A Surprise Inheritance

CHAPTER 28

It was several days later when they heard people laughing in the Gryffindor table. When looking up, they saw the youngest male Weasley holding something which looked like a brown Victorian dress robe for a middle-aged woman in the middle society.

"What is that thing?" Hadrian asked, while all the Slytherins around him began to laugh, it was still early, so maybe only half of Slytherin was there at the moment, with several from Drumstang and Beauxbatons.

"Sweety, " Draco said, making Hadrian turn to him, only to see his mate trying to hold his laugh. "How much are you familiar with old dress robes?"

"Well almost nothing, but what this has to do with the- oh." Looking again at the brown thing with the white looking itchy thing in the front, and imagining the youngest male Weasley wearing it. Then he began to giggle himself.

"But, why would Weasley need a dress robe like this one?"

"I guess for the Yule Ball, " Theodore said from beside him.

"What ball?" Hadrian asked.

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"The Yule Ball. Which, if you don't mind, I'd like to speak to you about, Mr Riddle." McGonagall said to him while he was on his way to potion with is friends.

"The Yule Ball professor?" Draco asked beside him.

"It's traditional during the Triwizard Tournament for the host school to put on a Chrismas ball. It is also traditional for the three champions, or in this case four, to be the first to dance."

Hadrian cocked his head to the side like a questioning kitten.

" Dance? With a girl?"

"I leave the decision up to you Mr Riddle. You may bring Mr Crabbe if you desire. But know this: The school has a reputation as long as it is illustrious. It demands and receives the respect of the entire wizarding world. You stand upon the shoulders of giants, Mr Riddle. Shame yourself and you shame all who came before you." McGonagall said before leaving the group alone with a confuse Hadrian for Draco to handle.

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And now it was the next day, and the entire rank of the school pupils was currently at the Great Hall, girls on one side, boys on the other one, all sitting before the fierce McGonagall.

"You have got to get a grip! Your behaviour barely rise to the level of the common toadstool! I WILL NOT HAVE IT!" McGonagall 'said', making everyone to look at her with fear in their eyes, they all exchange nervous glances.

"Now, " McGonagall continued, "to dance is to let the body... Breathe. Inside every girl is a secret swan slumber, longing to burst free and take flight. Inside each boy is a lordy loin, prepared to prance."

"Something may be about to burst out of Eloise Midgen, but I do not think it's a swan." Someone whispered from the farthest side of the hall from Slytherin house.

"Mr Weasley!" McGonagall almost yelled at the Gryffindor side.

"Yes!?" The youngest Weasley jumped in his seat, looking directly at his Head of House.

"Would you join me, please?" McGonagall 'asked' in a quiet friendly voice, which had nothing nice in it.

Ron glanced around in panic, then slumps forward like a man heading to the gallows.