Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 522 Christmas Ball

In addition to Defense Against the Dark Arts, fifth grade students also have a Transfiguration class this morning.

What they need to learn is still the disappearing spell, but the animal that needs to be transformed is replaced by a hamster.

Although it was just a different animal, the difficulty increased more than a little. During the entire two classes, most people's progress remained unchanged.

This situation has never happened before, because recently, students have been very anxious every time they take Transfiguration class, and everyone is afraid of seeing Professor McGonagall's disappointed face again.

This time is no exception.

  After a class, the classroom was filled with various crackling explosions. Everyone wanted to complete the task quickly, and their mood inevitably became more and more impatient. These explosions were caused by incorrect spell casting.

Some people were so nervous that they even blew the table into pieces.

 “Everyone, stop for a moment…”

Professor McGonagall used her wand to repair the broken table and said loudly: "You are too impatient. This will make it more difficult to master the disappearing spell. Try to calm yourself down...

“Well, maybe there is some news that can relieve your tense nerves.”

 Everyone looked at her.

“The Yule Ball is coming soon,” said Professor McGonagall. “This is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to socialize with foreign guests.”

Sure enough, when Professor McGonagall finished speaking, there was a burst of discussion in the classroom.

Several Gryffindor girls were so anxious that they cried just now, but now they were gathered together, whispering something, and laughing. Occasionally, they would turn their faces and glance at Kyle intentionally or unintentionally.

Professor McGonagall ignored them and continued: "The dance is only open to students in fourth grade and above, but if you want, you can also choose a dance partner from a lower grade...

“The time is eight o’clock on Christmas Eve in the auditorium.

“Remember to put on your dress robes when the time comes. This is a rare opportunity for us to...well...let our hair down and relax.”

 There was more laughter around.

Fortunately, at this time, the bell rang. Everyone quickly packed up their things and left the classroom impatiently, as if they were going to announce the good news to more people.

But Kyle was left behind.

"According to tradition, the Triwizard Ball is danced by the warriors and their partners..." Professor McGonagall said, "Do you understand what I mean?"

"Of course, Professor." Kyle glanced outside the door...Kanna was holding two books, leaning on the railing, waiting for him.

Professor McGonagall naturally saw it too, and she couldn't help but chuckle, "Okay, that's fine as long as you know, but I still have to remind you that you have to practice your dancing skills in the near future.

"As the beginning of a dance, there are many people watching you. If you dance in a mess, others will definitely laugh at you."

The expression on Kyle's face suddenly became wonderful.

 Now the question comes...

The only thing he can dance is the unique dance performed by the Moon Crazy Beast during courtship, which Newt taught him when he was ten years old.

Oh, he can also do the poisonous horned beast.

But it’s useless. At the Triwizard Tournament dance, there is a high probability that there will be no music suitable for these two dances.

And it is impossible for Dumbledore to agree to him bringing a moon-stricken beast as his dance partner.

Looking at him, Professor McGonagall seemed to have thought of something and asked tentatively: "You can't dance?"

Kyle nodded stiffly.

 Professor McGonagall was a little surprised, "Could it be that your father... Chris has never taken you to a dance?"

  The Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures has to deal with foreign wizards a lot. When those foreign wizards come here, Chris, as the deputy director, will inevitably have to attend some welcome **** and cocktail parties. These dances can usually be attended by the family, which is also a common activity.

 “Um…I haven’t been to it once,” Kyle said.

　　Chris himself would avoid parties and other events if he could. If he really couldn't avoid them, he would show up and eat at a buffet.

As for Kyle himself, he didn’t want to go. If he had that time, he might as well watch the salamanders fighting in Newt’s box.

 “Oh…” Professor McGonagall rubbed her forehead.

 As the warrior who is responsible for the opening but cannot dance, this is a terrible disaster for Kyle himself and Hogwarts.

 Fortunately, she asked one more question today.

 “You can take a break from your next classes.”

Professor McGonagall said in a tone that left no room for doubt: "It's only a week until Christmas, and during this time you must learn to dance...it doesn't matter even if you only know one song.

"Well, tomorrow is the weekend. At ten o'clock in the morning, I will open a dance club in the auditorium. Remember to come over then... No, you must come over."

 After saying that, Professor McGonagall hurriedly left the classroom, apparently going to the eighth floor to find Principal Dumbledore.

Kyle smacked his lips and walked out of the classroom.

“Why does Professor McGonagall look so anxious?” Connor came over and asked curiously: “What did you say?”

"A very serious challenge." Kyle sighed, "much more terrifying than facing two fire dragons alone."

 “Huh?” Kang Na was even more curious.

"Forget it, it's nothing." Kyle shook his head, "By the way, can I invite you to the Christmas dance? You know, the warriors need to start with their dance partners, and I need your help.

 Otherwise, I will probably have to dance with the moon-crazy beast... Professor Dumbledore will obviously not agree with me doing this. "

Kanna instantly forgot her doubts. She looked at Kyle and turned her head to the side slightly.

"Only you would want to dance with Moon Chimon... But, well... since you said so, I am willing to be your dance partner."

 “That’s great,” Kyle said with a smile.

 Then the two of them went downstairs together and walked towards the common room.

 Meanwhile, in the underground classroom.

Snape, who was brewing the potion, shook his hand and threw a whole bottle of armadillo bile into the cauldron.

The originally bright blue potion instantly turned into deep purple, and bubbles started to bubble out.

"Oh, damn!" Snape waved his wand and cleared away the potion and the cauldron, and then he subconsciously thought of Sirius Black.

Even though Black is not here, it is definitely right to put the blame on him.

Since the other party came to Hogwarts, it can be said that he has been against him in every aspect... He would deduct points from Gryffindor, and Black would deduct points from Slytherin students, and the reasons used were almost exactly the same.

In the past few days, he had been going to Dumbledore about this matter frequently, and he even lost sleep.

It must have been because he didn't have a good rest just now, otherwise how could he, a potion master, make such a stupid mistake.

Dumbledore is so stupid that he agreed to let an idiot become a professor.

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 (End of this chapter)