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Chapter 247 Jealousy Makes Him Unrecognizable

Ron was the only one present who called Weasley, and he never expected that Professor McGonagall would call him at this time.

Professor McGonagall looked at Ron's indifference and called her name again with a headache, this time using her full name.

"Ron Weasley!"

Ron raised his head subconsciously when he heard his name, and saw McGonagall pulling his arm without saying a word.

"What's wrong, Professor?"

McGonagall put one hand on his shoulder and used the other to pull him back. Ron put his hands to his chest in fear.

“Just dancing.”

Fred and George whistled and laughed at the shivering Ron.

Avro covered her mouth and giggled as she saw Ron's face wrinkled into a chubby shape, and he was dragged around the middle of the room unwillingly by Professor McGonagall.

"You're not going to laugh at him for the rest of his life, are you?" Afro mouthed to the twins standing opposite.

The twins followed her example and slowly said at the same time, "That's right."

The dance finally ended, and Ron returned to his seat with a pale face and never raised his head again.

Afro noticed that Hermione beside her was enthusiastically memorizing the key points of every dance step that Professor McGonagall mentioned.

"Let me guess who invited the lovely Miss Know-It-All."

Hermione shyly touched her lightly, making her already pretty face even more alluring.

Afro was not afraid of Hermione and continued to tease her, "Is it a handsome guy named Krum?"

"Aphrodite~"

"Okay, I won't tell."

The Yule Ball was just a few days away, and Hermione stood in front of the mirror, fiddling with her fluffy hair.

Afro watched her try several hairstyles but couldn't get her hair to stay where it should be.

Hermione looked at the crooked, loose bun and scratched her brown hair in frustration.

Why can't her hair obey?

"Hey!" Afro quietly walked up to Hermione and patted her shoulder, with her hands behind her back as if hiding something.

"Aphrodite, what do you think would happen if I hid my hair in a hat?"

"Not very good, my little cutie." Afro quickly interrupted Hermione's wonderful thoughts and held out a beautifully packaged small box. "Look at the good idea I found for you."

Hermione took the gift box doubtfully and opened the lid under Aphrodite's eager gaze.

Inside was a bottle of pink liquid with glitter.

"what is this?"

"Magic hair potion, just use a small drop to make your hair smooth and shiny." Afro took out the potion and taught her how to use it, then looked at her with teasing eyes.

"It will also emit a charming fragrance, guaranteed to make that handsome guy crazy."

Hermione's face suddenly turned red. Although she was a little excited in her heart, she still looked reserved. "What are you talking about!"

Afro smiled and leaned over to look at her face carefully, "Really? But your face is so red!"

Hermione felt very embarrassed by what she said. She covered her face, hugged the magic hair potion and ran to her bed.

It was a long moment before Hermione's reply rang out in the room.

"Do you think he likes me?"

Afro wanted to tell her loudly that Krum certainly liked her, but before she could say anything, Hermione denied it.

"No way, he has so many fans, many of whom are pretty..."

"Hermione." Afro sat down on the edge of Hermione's bed, ruffling her hair and continued, "But you are also very good!"

She counted Hermione's strengths on her fingers, "You study well, always rank first in your grade, and you are also very beautiful."

"Don't belittle yourself. It's his loss if he doesn't like you."

Hermione was comforted. She touched the potion in her arms again, "Really?"

Afro nodded vigorously.

Tomorrow is the Christmas dance, and the school is full of students looking for dance partners. No one wants to be laughed at for attending the dance alone.

Afro smiled and rejected another boy's invitation, and rubbed her cheeks that were sore from laughing at the other's lonely back.

"Ah, Afro--" Neville stared at the tip of his shoes with a red face, not daring to look at the person in front of him.

"Neville, what's going on?"

He took a deep breath, cheered himself up in his heart, and spoke bravely only after he was ready.

"Can I invite you to be my dance partner?"

"Sorry, Neville—" Afro said reluctantly. She always felt heartbroken when she saw Neville's disappointed expression, but she already had a dance partner.

Neville didn't finish listening to her words and interrupted her directly, "I know, sorry for disturbing you."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Noah stood in a secret corner and watched the fourth boy leave Afro, secretly rejoicing in his heart.

He was happy that Afro had been rejecting others, but he was jealous of those who could invite her.

Although he knew that there might be a successful one among those boys who were eyeing her eagerly, he still couldn't help but imagine, what if she was waiting for him?