They still had to learn the vanishing spell, but the animal that needed to be transformed was changed to a hamster.

Although it was just a change of animal, the difficulty increased more than a little. For two whole classes, most people's progress remained unchanged.

This situation had never happened before, because in recent times, students were very anxious every time they had a Transfiguration class. Everyone was afraid to see Professor McGonagall's disappointed face again.

This time is no exception.

After a class, the classroom was filled with all kinds of crackling explosions. Everyone wanted to finish the task quickly, and their mood inevitably became more and more impatient. These explosions were caused by incorrect casting of spells.

Some people were so nervous that they even blew the table into pieces.

"Everyone stop for a moment..."

Professor McGonagall used her wand to fix the broken table and said loudly: "You are too impatient. This will make it more difficult to master the Vanishing Charm. Try to calm yourself down...

"Well, maybe there's some news that can ease your frayed nerves."

Everyone looked at her.

"The Yule Ball is coming up soon," said Professor McGonagall. "It's a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament, and a great opportunity for us to socialize with our foreign guests."

Sure enough, as soon as Professor McGonagall finished speaking, a burst of chattering discussions immediately broke out in the classroom.

Several Gryffindor girls had just cried out of anxiety, but now they were gathered together, whispering something and laughing. Occasionally, they would turn around and look at Kyle intentionally or unintentionally.

Professor McGonagall ignored them and continued, "The dance is only open to students in the fourth grade and above, but if you want, you can also choose a dance partner from a lower grade...

“It’s 8pm on Christmas night in the auditorium.

"Remember to put on your formal robes when the time comes. This is a rare opportunity for us to... um... let our hair down and relax."

There was more laughter around.

Fortunately, at this time, the bell for the end of get out of class rang. Everyone quickly packed up their things and left the classroom impatiently, as if they wanted to announce the good news to more people.

But Kyle was left behind.

"According to tradition, the Triwizard Ball is to be opened by the champions and their partners..." Professor McGonagall said, "Do you understand what I mean?"

"Of course, Professor." Kyle looked out the door...Kanna was holding two books, leaning on the railing waiting for him.

Professor McGonagall naturally saw it, and she couldn't help but chuckled, "Okay, it's good that you know, but I still want to remind you that you have to practice your dancing skills more in the near future.

"As the opening of the dance party, there are a lot of people watching you. If you dance messily, you will definitely be laughed at by others."

The expression on Kyle's face suddenly became interesting.

Now here comes the question…

The only dance he knew how to perform was the unique dance used by moonbeasts when they were courting a mate, which Newt had taught him when he was ten years old.

Oh, and he can do it with the Erumpent, too.

But this is useless. There is a high probability that there will be no music suitable for these two dances at the Triwizard Tournament Ball.

And there was no way Dumbledore would agree to him taking a moonbeast as a dance partner.

Looking at his expression, Professor McGonagall seemed to have thought of something and asked tentatively, "You can't dance?"

Kyle nodded stiffly.

Professor McGonagall was a little incredulous, "Has your father...Chris never taken you to a dance?"

The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures has to deal with foreign wizards quite often. When those foreign wizards come here, Chris, as the deputy director, will inevitably have to attend some welcome balls and cocktail parties.

"Um...I've never participated in one," Kyle said.

Chris would try to avoid parties and only show up and eat at the buffet when he really couldn't avoid them.

As for Kyle himself, he didn't want to go either. If he had that time, he might as well watch the salamanders fight in Newt's box.

"Oh..." Professor McGonagall rubbed her forehead.

As a warrior responsible for the opening but unable to dance, this was a terrible disaster both for Kyle himself and for Hogwarts.

Fortunately, she asked one more question today.

"You can put your future classes aside for now."

Professor McGonagall said in an unquestionable tone: "It is only a week away from Christmas. During this time you must learn to dance... It doesn't matter even if you only know one song.

"Well, tomorrow is the weekend. I will open a dance club in the auditorium at 10 a.m., so remember to come... No, you must come."

After saying that, Professor McGonagall hurriedly left the classroom, apparently going to the eighth floor to find Headmaster Dumbledore.

Kyle smacked his lips and followed him out of the classroom.

"Why does Professor McGonagall look so anxious?" Kanna came over and asked curiously, "What did you say?"

"It's a very serious challenge." Kyle sighed, "It's much more terrifying than facing two dragons alone."

"Ah?" Kanna became even more curious.

"Never mind, nothing." Kyle shook his head. "By the way, can I invite you to the Christmas dance? You know, the Warriors need to start with their partners, and I need your help.

Otherwise, I will probably have to dance with the Moon Beast... Professor Dumbledore will obviously not agree with me doing this."

Kanna instantly forgot her previous doubts. She looked at Kyle and turned her head slightly to the side.

"You're the only one who would want to dance with Moonmon... But, well... since you said so, I'm happy to be your dance partner."

“That’s great,” Kyle said with a smile.

Then the two of them went downstairs together and walked towards the common room.

Meanwhile, in the underground classroom.

Snape, who was brewing potion, suddenly had a trembling hand and threw a whole bottle of armadillo bile into the crucible.

The originally bright blue potion instantly turned into a dark purple color, and bubbles began to come out.

"Oh, damn!" Snape waved his wand, clearing away the potion and the crucible together, and then he subconsciously thought of Sirius Black.

Although Blake is not here, it is right to put the blame on him.

Ever since the other party came to Hogwarts, it can be said that he has been against him in every way... He would deduct points from Gryffindor students, and Black would deduct them back from Slytherin students, and the reasons he used were almost exactly the same.

He had been to Dumbledore many times over the past few days about this matter and even suffered from insomnia.

It must be because he didn't get enough rest just now, otherwise, how could he, a potion master, make such a low-level mistake.

Dumbledore was really old and confused, he actually agreed to let a fool be a professor.

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(End of this chapter)