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Chapter 549 The Dance Can't Stop

"what?"

Andrew's eyes widened, not sure if what he heard was true.

"Yes, that's it. You just sit on the chair and don't refuse your dance partner's invitation. As long as you are invited, you are not allowed to stop."

Professor McGonagall nodded seriously, "We have arranged for several prefects to invite you, but most of them have their own partners and can only dance one song with you."

How many?

What's going on with those guys?
The other party has a dance partner!
"This is a polite dance. You have to learn to overcome it, Taylor. Relax. At least the prefects won't make trouble. Of course, for safety reasons, it's best not to drink anything after dancing. In addition, except for the intervals between changing partners, you should not refuse any invitations."

"Anything else, Professor?"

Andrew didn't understand, but accepted it - okay, jumping was the same as not jumping at all, it seemed that he was indeed too nervous.

"Don't dance the third song with a partner. Each person can only dance two songs at most and then take a break."

...

I always feel like I'm the prince of nightclubs...

Andrew didn't even bother to shake his head, "Yes, Professor."

"Okay, that's it. Watch your drinks. Never mind. If you want to sneak out, that's up to you. But you're not allowed to leave during the first half."

The professor seemed to want to give more instructions, but finally shook his head, "That's it, the robe Filius chose suits you very well, Taylor, I should also prepare for the ball."

"Okay, I'll try my best, Professor."

Andrew suppressed the urge to complain and left - yes, the urge to complain.

After leaving Professor McGonagall's office, he immediately found a mirror to take another look at his dress, and only felt relieved after confirming that there was nothing strange about it.

"I shouldn't, but I still want to say that the thistle wreath on the professor's hat is really ugly..."

After complaining for a while, he went back to the lounge and waited with his roommates - to be more precise, he waited with two roommates, because the other two had found dance partners from the same college, so they did not need to wait and had to meet up downstairs.

"Taylor, where did you end up dancing with?"

Howl asked quietly, his dance partner was a Hufflepuff girl.

"I am also wondering, how would I know, the prefects..."

He could only shake his head mysteriously at Hal - anyway, he was used to being mysterious in his daily life, so Hal and the others probably wouldn't ask any more questions.

He didn't have to wait long before the student assigned by the dean to urge people came over.

The referee should arrive at the table early and not wait among the students.

'It's much better. Although it's very different from the original plan, the steps haven't changed at all.'

As Andrew was thinking, he quickly walked towards the auditorium downstairs and soon found his seat in the auditorium - at this moment the students had not yet taken their seats, and he took this opportunity to carefully look at the decorations inside the auditorium.

'Sprigs of mistletoe...garlands of ivy...is this really just a social dance?'

He raised his eyebrows in confusion, but what could he say now that things had come to this? Anyway, he had promised the professor to dance well and not ask anything else. There was nothing wrong with the arrangement.

"That's a nice dress, Taylor."

Mr. Flamel nodded to Andrew and began to look at the decorations around him. "The Triwizard Tournament Ball is really an intoxicating memory..." "By the way, Taylor, the mistletoe kissing rules at Hogwarts haven't changed, right?"

Mr. Flamel suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

"Probably not."

Andrew, who had looked up a lot of information to write a legend, nodded, "It should still be the same. It is still firmly bringing blessings to lovers."

"That's true. It's very effective."

Mr. Flamel nodded, then turned his gaze toward the door of the auditorium. "The students are here, waiting for the Warriors to begin. You and your partner should be ready - young people should not dance with us professors."

Andrew could only nod in agreement and wait for the professor's arrangements.

To be honest, he really doesn't mind eating and drinking for free at this table, but unfortunately he can't.

The warriors quickly entered the venue and approached the judges' table - as per convention, the warriors and their dance partners would dine with the judges and then start leading the dance.

But there were too many warriors in this competition, so the warriors from each school set up a separate table and gathered around the referee table.

Andrew looked at the warriors from various schools, and finally confirmed one thing helplessly - in terms of dress, Hogwarts was outdone by Beauxbatons.

But he soon lost interest in this matter. Not only was the menu of this banquet unique, but there were also several limited flavors of ice cream. Although it was not the right season, Andrew was still very happy to order one of each for himself - yes, this competition was based on a la carte system!
Because of the limited flavor of ice cream, he almost forgot Professor McGonagall's instructions - if the lights had not been turned off before the warriors led the dance, he would probably still be there enjoying the food.

"Fortunately, the warriors came first..."

While Dumbledore was cleaning up the place, Andrew began to adjust himself quickly - it was time for him to start fulfilling his promise.

There was no need for him to wait, because soon a seventh year female prefect of Gryffindor came over.

"What promise do you owe Professor McGonagall? The professor is using you to give benefits to the prefects?"

The other party was communicating with Andrew in a low voice.

???

What does it mean to distribute welfare?
"It's the welfare before graduation. As the dean, it's some reward for the hard work of the prefects. It's usually books or quills or something like that."

...

But the joking soon stopped - because the dance soon began, and Andrew discovered that he had been sold more than once.

Then came the students who came forward to invite him boldly, and according to the agreement with Professor McGonagall, Andrew could only try his best to choose a dance partner who looked less aggressive to agree.

And this matter was soon discovered.

The long and painful dance resulted in Andrew being stepped on about a dozen times - as for his dance partner... sorry, I can't remember.

He now fully agreed with Professor McGonagall's point of view.

A dance is just a social dance, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Both his roommates and juniors spoke too seriously - he swore on his aching feet that the biggest challenge of the dance was the proficiency of his dance partner!
When the performance finally ended, he felt tired and thirsty, and completely ignored the other party's invitation to sit for a while among the rose bushes.

'Damn the dance party, if anything happens, I will immediately invite a dance partner. No other requirements, just someone who doesn't like wearing thick-soled dance shoes and is skilled in dancing! If you can't meet these requirements, I will cast a lot of transformation spells on the shoes before going on stage!'

Andrew thought so.

(End of this chapter)