Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 295, 293. Mr. Moody, do you really have nothing more to teach me?

"The Christmas ball is a traditional event of the Triwizard Tournament, and we will spend a comfortable night with our guests on Christmas Eve. The ball is only open to students in fourth grade and above. However, you may invite a younger student if you wish."

"At the request of Headmaster Dumbledore, I will be giving basic instruction on dance etiquette every Thursday afternoon in the Great Hall. I don't want any of you to do anything that would be detrimental to Hogwarts, so everyone must be present."

"By the way, every warrior needs a partner, and the Christmas ball is started by the warriors."

Professor McGonagall said the last sentence while looking at Harry. "Well, this Transfiguration class is for Gryffindor and Hufflepuff together."

In just one afternoon, the news that a Christmas ball would be held spread throughout Hogwarts.

Since being a warrior meant being responsible for leading the dance, almost all the young witches, whether they were the right age or not, set their sights on Harry.

I hope to become his dance partner.

If it weren't for the girl's modesty, she probably would have already snatched him away.

As for why it wasn't Mr. Dursley? Would you dare compete with the "Lion of Gryffindor" for someone?

Moreover, Mr. Dursley extended an invitation to Miss Granger to the ball in front of everyone immediately, and she accepted.

Days passed, the weather gradually turned cold, and after summer and autumn, winter arrived.

The little witches accepted the invitations one after another, and everyone was preparing for the Christmas ball.

Besides Dudley, he continued to study every day and consulted Professor Moody whenever he had time. He had never even participated in Professor McGonagall's dance instruction because his life skills list quietly contained one item—Dance LV5.

With the Christmas ball drawing ever closer, many fourth-grade wizards have already invited their dance partners, while some wizards are still single.

such as:

"Harry, have you decided who to invite?" Dudley asked during morning exercise.

Harry shook his head, telling him to go and invite a dance partner; he'd rather fight a dragon.

"That Qiu Zhang isn't a good fit for you; you might consider finding someone else."

Perhaps due to his past misfortunes, Cho Chang would avoid Harry whenever he saw him. Even when Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were in class together, he would hide in the corner furthest away from Harry, making it virtually impossible for the two to ever get together.

To be fair, Dali thinks Pansy or Daphne would be quite good. Although the former's face is slightly sunken, she is still a beauty overall. The latter is not only good-looking, but also has a well-developed figure. Choosing her would at least not mistreat the child.

"We need to hurry, there aren't many people left," Ron nodded in agreement.

"You still have the nerve to talk about other people's romanticism?" Draco rolled his eyes at him. "With Harry's reputation, finding a dance partner would be a piece of cake for him. You're the one who's most worrying, and you're not even a little bit anxious?"

Ron glared at him defiantly: "You didn't manage to invite a dance partner either, did you?"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Rorschach. I found a suitable dance partner a week ago."

Ron became curious upon hearing this.

"Who?"

"Astoria Greengrass, a year younger than us, is a very lovely girl."

When Draco mentioned Astoria, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

"And one more thing, Neville has also found his dance partner, Miss Luna Lovegood, who recently joined the Discipline Group."

"Oh, I knew it! They were always acting all secretive together."

Ron was completely oblivious to the fact that he was gossiping, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Draco glared at the oblivious Mr. Ronald (Ron's full name) with a hint of exasperation.

"Even Crabbe and Goyle found dance partners yesterday."

"!!!"

At this moment, Ron finally reacted, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. He quickly grabbed Draco's shoulder, and just when Draco thought he had finally figured out that he wanted to find a dance partner, he heard Ron say something malicious.

"Tell me quickly, are they two chubby girls who have their eyes on them? Does Hogwarts even have witches that big?"

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It's hopeless, I'm tired, whatever.

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Nighttime, near the Forbidden Forest.

"Harry, Dursley, you have learned a lot of Dark Arts from me during this time, and you are already able to freely control the Fiendfyre spell."

From the day they learned the Fiendfire Spell, the two of them frequently came to Moody for extra lessons.

Logically speaking, it would take a normal wizard three to five years to master Fiendfire. However, the two of them not only did it in half a year, but also almost exhausted Moody's stored magical knowledge.

Dudley's learning speed is simply unbelievable, especially. While Harry's progress is still visible to the naked eye, Dudley's current level is beyond even Moody's comprehension. Especially after learning the result of Dudley's first match, Moody unconsciously developed a slight sense of apprehension towards Dudley.

"I have nothing more to teach you," Moody said, taking another swig from the flask at his waist. "The rest of the time, if you digest that knowledge properly, you can become an excellent Auror."

Moody was also a little frustrated. Much of the knowledge he was teaching was something he had learned from that person with great effort, and now it was being taught to the two of them so easily, which made him feel somewhat unbalanced.

The main problem is that guy named Dursley. He asks so many tricky questions, and he always gets to the heart of the matter. He seems determined to get to the bottom of things.

However, knowing something is one thing, but mastering it completely is another. I have only come to understand much of this knowledge now.

"Professor Moody, do you really have nothing more to teach us?"

Dali suddenly spoke, seemingly wanting to confirm that Moody wasn't lying to him. In fact, he was looking at Moody with a strange gaze, as if something else was hidden behind it.

Harry, who had grown up with Dudley and knew him very well, realized that this tone and expression were the prelude to Dudley's plan to harm someone.

He neither asked nor spoke, choosing to remain silent.

"Yes, you have all learned the spells I know."

Moody didn't notice the strange looks; he just wanted to end the lesson as soon as possible and was slightly impatient with Dudley's repeated confirmations.

"You should even write down the incantations of the three most unforgivable curses."

"I have nothing more to teach you."

Moody spoke like a master teacher who imparts all knowledge to his apprentice.

"No, no, no, you have one last thing you can teach us."

Dali looked at Moody slowly and said.

"What?"

"Real combat."

(End of this chapter)