Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 656 Christmas Ball

Chapter 656 Christmas Ball

As most people expected, Gryffindor won their first Quidditch match with ease.

270:0

When Harry caught the Golden Snitch before Malfoy, the Slytherin team hadn't scored a single goal.

Harry later confirmed Cyril's guess: he had indeed not given Ron Felix Felicis; it was just an empty bottle.

Moreover, he deliberately let Hermione see him, just to attract Ron's attention and make him mistakenly believe that he had drunk Felix Felicis.

Under this psychological influence, Ron seemed to have divine assistance, perfectly helping Gryffindor win the match.

"I told you you could do it," Harry said happily, handing Ron a glass of water. "You just lack confidence."

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Ron seemed to think so too; he carried his broom and swaggered out of the dressing room past Hermione.

Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Sometimes, confidence is more important than ability. Harry, you can hardly help him a second time using this method."

"Maybe we won't need to next time." Harry didn't want to argue with Hermione, so he chuckled and left the dressing room.

Next, there will be a celebration party in the Gryffindor common room, a tradition that has been maintained for many years.

The day after the tournament, it snowed at Hogwarts. Snowflakes swirled in the air, pattering against the icy windows with a crackling sound.

Every year it's the same; the first Quidditch match seems to be a special day. After the match, Hogwarts enters winter.

Christmas arrives along with winter.

Hagrid brought all twelve Christmas trees that were essential to the Great Hall by himself, and wrapped the stair railings with holly and glittering foil.

In the corridor, candles that would never go out flickered in the helmets of the armored soldiers, and they would sing Christmas carols loudly whenever someone passed by.

Xilun didn't know which professor had arranged this little show, but it was incredibly noisy. The wizard who created these armors hadn't given them any talent for singing at all; it sounded as awful as sawing wood.

Professor Slughorn is hosting another party.

The Christmas ball was just as grand as the one during the Three Kingdoms Tournament.

No one knows what method Slughorn used, but before Christmas even arrived, the news that he was going to hold a large ball had already spread throughout Hogwarts.

Many people even start dressing up a week in advance, just to amaze everyone on that day.

The list of students staying at Hogwarts filled up overnight, with over 90 percent of students choosing to stay for the Christmas holidays.

Of course, the main reason for this result is that Hogwarts is safer than outside. Even when Dumbledore is not in the castle, the other professors can keep the Death Eaters from messing with the school.

However, Slughorn's Christmas ball is also quite famous. Someone must have found out that before Slughorn retired, he would hold a similar ball every Christmas.

Those who were invited were all top students in the school.

Now, even more students wanted to attend the ball. It could be said that, apart from the absence of wizards from other magic schools, this Christmas ball hosted by Slughorn was in no way inferior to the Triwizard Tournament.

Xiren inevitably received another invitation, and this time he couldn't find any reason to refuse.

Harry was with him.

"You'd better be careful," Hermione said to Sheryl and Harry as she looked up from the long roll of parchment during lunch. "Don't eat anything of dubious origin lately."

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"It's nothing serious," Hermione said. "It's just that when I went to the bathroom earlier, there was a dozen girls there, including Romida Vannie, talking about how to get you guys to drink aphrodisiacs."

Aphrodisiac —

Harry knew this all too well; Voldemort was born from it.

It was precisely because he knew what it was that he was even more afraid.

"Love potions are illegal, aren't they? How did they get them?!"

"The Weasleys Wizarding Arts," Hermione said expressionlessly. "They all come from there. Fred and George are personally responsible for delivering them to the school."

"Why didn't you confiscate those things!" Harry asked. Hermione's penchant for upholding rules and regulations seemed to have slackened at this crucial juncture, which wouldn't do.

"They didn't even bring the potion into the bathroom, so how could I confiscate it?" Hermione said dismissively. "Anyway, you'd better be careful. I don't think even Professor Slughorn could concoct a dozen different antidotes at the same time."

"What if I don't spend Christmas at Hogwarts?" Harry asked. "Sirius wants us to go back to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, and I've already promised him."

"That probably won't work; Slughorn's Christmas ball is before the holidays."

Harry couldn't even eat.

Xilun rubbed his forehead, also feeling a bit tricky. Fortunately, the aphrodisiac only works after ingestion, so as long as he was careful, there shouldn't be any problems.

"Honestly, what use are they to me!" Celen muttered, taking a bite of his fried pork chop. "It's not the Triwizard Tournament anymore. Harry, the savior, is way more famous than me."

"Since you brought up the Triwizard Tournament, you should understand that the title of Triwizard Tournament Champion is more prestigious than Savior," Hermione said. "At least the Triwizard Tournament has already happened, and you did win the championship."

As Hermione spoke, she pulled the long parchment up a bit and continued writing her arithmetic paper.

"There are still two days until Christmas, so it shouldn't matter now," Harry thought to himself.

But he soon realized he was wrong.

The next day, just as he left the passageway to go to his Charms class, Romida Vannie, whom Hermione had specifically mentioned the day before, appeared nearby like a ghost.

"Hey Harry, want a glass of violet water?"

"Thank you, but no thanks," Harry said hastily. "I don't really like drinking it."

"Then let's have a chocolate cauldron." She brought out another box, "It contains flaming whiskey, which my grandma sent me, but I don't like it."

Harry didn't know if it was sent by his grandmother, but he certainly wouldn't eat it.

But that wasn't all; he then received even more chocolates, gummies, drinks, and the like.

The same goes for Xilun; both of his hands were stuffed full.

Moreover, these people are so unprofessional; Xilun could smell the peculiar potion scent in the chocolate.

After all, he had never tasted pine-flavored chocolate before, which was clearly the taste of an aphrodisiac.

Fred and George, those two bastards, must have made a fortune!

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