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Chapter 548 What do you think of the dance?

"No partner?"

"No, I haven't found a suitable partner, Professor."

Andrew spread his hands, ready to fight the professor - to be more precise, he was already fighting the professor.

"The dance is the day after tomorrow. If I didn't ask you today, were you planning to talk about this on the day of the dance?"

The professor glanced at Andrew sternly, "I can't believe it. Is there not a single good girl in the whole Hogwarts? Are their standards too high? But if I remember correctly, at the beginning of this school year you also put a few girls in detention because of love potions."

"That's true, Professor, but I can't take a dance partner who treats me as prey."

Andrew spread his hands. "Just think about it. I drank the love potion in public at the banquet. That's too outrageous..."

"Are there no students who don't use love potions?"

"Yes, I do, but we can't really talk about it."

...

Andrew felt that the professor was a little angry, but he was not sure.

But to Andrew's surprise, Professor McGonagall was not angry at all, and a strange expression appeared on her face.

"You're going to the dance to find a socially available partner, not to find a girlfriend, or to develop some new spell or do some archaeology together."

She sighed, "It seems that I really let you stay in the office too much. Didn't the prefects of the student union hold a dance when they graduated?"

"Yes, I did. Those rogue seniors teased me..."

But it didn’t end last year. He was busy with the Triwizard Tournament last year, so he didn’t have time to participate…

"Okay, I'll go ask if there are any witches who are good at dancing but don't have a dance partner yet. Don't refuse. I suspect you have a hole in your emotions in this area and need to adjust. I just want a dance partner."

Andrew had no way of responding to this. He really couldn't understand what this had to do with spellcasting, but his spell learning was indeed average and he really didn't have the confidence to refute.

Seeing that Andrew didn't respond, Professor McGonagall shook her head. "In order to prevent you from stepping on others, I think you need some special training. Merlin's beard... What do you think of the ball as, an engagement ceremony?"

How does this fit in?
"Don't worry about anything else. I'll make the arrangements. Taylor, I need to tell Albus that something is not right with you."

Professor McGonagall dropped Andrew off in her office and left.

Andrew shrugged his shoulders and sat in his seat - although it was a bit of a showdown in advance, it was only two days, so how could there be any changes?
While he was processing documents in his office as usual, a not-so-intense discussion was unfolding.

"Filius, haven't you ever held a dance in your courtyard?"

In Dumbledore's office, Professor McGonagall looked at Professor Flitwick with a somewhat unfriendly tone.

"It's been a while, but does it matter?"

"Albus you haven't talked to Tyler either?"

Professor McGonagall turned back to Dumbledore.

“I think he handled everything very well.”

Dumbledore was still smiling at this moment.

"So you plan to start studying black magic or something after he falls in love at first sight and then becomes depressed due to emotional problems, or simply quarrels over a breakup?"

The more advanced the magic, the closer it is to emotions. This is no joke.

Professor McGonagall sighed, "So you spent all this time planning for him, but you didn't feel that he was any different from his classmates in terms of relationships? It's just a dance, but he's so cautious that it's like he's getting engaged to his dance partner!"

"Is it that exaggerated?" Professor Flitwick widened his eyes in confusion.

"Yes, it's even more exaggerated than this. He even started to cheat and didn't notify me until the dance."

Mag nodded decisively, and directly exposed Andrew's behavior.

"That's too bad..." Professor Flitwick shook his head. "This is a big problem. I have to discuss it with the prefects."

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"Is it really necessary?"

"It is very necessary, Mr. Taylor," the fat monk in front of Andrew nodded, "Even though you don't have a dance partner, you still have to learn to dance well."

"The Headmaster actually asked the Hufflepuff ghost to help me practice my dance steps, and it's a solo dance... At least tell me who my dance partner is!"

But unfortunately, the fat monk didn't know. He only taught Andrew some basic dance steps and some basic etiquette, and he couldn't expect more.

"The dance is tonight, is that okay?"

"Of course, Mr. Taylor," the fat monk nodded, "although it was a little too hasty. Professor Flitwick should have come to me earlier. If you had more time, you would definitely become an excellent dancer."

"I just care about who my dance partner is..."

Andrew sighed, "Maybe I still don't have a very clear understanding of the magical world."

"There is no shortage of balls in the Muggle world, but maybe things have changed now." The fat monk shook his head, "But no matter what, you can now attend the ball safely."

"I hope everything is as you say, monk."

Andrew tried hard to adjust his steps. Due to his experience in duels, he had good physical flexibility and had made rapid progress in the past few days.

"Well, that's all for today's special dance training. You should go get your formal wear, sir. I think Professor Flitwick should have it ready for you."

"Thank you again for your generosity, Brother."

Andrew expressed his gratitude and reluctantly left the empty room - this was the classroom for the Charms class, which was specially arranged by Professor Flitwick for him to practice dancing, and the arrangements were complete.

"How did things turn out like this?"

Andrew sighed and stretched his legs to make sure he wouldn't go wrong.

He suspected that he had asked the wrong person for advice twice.

One time it was someone from the dormitory, and another time it was someone from the lower grades...

"In that case, we have to thank the professor for his wisdom. Perhaps we all took the ball too seriously..."

Shaking his head, he glanced at the sky. It was already getting dark outside, and it was obvious that the party was almost time.

"Where should I find my dance partner? Really, the professor and the dean don't say anything."

"Forget it, let's go back and see what arrangements we can make."

He walked quickly towards the lounge of his college, but until he returned to the dormitory, he did not see any students who came to inform him. As for the people in the dormitory, they had started to wear formal robes.

His new dress robe was placed directly on the table beside the bed - it was delivered by the prefect without any extra words.

"What the hell, is this the professor's punishment for me planning to tank?"

Not knowing the answer, he could only put on his robe in confusion and then followed the rest of his roommates to the lounge downstairs.

(End of this chapter)