Chapter 212 Christmas Ball (End)

Hermione quickly turned around and ran away, leaving only a confused look on his face, rubbing his sore forehead.

Just dance, why are you hitting people?

Luo Fu regretted not falling to the ground and touching the porcelain immediately... He was too slow!

When the boy was about to leave the dance floor, Margaery came to him with a beautiful glide. She gently hooked his belt with her fingers and winked at him:

"Sir, do you need any special services?"

Luo Fu smiled helplessly and said: "You guys are connecting very well. If you don't squeeze me dry, it won't end tonight, right?"

Margery smiled proudly. She put her arms around Luo Fu's waist and said delicately: "Tired from dancing?"

"A little bit."

Margaery leaned over, her charming and fox-like face close to the boy, exhaled like a blue breath, and said in a joking tone:

"Shirley, Gabrielle, Hermione...there are only three girls, and you can't stand it anymore and your legs are starting to get weak?

Little Luofu, your body is a little weak now and you need to exercise more. "

Luofu rolled his eyes, what do you mean by "only three girls"? He danced eight dances in a row without rest.

Several of the dances were performed with a naive child like Hermione. You must know that the younger the child, the more physical and energy they will consume!

But since it was Margaery, Rolf had to stand up no matter what. He jumped to the music, suddenly remembered something, and asked:

"Margery, did you say bad things about me in front of Gabrielle?"

"No?" Margaery pretended to be confused: "What I said are all good things."

"Then who said I like long legs and high heels?" Luofu glared.

"That's not a bad thing." Margery smiled charmingly and said, "At most, it's just revealing some of your special little quirks."

"Who has this kind of habit...and secretly touches your legs?" Luofu gritted his teeth and said, "When have I ever done this kind of thing?"

"Have you forgotten what you did so quickly?" Margery said with a resentful expression:

"Last summer at the Thunderbird Sanctuary in Arizona, you sneaked into my room in the middle of the night and touched my legs, touching my legs for half an hour."

"You were bitten by a rattlesnake, so I applied medicine to you?" Luo Fe said angrily: "And it only lasted five minutes, so where did you get half an hour?"

"Don't worry about it for a few minutes. I'll just ask you if you touched me?" Margaery asked confidently.

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At the dining table, Harry stared at Cho and Cedric like a maniac.

Harry watched all night... watching the two of them dancing, resting, holding hands, and leaving the auditorium talking and laughing.

When leaving the auditorium at this time, it is of course impossible for everyone to go back to their respective lounges. They must engage in other activities.

Thinking of this, Harry felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to use a curse to turn Cedric into a pile of jelly.

So, he chased after him, ready to stop Cedric!

Unfortunately, Harry was slow for a moment, and when he walked out of the Great Hall, he had already lost Cedric and Cho's place.

Harry looked at the empty hall in confusion for a moment, not knowing what to do.

How about going back to the dormitory to sleep?

Harry was about to walk towards the Gryffindor common room when he suddenly remembered that his good brother Ron was still suffering under Snape.

Although Professor McGonagall warned him not to go to the Potions Office tonight, Harry put it behind him and decided to rescue Ron.

He first went back to the Gryffindor lounge, took away the invisibility cloak, and then quickly headed to the dungeon.

As he was about to arrive at the Potions Office, Harry suddenly heard an unpleasantly familiar voice coming from the corridor.

"...I don't understand why you are making such a fuss, Igor."

"Severus, you can't pretend that this didn't happen!" Karkaroff's voice sounded frightened and hoarse, as if he was afraid of being heard.

"That thing on my arm has become more and more obvious over the months. I'm very worried now - he's coming back!"

"Then run away," Snape said calmly, "Igor, you run away - I want to stay at Hogwarts - even if he does come back!"

Through the invisibility cloak, Harry saw Karkaroff panicking, reaching out to touch his goatee uneasily, and then wrapping the beard around his fingers.

Harry didn't know what they were going to say. He wanted to get closer, but he was afraid of being discovered, so he finally decided to save Ron while Snape was not in the office.

Harry quickly arrived at the potions office. The door was unlocked. He easily turned the doorknob and walked in.

At this time, Ron was tied up on a crucible and his mouth was stuffed with rags.

Harry lifted off the invisibility cloak, pulled off the rag, and whispered: "Ron, I'm here to save you."

Ron looked at Harry and shouted anxiously: "Run, Harry, Snape has set magic on the door. He can feel whoever comes in..."

Harry felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He turned around and ran towards the door, but a figure was already blocking the door.

Snape walked in, locked the door to the room, and strode toward them, his long black robes flowing behind him.

"Potter, I knew you would come to save Weasley. Your stupidity is always so obvious!" Snape sneered.

"Professor Snape." Harry stammered, "Ron didn't invite you to the ball. There must be a misunderstanding..."

"I will investigate that matter!" Snape said fiercely:

"But since you broke into my office and tried to take Weasley away, I'm going to punish you."

"What punishment?" Harry said with a chill: "Deduction of points or detention?"

But Snape smiled evilly. "No, Potter, it's a better punishment."

A black thing suddenly appeared in his hand. Harry looked carefully and found that it was... black underwear.

Harry didn't know whether the underwear was originally black or it hadn't been washed for too long, so it became so black. Anyway, it exuded a foul smell.

"I will hang you up and stuff this thing into your mouth..." Snape's eyes flashed with malice.

"To be honest, I always wanted to stuff it into your father's mouth, but I didn't find the opportunity."

"By the way, Potter, I forgot to tell you." Snape stared at Harry's eyes and whispered: "Merry Christmas!"

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