Chapter 171: Dancing partner

Cowen's style when facing the giant dragon was too convincing and completely suppressed the performance of other players.

Therefore, in the following days, he naturally became the focus of the entire castle.

Except for the boys from ‘Dermstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry’, even the girls from ‘Busbarton’ began to wink at him frequently.

Not to mention the students at Hogwarts.

The boys are okay. Except for the frequent love letters from ‘individual groups’, the others are just pure worship.

The girls have become more dangerous.

Ecstasy, aphrodisiac, sexual intercourse...

As long as there are girls around when eating, then the food on the Kewen plate will inevitably change its smell unknowingly.

Fortunately, Cowen's nose is more sensitive, which allows him to avoid many personal crises.

In addition, the professors have become more enthusiastic about Kewen.

Professor McGonagall was greatly saved by Cowen. After all, Cowen used almost all high-end transformation spells on the day of the game.

Therefore, Professor McGonagall seems to have been taken up by Snape recently, losing his previous justice, and always looking for all kinds of excuses to give Cowen extra points.

The other professors seemed to be stimulated by Professor McGonagall.

Professor Flitwick often came to Cowen and suggested that Cowen should use more spells in the second game instead of just using metamorphosis spells.

Professor Sprout even lent Kewen a large book, which is full of detailed introductions of various high-level herbs, which is self-evident.

As for Snape, he couldn't wipe his face to remind him.

But whenever he and Kewen are in the same scene, then Kewen will always have an illusion.

He always had the illusion that Snape was standing behind him and was blowing cold breath against his neck.

But often he turned his head quickly to look at Snape, but he could only see the other person's appearance of nothingness.

This damn, wizarding intuition that was cultivated and improved by Professor Snape...

...

On this day, Kewen again received a call from Dumbledore outside of school hours.

In the principal's office, Cowen greeted him as usual and took a seat in the chair Dumbledore had called for him.

"Good boy, thank you for your perfect performance in the first game." Dumbledore did not say anything serious, but first praised: "Your performance has greatly improved the reputation of our Hogwarts."

"This is what I should do." Kewen responded politely.

"I look forward to your next wonderful performance." Dumbledore kindly encouraged, and then began to talk about business: "Your previous guess, I recently found some clues that can be confirmed."

Kewen raised the spirit and immediately asked: "What is it?"

"In the castle, someone is secretly making a'complex soup.'" Dumbledore said, and immediately asked: "Have you made it recently?"

Corvin shook his head.

When Dumbledore saw this, he nodded and said: "Some materials are missing in Severus's private storage room, African tree snake skin, green lacewing..."

"This is the material for making'compound decoction'." Kewen nodded.

"That's right." Dumbledore continued: "Also, the ghosts have also reacted to me. Recently, the sewers of the academy often smell of ‘complex soup’."

"So..." Kewen asked, "Can you be sure that Professor Moody's is true or not?"

"Not yet." Dumbledore shook his head disappointedly: "I can only confirm that his'alchemy eye' is real, so I have almost no good way to observe him, so I can't tell you what to tell the truth. It's fake."

Kewen asked: "Then you called me, are you going to let me do something?"

"No, of course I won't let you take the risk." Dumbledore waved his hand, and then explained: "It's just because I have confirmed your guess, so I called you over to ask you, and No other ideas."

Kewen thought for a while, then shook his head, and said apologetically: "Sorry, sir, I don't have any other thoughts."

"So..." Dumbledore was a little disappointed, and slowly nodded for understanding.

After a moment of silence, Dumbledore said, "Then, can I ask you something?"

"Of course." Kewen nodded: "Please tell me."

"I hope that in the third event, you can carry a'door key' with you." Dumbledore said: "In case Harry is in danger, I think you can bring him back safely in the first time."

"There is no problem with this." Kewen happily agreed: "During the game, I will make the ‘door key’ in advance, and set the return position in the arena?"

"Okay." Dumbledore thought for a moment, then agreed: "Just do what you want."

"Good sir."

As Kewen responded, he kept the matter in mind.

After chatting for a while, Kewen said goodbye and left the principal's office.

...

The days were when Kewen was extremely vigilant, and passed by in the daily guard against the girls around him.

One month soon passed, and Christmas was coming.

Few students choose to go home during the holiday this year, because whenever the ‘Triwizard Tournament’ is held, it will inevitably be accompanied by another traditional project-a Christmas ball.

Most people have great expectations for this dance, and hope that through this dance, they can make their "spring" appear.

In order to hold this dance party, the branch deans also specially organized temporary dance training courses.

In a training class at Gryffindor College.

Professor McGonagall walked slowly in the center of the open space, explaining to the boys and girls who were separated from the left and right sides of the room.

First explain the tradition of this dance, and then talk about the focus of this dance, that is the ballroom dance between men and women.

As soon as these words came out, there was a wailing sound in the room, because most students still don't know how to dance, which means they have to learn now.

Professor McGonagall opened the mouth to suppress the noise in the room, and then said with some fascination: "Well, boys, girls, dancing is not as complicated as you think."

Turning to the girl, Professor McGonagall smiled a little and said: "Each of you has a swan sleeping in your heart, eager to burst out with passion and fly high."

"And you guys." Professor McGonagall looked at the boys again and continued: "What you hide in your heart is a lion eager to try."

Speaking of this, Professor McGonagall said jokingly: "There is no need to hide yourself. I believe that each of you is longing for a passionate and moving ball. In the face of your female partner, you will definitely want to hold your arms. She, pull in her, lift her up, and move around together."

Hearing this, Kewen, who was sitting in the group of boys, couldn't help but subconsciously whispered: "Lianhua!"

"what?"

The room was already quiet, so Professor McGonagall heard it.

"No, no! Nothing!" Kewen regained his senses and shook his head quickly.

Without paying attention, Professor McGonagall simply summoned: "Just so, come to Kewen."

In the laughter of the surrounding students, Kewen was pushed out of the crowd by the people beside him, and had to step forward to the center of the clearing.

"Can you dance?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"What dance?" Kewen asked.

"Waltz, can you?"

Nodding, Kewen responded: "Of course."

"Very good." Professor McGonagall smiled and nodded, and then said to the students: "Look at the demo given to you by Cowen and I, Mr. Filch, please play the music."

Filch, who was guarding the record player in the distance, heard the words and quickly played the film.

With the sound of music, Professor Kewen and Professor McGonagall began to dance together with the music, moving steps, changing hands, and spinning.

Before long, a piece of music and dance ended. After Professor McGonagall and Kewen separated, they clapped their hands and greeted everyone: "Well, now all boys and girls stand up, choose your partner, and start practicing."

The girls were very active here, and at the same time they got up and stepped into the center of the venue.

On the other side of the boys, they didn't give much face, and they started to pretend to be quail in their own way, avoiding sight.

Rabbits don't eat grass on the edge of the nest. For the Gryffindor girls in the field, none of the boys showed any fascination.

But in the end, a traitor appeared, and the little fat boy Neville stood up abruptly and walked quickly to the center of the field with his head down.

As a result, under the urging of Professor McGonagall, the boys had to stand up reluctantly and slowly entered the venue...

...

The next day, breakfast time.

As soon as Cowen stepped into the auditorium, Penello, who had been waiting for a long time, walked over immediately.

"how?"

As he walked to the dining table, Cowen turned his head and asked Penello, who was following him.

"What do you mean?" Penello raised his head and glanced at Cowen.

"Oh! I understand." As soon as Cowen thought of what was going on, he stopped and turned to face Penello with a smile: "Then Miss Krivat, am I fortunate to be able to invite you as my Dance partner..."

"no!"

The cry suddenly sounded from the side, and Lolita Baimao didn't know when she came out, pinching her waist and saying to Kewen: "Me!"

"What are you?" Kewen asked funnyly and knowingly~www.wuxiaspot.com~Your dancing partner can only be me! Otherwise what should I do! ? "Spirit exclaimed like a little tigress, pretending to be a food guard."

"Hahaha!"

Cowen couldn't help laughing, and then raised his hand to make a gesture on the top of Splitter's head, and then made another gesture that he was nearly 1.8 meters tall.

Then he smiled and said, "You just got to my chest. How do we cooperate? If we form a dance partner, wouldn't I have to bend over all the way, or do you have toes all the way?"

"This, that..." Splitter was speechless.

Seeing this, Penello smiled like a victor: "Hey, Litt, lend me Cowen for one night."

"You...huh!" Sbilit pouted, turned and left, while muttering, "You are all bad guys! Ignore you!"

"Ha ha……"

Kewen couldn't help laughing again...