Harry Potter's Bastard

"Potter, Weasley, can you concentrate a bit?"

Professor McGonagall's annoyed voice crackled through the Transfiguration classroom like the tail of a whelk exploding, causing both Harry and Ron to look up.

The class is nearing its end. Classwork has been handed in, and they are now locked in an iron cage. It was a bunch of strangely shaped mice: some with feathers, some with wings on their backs. Transfiguration this year was difficult, involving cross-species transformation, as was the case in today's class, where Professor McGonagall asked the students to turn the guinea fowl into a mouse. Unfortunately, in the whole of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, only Hermione's mouse looks like a mouse, and the other students turn into some strange creatures.

While Professor McGonagall spoke, Harry and Ron were making small movements under their desks. For the teacher standing on the podium, the students' movements below can be seen clearly. At the time, Harry and the two were playing with the fake wand invented by Fred and George.

"Alright," Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, "it's going to take up a few minutes of your time. What I'm going to say is important. "

"The Christmas Ball is just around the corner, it's a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to socialize with foreign guests. Yes, the ball is only open to students from the fourth grade onwards, but you can invite a junior student if you wish. "

The students, especially the girls, were immediately excited, and they quickly began to select their favorite dance partners in their minds. Actually, the boys are similar, but there are still stupid ones - Harry and Ron, for example, these two kids are just beaten stupid.

"Prom?!" Harry didn't expect to come out, "Professor McGonagall, you're saying we're going to prom?"

Ron, on his side, finally realized what his mother was doing with the dress with all kinds of lace for him - it was obviously a dress for him.

"That's right. Especially for the Warriors, because the Warriors are meant to dance. "

Harry's face turned white. He didn't know how to dance – and he didn't have a dress.

The same thing happened in Snape's Potions class.

"The ball—it will begin at eight o'clock on Christmas party—" said Snape in his characteristic tone and rhythm, "- some of you may think it's a good time to relax...... At the prom, but I would like to remind you that we are going to start the quiz in the first class after the prom, and everyone will have to drink their own tranquilizers, which may be able to calm your nerves. Of course - if the potion is not up to standard, you all know what the consequences will be. "

Potions classes were attended by Slytherin and Ravenclaw students, and no one dared to speak up in Snape's class, but that didn't stop them from excitedly communicating with their eyes and mouths.

Upon hearing the news of the prom, Solim felt the gaze coming from all corners of the classroom – all of them were girls. Warriors are meant to dance, and if you can be a dance partner for the warriors, that's a big talk for girls.

It was only when Snape spoke about the ball that Solim realized he had forgotten something. He had indeed forgotten about the prom, after all, Solim had a lot to think about and plan for, and the prom didn't stay in Solim's mind for even a second.

But now he had to start thinking about the annoying question - he couldn't dance.

Of course, Solim can learn, and that's not a problem. But the problem was that Solim didn't want to waste that time at all. And the warriors are going to dance, and Solim is now wondering: do you have to go, if you don't go, what kind of reason should you find, but if you have to go in the end, how will your dress and dance partner be solved?

Solim grew up without wearing a single so-called dress. But pure-blood wizards - not to mention rich, as long as they are past pure-blood wizards will prepare dresses, after all, they have to move around each other and connect with each other, and they must have a decent dress at the drinking party, even Arthur Weasley has a dark red dress - this is what Draco said in his usual chat.

But when Solim was at Selwyn Castle, no one had prepared a dress for him. Draco, who was his age, was said to have a new set of dresses in his closet every year, and it was one thing whether he wore them or not, but whether he had them or not was the family's responsibility.

Dresses are a small thing, and it's not a big deal to dance with a dance partner as a Solim warrior. Solim's real frustration was that he didn't like the prom scene. If I had to say anything, Solim was the kind of person who liked quiet and uninhabited environments, and there were too many people at the ball, so noisy, and Solim was not used to that kind of environment.

Solim stayed after class.

"Professor, is the prom mandatory?"

"I made it very clear – the warriors are going to dance. And I remember you happened to be one of the Warriors, do you have any questions about that?"

"Well, Professor, I'll get to the point. Solim looked at Snape, "I don't want to go, can I find a better excuse?" Goblet of Fire is because there is a contract, but there is no contract to attend the ball, and I don't want to waste my time at the ball." "

"You can leave early after the dance – that's fine. "

"But I can't think of—" Snape shook his head, "it's not realistic. "

"And what if I break my leg before the party?" Solim blurted out in his heart.

Snape looked up at his student condescendingly.

"Is there anything wrong?" Snape wondered if there was something wrong with Solim, "and do you think you can escape the ball just by breaking your leg?" "

"Ugh - I'm just not used to that kind of occasion. Solim sighed, "I prefer quiet to noisy. "

Snape looked at Solim, and he felt that this student was too much like him.

"By the way, there's one thing," said Snape, "Dumbledore told me to tell you to go to him when I have time. "

"Did you say something was going on?"

"Supposedly related to the two dead Hogsmeades. Snape grimaced, "Maybe he thinks you'll know something." "

Come on, Solim knew what was going on as soon as he heard Snape. I want to know who is dead with my ass. And Solim dared to use dragon's blood to pack the ticket, it was definitely made by his grandfather and Gilves.