Chapter 194: Hermione's Dance Partner

Ravenclaw Chamber of Secrets,

Hermione held her chin in her hands and stared blankly ahead.

Crookshanks squatted aside, sensing that his master was in a bad mood, and curled up like a compressed persimmon, trying to amuse her.

Hermione stretched out a finger, gently stroked Crookshanks' furry head, and laughed at herself:

"We really have the same problem. Neither of us is good-looking. No one wants you in the pet store, and I can't find a dance partner..."

"I don't agree with this statement. I just think you are beautiful. Of course, your cat nives are indeed ugly."

Suddenly a joking voice came to her ears. Hermione raised her head suddenly and said in surprise:

"Margaery? When did you come to Hogwarts?"

"An hour ago." Margaery walked into the room, looked up at the Ravenclaw secret room curiously, and asked:

"Why are you hiding here alone? Let me find you."

Hermione stood up, trotted to the corner, helped Margaery move a chair, and explained in a low voice:

"The Gryffindor lounge and library are too noisy. When I don't have classes these days, I come here to read."

Margaery sat on the chair and asked doubtfully: "The library is also noisy?"

Hermione nodded. "After Krum came to Hogwarts, he often went to the library. Every time he came, he was followed by a group of girls. They were very noisy."

"Krum?" Margaery narrowed her eyes, "I remember the newspaper said that on the night of the Quidditch final, Rolf saved a Bulgarian Seeker, was he?"

"That's right." Hermione nodded: "Krum is still a student of Durmstrang."

"He is still a student?" Margaery clicked her tongue: "Looking at his appearance, he seems to be almost forty years old. Could it be that he has been repeating grades in Durmstrang because he plays games all year round?"

"That's not true. My roommate said that Krum is only eighteen years old, but he looks a little bit older." Hermione said.

"However, he is really not good-looking. Those girls only like him because he is famous!"

Margery smiled and said, "This sounds like you are talking about Rove. He is so popular with girls because he is famous."

"No!" Hermione couldn't help but retorted: "Rolf is very good-looking, better-looking than most girls. He has good grades and strong magic power. He..."

Seeing Margaery staring at him with a half-smile, Hermione blushed slightly and stopped talking.

The corners of Margaery's mouth curved into a charming arc, and she reached out to pick up a notebook on the table. After opening it, a line of small words appeared:

Member list.

The first line is Hermione's name, followed by the president, the second line is Rove and Shirley, labeled treasurer and secretary respectively, and then down is a list of names of ordinary members.

Margaery flicked her fingers, and a Galleung fell on the table.

"Hermione, I'll join you too. This is the entrance fee."

"Margaery, you don't have to pay." Hermione said quickly.

"Of course I have to give it to you. It can be regarded as a small organization that supports you." Margaery picked up Hermione's quill and added her name after Shirley. She whispered:

"But I want to participate. I can't be an ordinary member. You have to arrange a position for me."

"What position do you want?"

"In Japanese magic schools - magic institutes - there is a department called the Discipline Committee, which specializes in managing school style and discipline."

Margaery smiled and said: "You asked me to be the chairman of the Discipline Committee, specifically to manage the members."

Hermione hesitated: "We are a very loose organization with no discipline or punishment."

"It's okay, as long as I can manage and punish Rolf." Margaery grinned and said, "I can think of the punishment myself."

"..."

Margaery stretched her legs, leaned back on the chair, and said lazily:

"Hermione, what did you say just now that no one wants you? Have you not found a dance partner yet?"

"Um...no."

"Is it because you don't have your favorite dance partner?" Margaery said with a smile: "Or is it that the dance partner you want to invite has been invited by someone else?"

Hermione fell silent and lowered her head, feeling a little disappointed.

Margery looked at the lost girl, touched her head, and said softly:

"Actually, I'm the same as you. My dance partner was snatched away by someone else, but I just took my revenge on that heartless man."

Hermione raised her head and widened her eyes: "How do you get revenge?"

"Give him a terrible potion, knock him down, and then I'll put him..." Margaery stuck out her tongue, licked her sexy lips, and said:

"The following content is not suitable for children, so I won't tell you the details."

"..."

"Would you like to give it a try?" Margaery stretched out her hand to tease the fat Crookshanks and asked, "I'll give you the potion, and you can take revenge on the guy who didn't become your dance partner."

"No." Hermione shook her head, "It is his freedom to be his dance partner, and there is nothing wrong with it..."

"He?" Margery asked narrowly: "He? Who is it? Rolf?"

Hermione's face turned red when her thoughts were exposed. She lowered her head and kneaded the hem of her clothes and said, "Margaery, please stop using Legilimency to read my thoughts."

"I didn't." Margery smiled and said, "It's just the look in your eyes that betrayed you.

Okay, don't be sad. The unfaithful man I just took revenge on is Luo Fu. Are you relieved now? "

"Rolph...is he okay?" Hermione asked nervously.

"He's fine." Margaret said softly, "But you look listless. Are you so sad just because Rolf becomes Shirley's dance partner?"

"I'm disappointed in myself." Hermione said in a low mood, "I've been hesitant and didn't dare to invite him..."

Margaret patted Hermione's fluffy hair and comforted her softly:

"So you have to work harder. Even if Rolf is Shirley's dance partner, you can still muster up the courage to invite him to dance at the ball."

"What you have to do now is to show your charm, instead of hiding here and not daring to see people. Rolf doesn't like girls who are not confident."

Hermione was thoughtful.

"Aren't you still missing a dance partner now?" Margaret said with a sly smile, "What do you think of me?"

"You?" Hermione widened her eyes.

"Yes." Margaret stood up and smiled, "Let's go to the ball together, dress up beautifully, attract everyone's attention, and make Rolf regret it."

Margaret became more and more excited as she thought about it. She reached out and gently lifted Hermione's chin, looked at her and said:

"I'll take you to the store to buy a new dress later."

Hermione hesitated and said, "I've bought a dress before..."

"I've seen the dress, it's too old-fashioned." Margaret shook her head and said unsatisfiedly:

"How can you compare with Shirley in that dress, and how can you attract Rolf? Listen to me, it's right!"

Hermione nodded stupidly, and her originally somewhat lost mood began to be happy again at this moment.

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