Chapter 305 George’s Troubles

11 a.m., Ravenclaw Tower men's dormitory.

It stands to reason that 80% of the students are in class at this time. Even those who are not in class will choose to read near the bookshelf in the common room.

However, there is always an exception to everything.

It was already three o'clock in the morning, but the rhythmic breathing of someone sleeping soundly could still be heard in a certain room.

After a long time, there was finally new movement in the quiet dormitory, and a slightly complaining voice broke the silence here.

"It seems that the hybrid giant is not only strong, but he can also drink..."

Ian sat up from the bed and rubbed his swollen head.

He and Hagrid drank so much yesterday that they almost ended up blowing a whole bottle of whiskey to each other. Not only that, Hagrid even hugged Fangs and did an impromptu bear dance.

If he hadn't had sharp eyes and used magic to pull open the almost suffocated teeth in time, he might have been able to attend the funeral of this bitch today.

What is happy is that I am really happy. All the unhappiness that has been simmering in my chest for a long time has disappeared with the anesthesia of alcohol.

Ian picked up the vitality tonic potion on the bed shelf with his backhand, pulled out the stopper and drank it in one gulp. The side effects of the hangover disappeared instantly.

After a simple wash, he went straight to the auditorium, not only to have lunch, but more importantly to enjoy the warm sunshine at 11 o'clock in winter.

ten minutes later.

When Ian arrived at the auditorium, he realized that it was extremely lively today.

Of course, Hogwarts was very lively every day during this period, but he keenly noticed the difference today. If he had to describe it, it would be - excitement.

What puzzled him was that today, whether they were seniors or juniors, all the wizards in school showed a vague excitement.

As for the dozens of scorching gazes directed at him, Ian ignored them. Without him, he was just used to it.

However, this doubt only lasted for less than three minutes, and he suddenly realized what was written on the notice board in the auditorium.

One of the Goblet of Fire traditions: the Yule Ball.

"It's Christmas again..." Ian murmured to himself, looking at the content written on the wall, he instantly understood the reason for everyone's excitement.

Different from ordinary Christmas dances, this dance with the Goblet of Fire Buff is undoubtedly more attractive.

Think about it, warriors, glory, galleons, beautiful dance partners, romantic encounters, these factors that appear in fairy tales are now all superimposed together. It would be strange for these adolescent wizards not to be excited.

"The opening dance of the Warriors...Hermione's highlight moment..."

A series of long-standing memories emerged in Ian's mind. Although many of them had become blurry, the image of the dignified and beautiful girl at the ball was still fresh in his memory.

It's probably like having a daughter grow up in my family, and Hermione was at her peak when she debuted, stunning everyone in the castle as soon as she appeared.

Thinking of this, the corners of Ian's mouth curled up unconsciously.

"Hey, man! What are you thinking about? I'm alone here in a daze."

The voice from behind interrupted his memories. Ian turned around and saw George standing behind him with no interest.

"I was thinking about Christmas dance partners." Ian told the truth.

"Come on, you need to think about this kind of thing? Believe it or not, if I spread this sentence, you will receive invitations from at least 50 girls in less than half a quarter of an hour."

George's escape was as good as ever, even if he was the only one at this time.

However, this also reminded him that he was well aware of the enthusiasm of the girls at Hogwarts. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Ian decided to appear in the public areas as little as possible during the week before Christmas.

"Thanks, George! But don't you think you need a dance partner more than me?"

Being familiar with the original work, Ian knew that both brothers now fell in love with the Gryffindor Chaser - Angelina.

But George chose to be patient and did not compete with his brother Fred for his girlfriend. However, as fate teased, after Fred died in the final battle, George finally married Angelina.

Of course, this is all old history. Under such circumstances, these things cannot happen again.

But it was precisely because of this that Ian mentioned the issue of George's girlfriend.

Now in this situation, Angelina obviously has a crush on Fred, otherwise George would not have appeared alone in the auditorium. You must know that they were both conjoined twins before.

"I haven't decided yet, but there's a good chance I'll wait until after graduation. You know how busy the doll business is now." George shrugged and said with a carefree expression.

"But you're not afraid that all the good girls will be picked out?" Ian asked jokingly.

Although he also knew that George was telling the truth, unlike Fred who was engaged in R&D, George, who was in charge of marketing, was obviously busier.

"After you've picked it, you're done. At worst, I'll find a Muggle girlfriend."

Hearing this, Ian didn't know that George had resentment in his heart, but he couldn't vent it out.

Everyone would be depressed when twin brothers hold hands with the girl they have had a crush on for many years...

"Hey! Man, if we have time, we can go to Hagrid's for a drink and let the alcohol take away all the discomfort in our hearts."

After Ian said that, he reached out and patted George on the shoulder. He couldn't help with this kind of thing. Unlike other things, emotional problems are really unsolvable.

"Thanks, Ian!" George agreed readily. He also vaguely felt that Ian seemed to understand his troubles, although it sounded ridiculous.

…

In England in December, the average temperature has already dropped below 0°.

On a winter afternoon, the sun shines through the thin clouds towards Hogwarts.

At the same time, on the top floor of the Astronomy Tower, an old-fashioned walnut rocking chair was making creaking sounds as if it was resisting its oppression.

At this moment, a slender figure was lying on the chair. His short black and gold hair reflected a mysterious halo under the sunlight.

After Ian had a simple lunch in the auditorium, he went to the astronomical tower alone to bask in the sun and enjoy the long-lost silence.

To say that the loneliest place in Hogwarts is not the Room of Requirement, nor Hagrid's Hut, nor the professors' offices, but the invisible and watertight Astronomy Tower.

Except for the nights when the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and occasionally students come here for astronomy classes, at other times, this tower seems to be permanently ignored and isolated from the world.

Although it is quiet and lonely here, and may not be liked by others, Ian enjoys it extremely.

Especially at this moment, the sunlight shining on the black robe not only brings warmth to the body, but also nourishes the soul.

Looking at the unchanging Forbidden Forest in the distance, Ian's thoughts were wandering at this moment. He thought of Rowena Ravenclaw, the despicable Herbo, and Merlin...

Many powerful wizards in history have still lost to time. Under the erosion of time, only a few words of their once brilliant glory can be found in books.