"Who was the girl who was talking to you just now? She looks familiar to me." Hermione asked curiously as she looked at Yanila's departing back.
"Looks familiar, very familiar?"
When Harry heard Hermione's words, he turned his head to look in the direction where Yanila left, and asked puzzledly, "Why don't I feel familiar with her?"
The two of them turned their eyes to Albert, waiting for his explanation. Anyway, it would be faster to ask the person involved directly, and they were too lazy to waste time.
"Remember the record I gave you during the summer vacation?" Albert reminded Hermione with a smile.
"What record?" Harry was even more confused, but Hermione had already guessed the girl's identity and said in surprise: "Are you talking about that famous singer?"
"What famous singer?" Harry looked at Hermione, waiting for her explanation.
"After Albert came back from an international competition abroad during the summer vacation, he gave me a foreign record. It was said to be a famous singer in Europe. I didn't expect it to be her?" Hermione looked at Albert with a complicated expression. She found that the man in front of her was really popular with the girls. She finally couldn't help asking, "Do you know each other well?"
"We're not very familiar with each other. We've just met a few times in Spain." Albert tightened his cloak and walked towards the castle.
"What kind of person is Miss Yanila?" Hermione asked tentatively.
"Ms. Yanila is a very beautiful and enthusiastic girl." Albert added in his mind, "Yes, she is really enthusiastic."
Albert felt that if he were single, he would probably have been caught.
"The girls in Beauxbatons are all pretty," Harry muttered. For some reason, he suddenly shuddered, probably because he noticed the gazes from the side, and quickly changed the subject: "I mean, the girls Albert knows are all very pretty."
"That's because I know a lot of people, so naturally there are a lot of beautiful girls." Albert added insult to injury, "What's the matter, Potter, are you interested in a girl from Beauxbatons?"
"No," said Harry dryly.
"Don't be shy. If you really like someone, you should try to ask them to be your dance partner."
"What partner?" Harry asked confusedly.
"As a dance partner for the Christmas ball, of course," Albert said as a matter of course.
"So, you're inviting them?" Hermione asked pointedly.
"No, I came to find Hagrid. He just went to help the Rune Horse build a stable." Albert walked along the gravel path to the yard. "As for a dance partner, I actually found one a long time ago."
"There are many girls in school who hope to be your dance partner. They will be very disappointed if they know that you have already found a dance partner." Hermione's face showed a hint of disappointment when she heard that Albert had a dance partner. "I'm curious who you will invite to the dance. If Isobel is still in school, you will definitely invite her. However, she graduated from school last year."
Albert said mysteriously: "This will be kept secret for the time being, so as not to cause trouble to her."
"Do we have to dance?" Harry asked in confusion. He couldn't dance at all.
Of course, if dancing could save Harry from having to participate in the first task, he would definitely just find a partner, but that was obviously not going to happen.
"According to tradition, the dance will be opened by the warriors and their partners, so you have to find a partner for yourself. Otherwise, why do you think the school asked us to prepare dresses?" Albert patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "You still have plenty of time. You can consider the matter of a partner after the first event is over."
"I wish I could be like you, without having to worry about anything."
Harry actually envied Albert very much. This guy had always been a role model and object of envy for the boys at Hogwarts, but unfortunately they just couldn't learn from him.
"Many times, there is no need to trouble yourself. As for your dance partner, you can consider Ginny Weasley. I can see that girl seems to like you very much. This should be a good choice for you." Albert slowed down his pace, looked at Hermione and asked, "I think I'm right!"
"Ginny really likes Harry. If Harry is willing to invite Ginny to the Christmas ball, it should be a wonderful Christmas for Ginny." Hermione nodded in agreement. She and Ginny are good friends. If Harry chooses Ginny, Hermione will definitely be happy for Ginny.
Harry's cheeks flushed red and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Of course, you can also consider Hermione. Believe me, Hermione is actually very beautiful. She is just too lazy to dress up, and you are still good friends." Albert continued: "If I don't have a dance partner, I might invite Hermione to be my dance partner."
When Hermione heard Albert praising her for her beauty, a blush appeared on her forehead. Few people would praise her for her beauty like this, especially when the person praising her was Albert, which made Hermione very happy.
However, after hearing the last sentence, Hermione felt a little disappointed, and she was more curious about who Albert had invited.
"Well... I don't know," Harry said dryly.
"If you have someone you like, invite her to the dance, so you might be able to develop a relationship." Albert asked Hermione: "Does Potter have a girl he likes?"
"What? Oh, I'm not sure." Hermione came to her senses and shook her head. "Probably not. I feel like Harry has always been a bit slow in this regard."
Harry's mind pictured Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw Seeker.
"If not, it would be more appropriate to find someone you know to go with. At least both parties won't feel awkward." Albert glanced at Harry and said, "However, I think Potter has reached the age where he has a vague crush on girls."
"Who?" Hermione asked in a low voice.
"Here's a piece of advice for you. If you find a girl you like, make your move quickly. Otherwise, she'll be taken away by someone else and you won't even have a place to cry." Albert said heartlessly. He knew who Potter liked, but Cedric was quicker to make his move than him, and he was more handsome than him and more popular with girls, so Potter's first love was destined to be unrequited love.
"Sirius and Lupin are going to take us into the woods to broaden our horizons this weekend. Do you want to join us?" Harry coughed lightly and quickly changed the subject. He had to concentrate on the first project now. The ball would be discussed after he finished the first project. There was not much time left."
"Forget it. The Acromantulas have a grudge against me. If I go deep into the Forbidden Forest, I will probably cause trouble for you. When those Acromantulas see me, they will probably rush over in groups." Albert rejected Harry's invitation and gave him a bad idea, "You should bring Ron Weasley with you. I remember that you two like to go on adventures together."
"That's a good idea." Harry also thought that he should bring Ron along to let him know that being a warrior is not as glorious as it seems and that he still needs to take great risks.
During dinner, Harry really took the initiative to invite Ron.
Of course, he didn't mention going into the woods to fight the giant acromantula, but instead told Ron that Sirius and Lupin were planning to teach them how to fight the giant monster alone.
Although they had successfully defeated the troll in the first grade, it was somewhat based on tricks, and they would not be that lucky every time.
"Harry, are you really planning to go into the woods and fight the troll alone?" Neville couldn't help but gasp when he heard that.
"Actually, I don't want to either." Harry sighed softly, "But Anderson believes that the warrior's first task may require facing magical creatures classified as ?. When Professor Lupin learned about it, he thought that I should go to the Forbidden Forest to see the world and learn to defeat those dangerous magical creatures by myself, so as to avoid being scared to death when I encounter dangerous magical creatures in the first task."
"The biggest threat trolls pose to wizards is the stench on their bodies. Be careful not to be suffocated." George seemed to recall something in the past: "I still remember that the last time we entered the forest, we even knocked over two of them."
"Really? Why do I feel like you're bragging?" Alia didn't believe George.
"Is it necessary to brag? Albert was there at the time." Lee Jordan recalled: "When the two giant monsters rushed towards you, the pressure was really strong. The timid guys would definitely pee their pants in fear."
"Do you really think that the first task requires defeating creatures more dangerous than trolls?" Shanna couldn't help but frowned. She thought the trolls were dangerous enough.
"It must be a dangerous magical creature like the chicken-body-snake-tail monster." Albert analyzed after swallowing his food. "The difficulty of the Triwizard Tournament is actually similar, otherwise the mortality rate would not be so high. It's just that they have strengthened the safety measures this time."
"Potter, I suggest you bring an extra pair of pants so that you can change into them when you pee your pants, and no one will know that you were scared to pee." Malfoy said sarcastically.
Around him, a group of Slytherin students started to make a fuss and flashed the "Harry stinks like shit" badge at Harry to disgust him.
"How can a loser like you have the courage to say such things?" Harry sneered mercilessly: "I still remember the first time you entered the forest, you were scared to death by Voldemort."
When Harry mentioned Voldemort, there were gasps of shock from all around.
"Don't be unconvinced. If you don't believe me, come with me into the woods tomorrow. Being a warrior is not something a loser like you can do."
Now, if anyone is not convinced, Harry will make sarcastic remarks, and if the opponent is not convinced, he will drag the opponent to the Forbidden Forest to fight the troll alone. Harry knows that many wizards do not have such courage, so he looks down on the trash who only dares to laugh at him.
"You think I'm as brainless as you." Malfoy didn't have the courage, but that didn't stop him from mocking Harry: "Only a brainless guy like you would think of fighting a troll. Gryffindor students really only have muscles in their heads. You actually have the nerve to call yourself a warrior. I dare say you won't survive ten minutes after the first event starts."
"At least I dare to complete the first project. What qualifications do you, a loser, have to criticize me?" Harry continued to argue with Malfoy. Anyway, he was not afraid. Especially after getting some information about the first project from Albert, he hated those guys who made trouble for him even more.
"If you're not convinced, let's make a bet of ten Galleons. We bet that the goal of the first task is to face a magical creature of ?, or we bet that I can survive for ten minutes. How about that?" Harry took out his purse from his pocket and took out ten Galleons. "Of course, you can guess the content of the first task yourself. Do you dare? If you don't dare, shut up."
Harry was firing on all cylinders. This was a rare opportunity to scold Malfoy, and he didn't want to miss it. He ran down the hallway with a series of scoldings, almost leaving Malfoy dumbfounded.
"How do I know if you will breach the contract if you lose?"
"We can leave the Galleons with Albert first, and then go to him to get them when we win," Harry added, "and don't worry that he will default on the payment. The prize money for a world-class champion is more than your lifetime pocket money. Besides, defaulting on payments has always been a Slytherin specialty."
"I don't want to get my gold dirty."
Malfoy still didn't dare to directly say that Albert was a Mudblood. He was indeed scared.
"If you don't dare, then go away. Don't disturb my appetite here." Harry felt disappointed when he saw Malfoy was scared. If Malfoy dared to say it directly, he would probably have a hard time.
Everyone was taken aback by Harry's dominance, but they also enjoyed seeing the Slytherins get humiliated.
Harry was in a good mood, and he was more than happy to take this opportunity to disgust Malfoy.
"Harry, you were so cool just now." Neville said admiringly, "Malfoy is such a disgusting guy. He is just jealous of you becoming a champion of Hogwarts. I dare say he would be scared to death if he played."
Neville's wave of map artillery also hit Ron, Seamus and Dean who had been watching coldly on the side, making their expressions a little unnatural.
"I didn't care about Neville. I already knew what they were like," said Harry calmly.
"Can I go over and watch you challenge the troll?" Neville asked expectantly.
"You won't find trolls outside the Forbidden Forest. You need to ride a broom to go deep into the Forbidden Forest." Hermione interrupted, "Harry, would you like some beef stew with potatoes?"
"Thank you." Harry said to Neville with an apologetic look, "I can't make the decision on this matter. I have to ask Professor Lupin for his opinion."
"But, didn't you just ask Ron? He doesn't seem to be planning to go with you." Neville looked at Ron and asked, "You're not going, are you?"
"Who said I won't go." Ron raised his eyebrows slightly. He actually didn't want to go, but... he finally chose to participate. It was just a troll. He had defeated a troll in his first grade, and Ron knew the troll's weaknesses very well.
If Harry could handle a troll, then so could he, and he could brag about it for a long time.
Ron had no idea what he was about to face, nor did he notice that Harry and Hermione exchanged glances secretly and both showed a very strange smile on their faces.