Chapter 645 Christmas Ball (3)
If there's one sport that best kills time and keeps you from feeling the time is passing, it's...fishing.
Of course, it can also be said to be feeding fish. For most anglers, there is no essential difference between the two.
So, while waiting for Shirley, Rove's hands were itchy, so he took the fishing rod and went to the lake to fish.
Compared with the Black Lake, the small lake in his box has made too many nests, and the density of fish schools is frighteningly high. He only sat for a minute before suddenly pulling up his pole and catching a perch more than one meter long.
He took the bass off the hook, threw it into the basket, and started casting again.
Rove quickly entered the state of explosive protection. When he encountered a "small fish" weighing less than 20 catties, he directly threw it back into the lake... The top fisherman who relies on his skills for a living is just so willful.
After an unknown amount of time, the boy suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind him. Judging from the frequency of the footsteps, the person who came should be Margaery.
Rove was about to turn around when a pair of soft hands covered his eyes from behind. The man asked in a deliberately low voice:
"Guess who I am?"
The corner of Rove's mouth turned up slightly: "Is there any reward for my guess?"
"What reward do you want?"
"I want you……"
"Um?!"
"I want you..." Rove paused and smiled, "Play volleyball with me in the bathroom, how about this reward?"
"Hmm...then you guessed wrong?"
"I guessed wrong, I can do one thing for you." Rove grinned: "Anything is fine."
"good!"
"You're Hermione...Of course it's impossible. She's afraid of losing now, and she doesn't dare to bet with me anymore." Rove said softly:
"Fleur's English has a strange accent, Gabriel's hands are too small, it's you—Shirley—isn't it?"
Shirley, whose identity was revealed, let go of Rove's eyes, bent down, put her pointed chin on the boy's shoulder, and said depressedly:
"Why don't you guess Margaery? I obviously imitated her footsteps on purpose, and even sprayed some of her usual perfume on the palm of my hand."
Rove turned his head slightly, scraped the bridge of her nose lightly with his fingers, and said hehe:
"If Margaery covered my eyes, she would definitely smear itchy powder on her palm. How could she be as gentle as you and ask 'Guess who I am'?"
"..."
"Anyway, you lost." Rove smiled triumphantly, "I would like to accept the bet. You want to play volleyball with me in the bathroom."
Xue Li blushed, she was silent for a moment, and hummed like a mosquito in the boy's ear.
At this time, another fish took the bait, and it was still a big fish in terms of strength.
But Luo Fu didn't pay attention to the fishing rod at all, he turned around excitedly, and when he was about to speak, he couldn't help but froze, staring blankly at the cardamom girl with a red face as beautiful as a peach blossom behind him.
She was wearing a silver-white long dress, the skirt was woven from ivory satin and silver silk, like a white peony in full bloom, delicate and majestic.
The long wine-red hair was loose, hanging over her shoulders like a waterfall, and flowing down to her waist, which made the girl a little less youthful and childish, and more charming and charming.
On the girl's forehead, she wore a slender crown made of gold silk and rubies, which matched her hair very well; on her snow-white neck, hung a necklace full of precious stones, making her look like a noble princess.
Rove looked at Shirley, whose face could be said to be a disaster for the country and the people, and was stunned for a moment. He felt his heart stopped beating, and he didn't dare to breathe for a while.
Shirley was already stunning in the past, but her rustic school uniform and monotonous ponytail restrained her beauty by three points, but now she is in full bloom.
Seeing Rove staring at her intently, Shirley was dazed, so she shyly stretched out her hand and waved it in front of the boy.
Rove finally came back to his senses, the girl turned her beautiful head halfway to him, and asked with a smile:
"This is the dress and outfit that Margaery helped me choose. It shouldn't be ugly, right?"
"No." Rove stared at her with burning eyes, and said softly, "Shirley, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
Shirley bit her lips, with a pair of extremely agile long eyes, both shy and charming, she suddenly said:
"Rove, your fishing rod was dragged into the lake by a fish."
"Damn fishing rod, let it go, I will never fish again." Rove stared at the girl, and said seriously: "This thing is too late for me to appreciate beauty."
Xue Li's pretty face was flushed, and she became more and more charming. She stuck out her tongue and said softly, "Margaery is still waiting for us two."
"Then let's go."
Rove stretched out his arm, and Shirley gently took his hand, and the two walked side by side, and walked into the distance.
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In the foyer, a large number of students had already gathered, and they were all circling back and forth, waiting for eight o'clock to arrive, and then the door of the auditorium would open.
Some students wanted to meet their dance partners from other colleges, so they squeezed sideways through the crowd, looking for each other's figure.
Harry was also looking around in the crowd, looking for his partner—Parvati Patil.
Ron's invitation to Fleur was ignored by the public and became the laughing stock of everyone... This incident greatly stimulated Harry and made him decide not to poach Diggory's corner, lest he also become a clown.
He originally wanted to listen to Ron's words and invite his sister Ginny, but it was a pity that Ginny thought that no one would invite her, so she had already made an appointment with Luna to travel to London for Christmas.
Not far away, Hermione stood alone in the crowd, waiting for her dance partner.
She was wearing a robe made of flowing light purple-blue fabric, her hair was no longer messy, but became soft and shiny, and it was tied into an elegant bun at the back of her head.
The Hermione in the past couldn't be said to be ugly, but she couldn't be said to be pretty either. After dressing up tonight, she looked more beautiful than most of the girls present.
This extreme contrast has attracted the attention of countless students, and many of them are whispering and discussing her outfit.
Harry naturally also noticed this scene, and even more noticed that Ron beside him was staring at Hermione intently.
Harry knew that Ron had invited Hermione, but his attitude and words were very rude, as if Hermione couldn't find a dance partner, and he was beaten up by the other party.
Harry was afraid that Ron would be stimulated by seeing such a beautiful Hermione, so he took the initiative to distract and said:
"Ron, where's your dance partner—the Hufflepuff named Ilo Karst?"
Ron finally looked away, and he whispered:
"George and Fred said that Ilo Karst has something to do, and asked me to wait for her at the door of the women's bathroom on the second floor."
"The women's bathroom on the second floor?" Harry frowned. "Is she feeling sick to her stomach?"
Harry was still about to say something when there was a sudden noise not far away.
I saw a group of Slytherin students coming up from their underground common room along the steps.
Walking in the front was Malfoy, wearing a black velvet gown with a high collar and combing his hair back, as if trying to make himself appear mature.
It's just that, to Harry, Malfoy looks a lot like a vicar with a Bible.
Malfoy's partner was Pansy Parkinson, who looked smug in a light pink gown full of frills, hanging tightly by Malfoy's arms.
Crabbe and Goyle were both green, like two moss-covered boulders, following behind Malfoy and Pansy, like two vicious bodyguards.
Malfoy suddenly saw Harry, as if Ron had seen Hermione, he let go of Pansy's arm like lightning, and strode towards Harry.
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