Chapter 171 Dance partner

Kewen's style in the face of the dragon was so convincing that it completely overwhelmed the performance of other players.

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

Apart from the boys from the Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, even the girls from Beauxbatons began to wink at him frequently.

Not to mention the Hogwarts students.

The boys are okay, except for the frequent love letters from "individual groups", others are just pure worship.

And girls are more dangerous.

Ecstasy, aphrodisiac, sex medicine...

Whenever there are girls around while eating, then the food on Kewen's plate will inevitably change its smell unknowingly.

Fortunately, Kewen's nose is more sensitive, which has allowed him to avoid many personal crises.

In addition, professors have become more enthusiastic about Kewen.

Professor McGonagall was greatly improved by Kewen. After all, Kewen used almost all high-end transformation spells on the day of the competition.

Therefore, Professor McGonagall seemed to have been taken on by Snape recently, losing his previous justice, and always finding various excuses to give Cowen extra points.

The other professors seemed to be stimulated by Professor McGonagall.

Professor Flitwick often came to see Kewen, and suggested that Kewen use more spells in the second game, not just use Transfiguration spells.

Professor Sprout even lent Kewen a tome book, which is full of detailed introductions of various advanced herbs, the meaning is self-evident.

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

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 cool air against his neck.

But often he quickly turned his head to look at Snape, but he could only see the other side's innocent look.

Damn, wizard intuition cultivated and improved by Professor Snape...

...

On this day, Kewen received a summons from Dumbledore again outside of teaching hours.

In the principal's office,

Cowan said hello as usual and took a seat in the chair Dumbledore had brought for him.

"Good boy, thank you for your perfect performance in the first game." Dumbledore didn't 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 continued wonderful performance in the future." Dumbledore encouraged kindly, and then began to talk about the business: "I recently found some clues that can confirm your previous conjecture."

Kewen lifted his spirits and immediately asked, "What is it?"

"In the castle, someone is secretly making a 'compound decoction'." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he immediately asked, "Have you made one recently?"

Cowen shook his head.

Seeing this, Dumbledore nodded and said, "Some materials were lost in Severus' private storage room, African tree snake bark, lacewing..."

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

"That's right." Dumbledore continued: "Also, the ghosts have also reacted to me. Recently, the sewers of the college often have the smell of 'compound decoction'."

"So..." Kewen asked, "Are you able to confirm the authenticity of Professor Moody?"

"Not yet." Dumbledore shook his head in disappointment: "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 the truth. It's fake."

Kewen asked, "Then you called me here, are you going to ask me to do something?"

"No, of course I won't let you take risks." Dumbledore waved his hand, and then explained: "Just because I have confirmed your guess, so I called you here to ask you, and There are no other ideas."

Kewen thought for a while, then shook his head and said apologetically, "Sorry sir, I have no other ideas."

"Is that so..." Dumbledore was slightly disappointed, and nodded slowly to show his understanding.

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

"Of course." Ke Wen nodded: "Please speak."

"I hope that in the third game, you can carry a 'port key' with you." Dumbledore said: "In case Harry is in danger, I think you can bring him back safely as soon as possible."

"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 before agreeing, "Just do what you want."

"Ok sir."

As Kewen responded, he kept this matter in mind.

After chatting for a while, Ke Wen left and left the principal's office.

...

The days were when Kewen was extremely vigilant, and he passed by while guarding the girls around him every day.

A month passed quickly, and Christmas was just around the corner.

Few students choose to go home for Christmas this year, because whenever the "Triwizard Tournament" is held, another traditional event, the Christmas ball, is bound to be held.

Most of the people are looking forward to this dance, hoping that through this dance, their "spring" will appear.

In order to hold this dance, each branch dean also specially held a temporary dance training course.

Training class at Gryffindor House.

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

The tradition of this dance will be explained first, and then the focus of this dance will be explained, which 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 of the students couldn't dance yet, which meant that they had to study now.

Professor McGonagall suppressed the noise in the room, and then said with some fascination: "Okay guys, little girls, dancing is not as complicated as you think."

Turning to the girl, Professor McGonagall said with a sigh of relief, "Every girl in your heart is a swan sleeping, eager to burst into passion and fly high."

"And you guys." Professor McGonagall looked at the boy again and continued: "Hidden in your hearts is a lion that is eager to try."

Speaking of which, Professor McGonagall said jokingly: "There is no need to hide yourselves, I believe that each of you is longing for a passionate and moving dance. Facing your female partner, you will definitely want to hug She, pull her in, lift her up, and turn around together."

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

"what?"

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

"No no no! It's nothing!" Kewen was shocked and shook his head quickly.

Not caring, Professor McGonagall simply summoned: "Just right, come over to Kewen."

Amid the laughter of the surrounding classmates, Kewen was pushed out of the crowd by the people beside him, so he had to step forward to the center of the open space.

"Can you dance?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"What dance?" Kewen asked.

"Waltz, can you?"

Nodding, Kewen responded, "Of course."

"Very good." Professor McGonagall nodded with a smile, and then said to the students: "Let's see the demo that I and Kewen gave you first, Mr. Filch, please play music."

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

The music sounded, and Professor Kewen and Professor McGonagall began to dance to the music, taking steps, changing hands, and spinning.

Not long after the dance ended, Professor McGonagall and Kewen separated, clapped their hands and greeted everyone, "Okay, now all the boys and girls stand up, choose your partner, and start practicing."

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

On the other side of the boys, they were very disrespectful, and they all started to load quails in their own way, avoiding sight.

Rabbits don't eat grass on the edge of the nest, and for the Gryffindor girls in the field, all the boys show no temptation.

But in the end, a traitor appeared, and the little fat Neville stood up abruptly, lowered his head and walked quickly to the center of the arena.

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

...

The next day, breakfast time.

Just as Kewen entered the auditorium, Penello, who had a 'long-awaited' gesture, walked over immediately.

"how?"

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

"What do you think?" Penello looked up and glanced at Cowen.

"Oh! Understood." Kewen thought of what was going on as soon as he turned his mind, so he stopped, turned to face Penello and smiled: "Then, Miss Clovert, am I fortunate enough to invite you as my dance partner..."

"no!"

The cry suddenly sounded from the side, and the white-haired loli appeared out of nowhere, pinched her waist and said to Kewen, "Me!"

"What are you?" Kewen asked hilariously and knowingly.

"Your dance partner can only be me! Otherwise, what am I going to do!?" Spirit shouted like a little tigress, with a look of food protection.

"Hahaha!"

Kewen couldn't help laughing out loud, then raised his hand and gestured over Spilett's head, and gestured at his height of nearly 1.8 meters.

Then, he smiled and said, "You only got to my chest, so how can we cooperate? If we form a dance partner, wouldn't I have to bend over or keep your toes on your toes?"

"This, that..." Spilett was speechless for a while.

Seeing this, Penello smiled like a winner: "My dear Rita, lend me Kewen for one night."

"You... hum!" Spirit pouted, turned around and left, while murmuring, "You are all bad guys! Ignore you!"

"Ha ha……"

Kewen couldn't help laughing again...