Harry Potter with Technology System

The day of the Yule Ball had arrived.

Harry stood in his room as Misty, the Potter family house-elf, fussed over his suit, adjusting the cuffs and brushing away nonexistent specks of dust. The three-piece ensemble had been tailored specifically for him—black with dark green accents, subtle enough to avoid looking obnoxious but elegant enough to make a statement.

“Master Harry be looking perfect,” Misty said, stepping back and nodding in satisfaction.

Harry adjusted his collar in the mirror. “Good.”

“Master Harry be look most handsome,” Misty said, stepping back to inspect her work. “Misty make sure suit be perfect.”

Harry glanced at himself in the mirror. The dark green waistcoat contrasted well with the black dress robes, the silver embroidery subtle but sharp. Clean, well-fitted, nothing over-the-top—just the way he liked it.

“How’s everything at home?” he asked, rolling his shoulders to settle the jacket properly.

Misty beamed. “Potter Yule Ball be going most well, Master Harry! Mistress Petunia and Madam Longbottom be making sure everything be perfect! Mistress Petunia made sure tree be decorated, and Madam Longbottom says all be ‘proper.’"

Harry snorted. Augusta Longbottom was a perfectionist when it came to traditional events, so he had no doubt the house was prepared down to the last polished silverware.

“The other families helping?”

Misty nodded so hard her ears flopped. “Yes! Greengrass family sent decorations! Bones family sent special elves for food! Abbott family sent music performers!” She clapped her hands. “Manor looks grand, Master Harry! Mistress Petunia made sure everything looks perfect, as Potter Yule should!”

Harry hummed as he adjusted his cufflinks. “Good. Make sure the students' inventions get pitched. We won’t be there to explain them this year, so I told everyone to write up proper descriptions. Pick the top three as usual, and we’ll fund them. If anyone else wants to back a project, they can leave their details. Also, make sure the goblins, house-elves, centaurs and other races aren’t uncomfortable. And with me not around, there might be idiots trying something. Security stays with the goblins.”

Misty gave an eager nod, ears twitching as she memorized every instruction. “Yes, Master Harry! Misty will make sure everything be done right!”

There was a knock at the door before it swung open, revealing the usual group. Neville, Blaise, Theodore, Draco, Fred, George, and Cedric stepped in, all dressed in the formal attire Harry had arranged for them. Their suits were proper—well-tailored, sleek, and expensive enough to make a statement without being obnoxious. Still, it was clear at a glance that Harry’s own attire was in a different league. His was custom-made, finer in fabric and cut, with subtle magical embroidery that only revealed itself under the right light. It wasn’t flashy, but it was impossible to ignore.

Fred whistled as he stepped inside, tilting his head as he gave Harry a once-over. “Alright, mate, you’re going to make the rest of us look like hired help.”

“You lot were already doomed the moment he stepped in,” George added, nudging Fred. “Face it, Potter’s playing a different game.”

Harry smirked. “Then stop trying to compete.”

Draco rolled his eyes, straightening the cuffs of his jacket. His was a sharp silver-grey with a dark green tie that matched the Slytherin colors, tailored to perfection. “At least we won’t look like beggars.” He adjusted his sleeve and shot Harry a look. “Which one do you think works better?”

He held up two ties—one a rich emerald, the other a deep silver. Harry barely glanced before nodding toward the green. “That one. The silver makes you look washed out.”

Draco smirked, clearly pleased with the choice. “I was thinking the same.”

Neville fidgeted slightly, adjusting the lapels of his jacket. “Does this look alright?”

Harry glanced over, noting how the dark navy suit fit him well, the subtle gold detailing adding just enough contrast. “Looks fine. Stop messing with it.”

Neville exhaled, dropping his hands. “Right. Just not used to this.”

Cedric, already looking like he stepped out of a wizarding fashion catalogue, gave him a reassuring pat on the back. “You’ll be fine. Most people will be too busy gawking at Potter to care what we’re wearing.”

“That’s what I’m worried about,” Neville muttered.

Blaise chuckled, adjusting his cufflinks. “Honestly, it’s kind of hilarious watching everyone scramble to outdress Potter. As if that was ever an option.”

Harry arched a brow. “Are you saying you tried?”

“Not at all,” Blaise said smoothly. “I know when to accept defeat.”

Theodore, standing off to the side, had already finished adjusting his tie and was watching the others with mild amusement. “Let’s just get this over with before someone decides to ‘improve’ our looks with last-minute tweaks.”

“Oi, that’s directed at us, isn’t it?” Fred said, feigning offense.

George gasped dramatically. “I’m wounded. We would never.”

Draco snorted. “You absolutely would.”

Before Fred could argue, another knock sounded, and the door opened again to reveal Tracey, Daphne, Pansy, all dressed to match the occasion. Their gowns were sleek and well-fitted, with a touch of elegance that made it clear they hadn’t just thrown something together last minute. Unlike some of the other girls in the school, who had been agonizing over their dresses for weeks, these three carried themselves with the confidence of people who knew they looked good.

Tracey eyed them all critically before nodding in approval. “Alright, you lot clean up well. Potter, obviously, is showing off, but that was expected.”

Pansy smirked, linking her arm with Harry’s. “And now the real fun begins—watching the rest of the school lose their minds over this whole thing.”

Daphne adjusted one of her earrings, glancing toward Harry. “Are you ready?”

Harry walked between the three girls and nodded. "Let's go."

When they arrived at the Slytherin common room, the rest of his entourage was already waiting. Daphne, Tracey, and Pansy separated from him and joined the other girls, creating a spectacle that was impossible to ignore.

Daphne stood with the kind of elegance that looked effortless, her dark green gown simple but refined, flowing like water with every movement. The minimal jewelry—just a pair of silver earrings—added to her composed presence. Beside her, Tracey’s deep red dress was a striking contrast, the fitted bodice emphasizing her figure before the fabric flared at the waist. She was grinning, clearly enjoying the attention they were all getting.

Astoria, the youngest among them, wore a soft lilac gown, her blonde curls pinned back with small silver clips. She looked smug, as if she had been waiting for this moment just to watch people’s reactions. Luna, in typical fashion, had chosen something unconventional—a shimmering silver-blue dress with subtle embroidery that shifted like moonlight. The radish earrings were missing, but the dreamy look in her eyes remained.

Hermione had opted for a navy blue dress, modest in cut but well-tailored. Her usually bushy hair had been styled into soft curls, giving her a polished look she wasn’t used to. Ginny, standing beside her, wore a deep burgundy dress that complemented her red hair, the neckline a bit lower than what her brothers would have approved of.

Pansy, never one to be outdone, wore an emerald dress with a slit high enough to make people look twice. She smirked, linking arms with Daphne as they whispered among themselves.

Susan and Hannah rounded out the group—Susan in a sleek black dress that made her pale skin stand out even more, and Hannah in a softer, floral-embroidered gown that suited her quieter personality.

It was a lineup that made the Slytherin common room feel more like a high-society gathering than a school event. The few younger students who had remained behind were staring, and even some of the older years paused to take in the sight before heading out.

Blaise let out a low whistle, adjusting his cuffs. "Merlin, Potter. If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were trying to cause an international incident."

Theodore, leaning against the wall, smirked. "Half the school’s already crying into their dress robes because you stole all these girls."

Harry just shrugged. "Not my problem."