls all stared at him and Luna with resentment.

Honestly, after seeing Luna, Harry sighed in relief.

Because other than her clothes, she looked fine without radish earrings, butter beer cork necklaces and her demon glasses.

“We'll wait for Hermione, Elaine and Ginny, and they'll be here soon.” Ivan said.

Elaine insisted on letting the four of them go first in the public lounge, saying it was a surprise for them.

Surprise, Ivan remembers Hermione's stunning Christmas party two years ago!

That image is enough to be imprinted in your mind to remember for life.

You could say that every girl was dressed that night, but the best part was Hermione.

A lot of people are even asking if she's a student of Boosbaton or Durmstrang, not recognizing Hermione at all.

Unfortunately, since then Hermione has stopped dressing like that and the moving images have become memories.

Ivan closed his eyes and thought about Hermione for a while.

Soon, there was a loud talk around.

He opened his eyes and saw Hermione, Elaine and Ginny coming down the stairs.

Faster and faster heartbeat!

Hermione smiled and ran towards him with her skirts in her hands.

Her hair became soft and shiny again, wearing a robe made of a floating sky-blue fabric, like an angel who had descended.

To describe this moving beauty, an angel is a perfect analogy.

Everything is like a picture of memory. No, it's more beautiful and more heartbreaking than it is.

Compared to two years ago, Hermione became much more mature and had an indescribable temperament.

More precisely, it should be a magic power.

She has a magic that only makes people look at her, enough to keep an eye on her.

“What do you say?” Hermione asked nervously, coming to Evan.

“Beautiful, I'm sure you'll definitely be the focus of the whole show tonight. ”

“Probably as good as you think.” Hermione said with a smile, "I think Ginny and Elaine are both prettier than me. ”

“You're the most beautiful thing in my eyes, that's enough!” Ivan said, "Well, you must have drunk me a love agent. ”

He bent his back towards Hermione and pushed him away blushing.

“Wait, so many people here.” She whispered.

“Oh, look for a place where no one is.” Ivan said, "What do you think of the parasite down there? ”

Hermione did not answer him, leaving an unexpected smile and turning to Elaine.

Ginny and Elaine have also been dressed up to be stunning and surprising enough.

Ginny wore a set of red robes and the long red hair grew into an elegant hairbrush behind her head.

She is already beautiful, the kind of beautiful, pink face that attracts boys and can't speak cute.

She was talking to Dean in a low voice, and Harry was staring at her, apparently fascinated.

As for Elaine, her pairing with Colin is a completely different style of painting.

It's like Big Sister leads his little brother out.

Though she's not big, she's not tall, and she looks weak, there's such an aura.

She wore a black gown robe, nibbled her lips, and her white face was as refined as a porcelain doll.

The most notable is Elaine's eyes, which are burgundy.

This guy is amazing as if he came straight out of the picture.

“Let's go, the party's about to start! ”

“Where is the party held? ”

“Slughorn's office. ”

A group of people climbed the marble steps and left those eyes and whispers...