hogwarts blast

After a day of fun, the students at Hogwarts were a little depressed when they went to class the next day.

Professor McGonagall looked at the staggering students under the podium and lost the intention to lecture.

In this case, she continued to talk, and most of the students listened in one ear and out the other.

The only three people in the classroom who have the energy to listen to the lecture are Hermione and Hannah...

Uh, no, I should say there are only two left.

Kyle didn't come to class at all. He was intercepted by Dumbledore after breakfast in the Great Hall this morning.

I don’t know where he went now, but he may still be in Lao Deng’s office.

Professor McGonagall didn't dare to say or ask.

As for the other two students, their level in both Charms and Transfiguration is much higher than that of students at the same level, and the content of the course she is teaching now is of little help to them.

Unless she now changes to the seventh grade N.E.W.Ts exam content.

Professor McGonagall simply stopped talking.

She knocked on the table, "I have a few words to say to everyone."

The sleepy students raised their heads hard.

"Although Christmas is still a month away, I think you should make some preparations early."

Hearing the word "Christmas", the drowsy students in the audience seemed to have triggered some mechanism and suddenly woke up.

"The Triwizard Tournament has a tradition, which is the Yule Ball. This is a great opportunity for us to interact with foreign guests."

Christmas ball!

Looking at the figure with fiery red hair in front of him, Lavender Brown let out a harsh giggle.

Parvati Patil nudged her hard, signaling her to stop daydreaming and come to her senses as soon as possible, but the muscles on her face were also tense because she was trying desperately to restrain herself from talking to Lavender.

Just as silly.

"The Christmas dance will be held in the auditorium at eight o'clock on Christmas night and end at twelve midnight. It is only open to students in fourth grade and above, but if you want, you can invite a junior student."

Harry and Ron, good friends who had a tacit understanding, fell into fantasy almost at the same time.

One fantasizes about Zhang Qiu, and the other fantasizes about Furong.

If Kyle were here, after he used Legilimency to read the minds of the two people...

Well, actually he didn't need Legilimency, he could use his toes to figure out what these two people were thinking.

After all, Harry's pursuit of Cho Chang, and Ron, an old pervert, fell in love at first sight with Fleur, a mixed-race Veela, which was already well known in the circle of friends of those who were worried about their fathers.

Oh, by the way, Ron can't say it was love at first sight for Fleur. To be precise, he fell in love with her face, coveted her body, and was despicable!

Professor McGonagall's words immediately caused an uproar in the classroom.

"Quiet!" Professor McGonagall's voice rose ten times, "Gryffindor House has won the universal respect of the wizarding world in the past ten centuries!

Her tone was quite stern, "I will not let you tarnish the reputation of the college by acting like a bunch of baboons running amok overnight."

Looking at the time, Professor McGonagall found that there was still about half an hour until get out of class ended.

She had given up teaching anyway, so she simply let the students relax.

"Inside every girl there is a swan ready to fly, and in every boy there is a lion ready to hunt."

She signaled the students to stand up, then took out her wand and moved the desks in the classroom to the wall, creating a large open space.

Then she found a gramophone out of nowhere and played melodious dance music in the classroom.

"Potter, and Weasley, you two please come forward." Professor McGonagall directly named the two people.

The two people who were in various fantasies about their dream lover immediately woke up.

"According to traditional practice, the dance is started by warriors and their partners."

Professor McGonagall's cold gaze stared at these two useless guys through square lenses.

"So, I have the strictest requirements for you."

Both Harry and Ron felt as if their internal organs were twisting and shrinking.

The original question of how to invite the goddess of their dreams was instantly forgotten, replaced by another question——

What should they do if they can't dance so as not to be embarrassed at the party?

Professor McGonagall completely ignored the extremely uncomfortable expressions on their faces and said to herself, "I know that none of you can dance, so you have to practice harder during this time."

"But...Professor," Harry said weakly, "Dancing is a matter of two people. Where can we find a partner?"

"That's your business, Potter," Professor McGonagall said in an unquestionable tone. "If you really can't find anyone to accompany you, you can also practice in pairs with Mr. Weasley."

There were several fujoshi in the classroom whose eyes suddenly lit up when they heard what Professor McGonagall said.

A good lesson in transfiguration turned into a dance class.

…

The eighth floor of the castle, the principal's office.

Snape rolled up his sleeves, revealing a dark mark that resembled a tattoo.

"I have tested Karkaroff's attitude. He is obviously very afraid of the Dark Mark's reactivation."

Dumbledore sat behind his desk, thinking silently, "Are you sure that he will not have any impact on our plan?"

"He doesn't know yet that the Dark Lord has returned," Snape put down his sleeves. "He is still in a state of hesitation about returning to his identity as a Death Eater."

Kyle, who was standing next to the bird stand behind the door, feeding the Scottish long-tailed turkey with dragon meat, suddenly turned around and asked, "How is Voldemort doing now?"

"With Lucius's help, he has now obtained a new body, but it is as fragile as a four or five-year-old child."

Snape was a little unimpressed and didn't take the current Voldemort very seriously. "In his current state, he poses no threat to us at all."

"But we cannot let our guard down because of this, Severus." Dumbledore said, "We must ensure that the plan is under control. After all, it is related to Harry's life."

At the mention of Harry, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became gloomy.

Kyle scratched Fox's chin, "Speaking of which...if Voldemort wants to return in a perfect state, then he will not be able to bypass a material like his father's bones, right?"

Snape and Dumbledore both looked at Kyle.

"He shouldn't have sent anyone to get his father's bones yet, right?" Kyle expressed his thoughts, "Can we add some ingredients to Old Tom's ashes?"

After hearing the little devil's words, both Snape and Dumbledore were speechless.

It's true that you are worthy of being the Sandaime Dark Lord.

"Professor Snape," Kyle stopped playing with the bird, "do you know where Voldemort's father is buried?"

Before Snape could speak, Dumbledore answered quickly, "Little Hangleton, the Riddle family cemetery."

Kyle glanced at his father in surprise. He didn't expect that you, a very honest person with thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually knew the location of Voldemort's ancestral grave.

I've finally seen through you, Father Albus.

"Professor," Kyle stretched out his hand towards Snape, "do you have any more powerful potions there?"

Snape shook his head, "No, but I can go back and prepare now."

It is true that he is a master of potions, but he is not a poison master. Who has nothing to do with poisons?

Only a bad little devil would stock up on it anytime and anywhere.

"Forget it, I won't bother you," Kyle suddenly remembered a perfect place to go, "Dad, let me borrow Fox from you."

Dumbledore nodded towards the big red turkey next to Kyle and motioned for it to follow Kyle.

"Fox, let's go! Target, seaside cave!"

Hearing Kyle mention the cave by the sea, Dumbledore instantly understood what Kyle was going to do.

Tsk tsk, using Voldemort's potion to deal with Voldemort is really...

Well done!

There was a flash of fire, and Kyle and Fox disappeared into the principal's office.

Looking at the remaining sparks in the sky, Dumbledore and Snape both sighed quietly, and then looked at each other silently, understanding each other tacitly.

They were all thankful that the future third-generation Dark Lord was at least on the same side as them when it came to dealing with Voldemort.