The little wizards at Hogwarts are excited.

Although Gryffindor's office does make people feel cheap, opening Gryffindor's office from the Ravenclaw lounge also left a riddle, which aroused the suspicion of the little wizards.

Ravenclaw said he was looking at Gryffindor, but Gryffindor was looking at Slytherin.

Doesn't that mean Gryffindor can find Slytherin's common room!

So the words left by Gryffindor were also solved by the little wizards.

Some little red-haired wizards even wanted to go to the principal's office to steal the Sorting Hat.

But according to the unknown redhead, the sorting hat in the principal's office is missing!

Immediately afterwards, Professor McGonagall caught two redheads imitating snake calls from the girls' bathroom on the second floor, and urgently sealed the door to the bathroom.

In order to prevent Myrtle from screaming in the bathroom, she was given the right to leave the bathroom and play around.

…

Ron angrily walked in the corridor with Harry, who had just reconciled, while Hermione was studying the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor clues in her notebook with all her strength, trying to find Slytherin's office.

"This must be a ring!" Hermione said to herself excitedly.

"Ravenclaw can find Gryffindor, Gryffindor can find Slytherin, Slytherin can find Hufflepuff, and Hufflepuff can find Ravenclaw!"

"Oh, Hermione, you should wake up. Weren't you there at that time? Take a look at Gryffindor's office. I heard that the little house elves have been cleaning it for several days!"

"There is no treasure at all, it is meaningless."

"Huh..." The cold wind was freezing, and several people had walked to the open platform, which was located between Ravenclaw Tower and Gryffindor Tower.

Snowing…

Before Hermione could refute Ron, Draco rushed over to the side.

He mocked: "Wes, do you think Slytherin is the same as poor Gryffindor?"

"Slytherin's office is filled with precious magical books..."

Draco swept Ron's red hair, the meaning in his eyes was obvious.

"You are a true Gryffindor."

"Malfoy!" Ron glared at Draco, his face turning red!

"Hahaha!" Draco laughed, not afraid of Ron.

"Bang!" A ball of snow hit Draco's head.

"Pote!"

Draco raised his wand angrily.

"Stop it, Draco." Bree walked over, and the white snow on the ground rustled.

"Good morning Hermione."

Hermione blushed and said, "Good morning, Bree... Well, Bree, have you found a partner for the Christmas ball?"

"I…"

"Oh, Draco." Draco immediately pulled Bree away and turned back to glare at Hermione.

Hermione gritted her teeth and snorted, then looked at the two people next to her, but they were unmoved.

"I went to the Ravenclaw lounge and made an appointment with Parvati Patil and Padma Patil. We are going to study these riddles again."

Hermione snorted again and walked away immediately.

"What happened to her?" Ron asked, scratching his head.

Harry didn't know why, so he tentatively said, "Maybe he hopes we can invite her to the Yule Ball."

"What, with her!" Ron shook his head vigorously, like a rattle.

"Don't be ridiculous, who would dance with a lioness that could explode at any time? Look at Hermione's hair that you can't look at anymore."

"Ron, you can't say that about a girl." Harry frowned and said.

"I'm just talking about personality, although the image is somewhat similar." Ron whispered, and then compromised: "Okay, okay, I apologize, but I don't think you want to dance with her."

Harry smiled awkwardly. He had been thinking about it since yesterday when Professor McGonagall informed him that he needed a partner for the upcoming Christmas ball. However, it was obvious that because of "Potter's stinking shit", his reputation was not good.

It's so hard to find a dance partner.

And Hermione...he didn't really seem to think about it.

On the other side, Bree was pulled away by Draco.

"Draco, I didn't mean to agree."

When Draco heard this, he let go of Breede and said, "I thought you would dance with a lion. This is quite impressive."

"You should dance with someone better... Let me think about it..." Draco's mind flashed with all the beautiful girls in Hogwarts, but he quickly frowned again.

"I'm not planning to invite a dance partner." Bree interrupted Draco's thinking.

"I'm going to do it like every other year."

For Brie, giving some Christmas gifts is his limit. Dancing... although he can do it, there is no need.

"excuse me."

Fleur came to Bree in a thick fur-collared robe and greeted her elegantly, without paying any attention to the stinky-looking Draco next to her.

"Can I invite you to the dance?"

Today, Hibiscus is beautiful and fully prepared. For this reason, she even wore a high-end perfume that she has been reluctant to use.

Draco sniffed.

"A sneeze!"

Bree glanced at Draco helplessly and took the opportunity to say, "I think I have to go to the school hospital with Draco first."

"Of course, I think you would make a better dance partner. I don't know anything about dancing."

Fleur watched Bree leave and gently hugged her waist, feeling a little annoyed.

"You have to have a dance partner."

But I don’t know how to dance... Fleur thought, she can teach her slowly.

Thinking this, Fleur looked happily at Bree's back as she entered the castle.

"Oh, you are wise, don't get close to this half-Veela." Draco praised Bree immediately, and then sneezed again.

"Damn it." Draco gritted his teeth and said, "Potter, his snowball gave me a cold."

"Go to the school hospital quickly, Draco, Madam Pomfrey's potion is very effective."

He patted Draco on the shoulder and gave him a push.

"Oh, okay, but I have to think about how to deal with Potter."

"I remember the warriors would have an opening dance with... potions..."

Draco seemed to have remembered something and said excitedly: "Brie, give me the gender-changing potion you made the year before last. I have to make Potter completely embarrassed."

Gender-changing potion?

This was something Bree discovered when Hermione and the others were making Polyjuice Potion when they were in second grade.

It's not impossible.

Seeing Draco's high interest, Bree agreed.

"Only the recipe. I'm very busy recently and don't have time to cook it."

Draco nodded obediently, his potion was still good, the formula was better, and he could also change the effective time.

but……

"Hey, what's going on with you these days? Do you want to become a reporter?"

Bree has interviewed many people, and the questions are all about their views on wizards and Muggles.

"It's an issue, Draco, that I think I'll have to work on this year." Maybe next year too.

"Oh, okay, I hope you can hurry up. After all, this question is a bit boring."

Not long after, Draco came out of the school hospital with steamy ears. Bree couldn't hold back her laughter and separated from Draco for a while.

"I went to the library, where Professor McGonagall and I made an appointment to discuss the issue of wizards and Muggles."

As he walked away quickly, Brie raised a smile, but when he reached the library, he exhaled and came to the sofa.

Because Professor McGonagall is here, no little wizard around dares to come over.

"Good afternoon, professor."

"Good afternoon, Bree."

Professor McGonagall was a little reserved because she promised to tell Bree about her life today.
To be continued...