With extraordinary comprehension, I built a floating city at Hogwarts.

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The day after tomorrow, I will create a plant called Lacey with a naturally quirky girl.

The day after tomorrow, I'll be enjoying the admiration and pursuit of these exotic sisters...

Sounds awesome, right?

But this comes at a price.

For example, special days like Valentine's Day every year.

After all, they'd already kissed and hugged, and some of them had even gone further with Levin. Faced with their invitations, how could Levin possibly refuse?

For example... Christmas balls these days are outdated.

Chapter 328 Hermione's Sullen Mood

Upon arriving at the Great Hall, Levin didn't dare return to the Ravenclaw table at all.

He knew very well that three girls he couldn't refuse were waiting for him there.

Rather than getting into an awkward situation, it's better to slip away beforehand.

He wandered around for a while, but eventually arrived at the Gryffindor table.

Compared to Cho Chang and Fleur, Hermione is probably easier to handle.

Hermione and Ginny were sitting together when Levin squeezed in between them.

Ginny quickly shifted her position to the side, making room for Levin.

Levin skillfully picked up the bread in front of Hermione and began to eat it in large bites.

The girl, unusually, remained silent, secretly glancing at Levin before lowering her gaze, lost in thought.

Levin didn't pay any attention, as his focus was on the discussion around him.

Gryffindor's Lee Jordan is giving a talk on how to successfully invite a female companion: "You have to create the right atmosphere, it needs to be romantic, that will increase your chances of success."

Jordan talked on and on, like a relationship expert.

"When extending an invitation, every word you say is worth considering. What should you do after the other party agrees? What should you do if they don't agree? Should you be persistent or play hard to get? These are all things to consider."

Harry, who was listening nearby, nodded in deep agreement.

That makes so much sense…

I never imagined he'd gone to such lengths to figure out how to woo girls.

Harry thought back to the time he heard Levine's explanation in Hagrid's hut.

Well, compared to Levin, who had a truly outstanding record, Jordan was still a bit lacking.

Can I borrow Levin's "The Love Manual" from the library?

If not, Harry will just smash it!

Jordan's good friends, the Weasley twins, had a different opinion.

“I’m telling you, you’ll never get a girl if you keep hesitating like this,” George retorted.

"We'd better speed things up, or all the good girls will be picked over," Fred added.

"So, who are you going with?" Ron asked curiously.

“Angelina,” Fred answered without hesitation, without the slightest embarrassment.

"What?" Ron asked in surprise, "You've already invited her?"

“Good question.” Fred snapped his fingers.

He turned his head and called out towards the other end of the table, "Hey, Angelina!"

Angelina was chatting with Aria Spinnet when she heard the shout and looked towards Fred.

"What's wrong?" she asked loudly.

Would you like to come to the dance with me?

Angelina gave Fred a scrutinizing look.

“Of course,” she said, then turned back to continue chatting with Arya, a faint smile on her face.

Levin noticed that George glanced at Fred with a complicated expression, but didn't say anything.

It seems the two brothers have reconciled about Fred's secret relationship.

“Look!” Fred said to Ron, “It’s that simple, a piece of cake. Anyway, we have to hurry, or someone else will invite you first and you’ll miss your chance.”

“Harry, we should get moving too…invite someone.” Ron said thoughtfully, “Fred is right. I don’t want to end up dancing with an ugly person. Some people will never get invited to dance, and if we’re too late, we’ll have to team up with someone like that.”

“But…” Harry was still hesitating.

“No buts.” Ron shrugged. “Think about it, in the end, all that’s left is a girl like Eloise Midgen. I’d rather go alone than go to her!”

"Not to mention you're a warrior, you absolutely need a beautiful female companion..."

Hermione looked up and frowned. "Ron, you shouldn't talk badly about Eloise behind her back. Her acne has gotten much better lately, and she's actually quite pretty!"

As Harry and Ron reconciled, Hermione was occasionally able to exchange a few words with Ron, out of respect for him.

“Her nose is a little crooked,” Ron said bluntly. “Okay, she’s just ugly!”

“Oh, I see,” Hermione couldn’t help but scoff. “Basically, you want to invite the prettiest girl who’s willing to accept you. Even if that person is a terrible person, a complete scoundrel?”

“Hmm—yes, that’s mostly right,” Ron said, glancing at Fleur at the Ravenclaw table. “As long as it’s pretty, that’s all that matters.”

"Is this your worldview?" Hermione asked, as if she were seeing Ron for the first time, her face showing disgust.

"You're really disgusting... You always change my opinion of you."

She sarcastically remarked, "You could write a textbook so girls can learn how to avoid making the same mistakes and ending up with someone like you."

Ron blushed.

Hermione stood up, didn't look at him again, and walked haughtily out of the Great Hall.

"Ginny, what's wrong with Hermione today?" Levin asked curiously. "She seems to be in a terrible mood. Who upset her?"

"Who do you think it is?" Ginny asked, somewhat exasperated. "Besides you, who else could possibly offend Hermione?"

"What's wrong with me?" Levin asked, somewhat confused.

“I think you’d better ask her yourself,” Ginny said, carefully choosing her words.

“Okay.” Levin nodded, quickly finished his lunch, and prepared to leave.

Ginny quickly caught up with him.

"What's wrong, Ginny?" Levin asked, turning around.

Ginny blushed and hesitated for a while before mustering the courage to ask, "Um, I just wanted to ask, can you dance with me on Christmas Day?"

"Does Ginny want to be my dance partner too?" Levin asked with interest.

As the youngest Weasley sister grew older, her face blossomed, and she began to show signs of becoming a beauty.

However, unlike Hermione and Cho Chang, Ginny is a standard Western beauty: blonde (or red-haired), blue-eyed, with a great figure, passionate, sincere, and athletic. In a typical teen movie, she would probably be a cheerleader, or the kind of person who dies first in a horror movie.

Levin was somewhat surprised that Ginny had invited him.

But the girl just shook her head: "No... I don't have that expectation. I just want... to dance with me one dance, just one."

Looking at the girl's pitiful expression, Levin nodded.

"Great!"

Ginny happily hugged Levin and skipped away.

Watching the girl's lively figure disappear into the distance, Levin smiled and continued on his way to find Hermione.

Finally, Levin found her in the study in the tower.

He peeked into the room and saw Hermione sitting at the desk in the middle of the room, head down, intently wielding a quill pen on a piece of paper, muttering to herself.

Levin walked over and sat down next to the girl.

Hermione pretended not to see, and as she traced the paper with her pen, she realized that she was using the parchment she usually used to practice contracts and curses.

As the chairperson of the Erudite Society, Hermione has made quite a few magical contracts with some members of the society.

Although Levin taught his arcane magic to many people, it wasn't something he could easily reveal to just anyone.

Levin was both amused and exasperated: "Just because Ron criticized Eloise Midgen, you're going to secretly curse him?"

Hermione glared at him and retorted, "Who said I cursed him?!"

Levin smiled and reassured her, "Okay, don't be angry. I know there was something wrong with what he said. I'll figure out a way to punish him, like making sure he can't find a female companion, how about that?"

Hermione neither agreed nor disagreed, but simply put down her quill and snorted:

"Do you guys only like pretty girls? Do you think ugly girls are repulsive?"

Levin looked Hermione straight in the eye and replied, "I didn't. Don't generalize, I'm innocent."

"Innocent?" Hermione lightly tapped her fist on the table, wrinkled her delicate nose, and gave a "I've seen through you" look:

"Forget about Ciri, who's already graduated; Zhang Qiu, Luna, Astoria, and that Fleur—which of these girls you know is less attractive than you?"

"They're one thing, but those girls who surrounded you and invited you to the ball, quite a few of them must be very pretty, right?"

"Tsk tsk... I just glanced at them a few times when I passed by, and I thought they were all pretty."

She said sourly, "Are you overwhelmed by the choices?"

Levin sighed softly.

He finally understood that Ron's words meant nothing—she had long since stopped caring about Ron.

Even the threats from the other girls around Levin didn't anger Hermione. After all, they were all quite familiar with each other, and if Hermione couldn't accept it, she would have been furious long ago.

The witches who had been surrounding Levin were the real reason Hermione was angry.

After all, Hermione is the most talked-about of all the warriors.

As a champion of Hogwarts and the winner of the previous match, she is required to be the lead dancer in the first dance of the opening ceremony.

Levin smiled gently, "Now that you mention it, I do remember a few beautiful witches... what were their names again?"

Hermione gave a dismissive "oh," but couldn't hide her jealousy. She wrote on the parchment with more force, almost tearing it apart, as if to vent her frustration.