Chapter 374 Christmas Dance, Inviting Dance Partners

Shenming Temple.

Aaron put the golden egg on the upper left corner of the storage rack, "I'll leave this thing to you for now."

"Do your best!" The thought body said indifferently, "You showed off in public today, what do you think?"

"My feeling is that there should not be a next time." Aaron said depressedly, "I have been hiding well in the past three years, but today I exposed three abilities in less than an hour, Dragon Language, Illusion Magic, and Dragon Slaying Magic."

"And the physical fitness and fighting skills far exceed those of ordinary people."

"Okay, four of them were exposed."

"This is all possible. We have planned within the scope of tolerance. "

"I know, I am worried about the remaining two projects.

If it is not done well, the rest cannot be concealed."

"There is no way, all we can do is to fight against the enemy and cover the water with earth." The thought body said very bluntly, and then changed the subject, "And as long as I am not exposed, everything is worth it.

A fourteen-year-old junior magician and a fourteen-year-old junior great magician are two completely different concepts. The former is amazing, and the latter is daunting."

Hearing this, Aaron curled his lips and then opened the task panel.

[Participate in the Triwizard Tournament;

Complete the task to reward 2000 magic points, no penalty for task failure, accepted (1/3 completed)]

[Win the Triwizard Tournament;

Complete the task to reward 1000 magic points, no penalty for task failure, accepted]

The rewards are not small, but they are not enough for him now.

Not to mention becoming the God of Magic, there is still a long way to go before he can become a Saint Magician.

But Aaron didn't complain. At the level of Grand Mage, if he wanted to improve his strength, he would have to work ten or even dozens of times harder than before.

Compared to others, he was already a cheat. Dumbledore would have cried with envy if he knew.

......

After the first competition, everything seemed to be back on track.

Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang all started classes as usual.

The five warriors were not in a hurry to crack the clues to the golden egg. After all, there were still a few months before the second competition, and they had plenty of time to waste.

The weather in December was even colder, but the dozen or so blasting-tailed skrewts in the Care of Magical Creatures class were completely unnoticed.

They were now nearly two meters long, with their tails constantly exploding and spewing fire, and with their disgusting thorns and suckers, they were veritable monsters.

Hagrid made the students work hard to stuff them into the box in class, and many of them had burns and scratches on their bodies.

"I really don't understand why he is our professor of Care of Magical Creatures." Draco said with an indignant look on his face.

"Malfoy, you have to respect Professor Hagrid..." Harry said.

"Don't be ridiculous." Draco pulled open his sleeves, revealing a red scar on his arm, "Your shoulder is also injured, right?

The fact is, this class is more dangerous than the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Compared to Hagrid, I suddenly think our Professor Mad-Eye is much cuter."

"Okay, both of you." Aaron was a little tired and made a round, "Say less!"

"Okay." Draco said reluctantly, "But I really think he is not worthy of being a teacher."

"In fact, Hagrid knows a lot about magical animals, but blasting-tailed skrewts don't seem to be within his scope of understanding."

Crabbe and Goyle walked over from a box. Their robes were cut by more than a dozen holes, and a few shallow bloodstains were oozing blood, looking particularly embarrassed.

"Tsk! It seems that I really need to mention it to my dad." Draco frowned and said, "Even if we can't change the professor of Care of Magical Creatures, we have to change a magical creature, otherwise we will be killed by him sooner or later."

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

In the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall walked down from the podium after assigning homework.

"I have a few words to say to everyone. The Christmas Ball is coming.

This is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to interact with foreign guests.

The ball is only open to students above the fourth grade, but you can invite a junior student if you wish.

The time is from 8 to 12 o'clock on Christmas evening. At that time, change into your dress robes and gather in the hall."

"Professor." Aaron raised his right hand and asked, "Can I not participate?"

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, then said with a straight face: "Of course not.

Not only must you participate, but you must also show the demeanor of Hogwarts. After all, we are the host school."

"What if someone can't dance?"

"Come to me to learn, the location is set in the Transfiguration classroom.

There is still more than half a month, I promise to teach you. "Professor McGonagall said righteously, "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has been respected for thousands of years, and I will never allow you to tarnish its reputation overnight."

Aaron curled his lips, thinking that Professor McGonagall was making a fuss.

It sounds ridiculous that a reputation of thousands of years would be affected because someone can't dance.

At this time, the bell rang, and the students stuffed their books into their backpacks, and there was a commotion in the classroom.

"Potter, Gaius, you two stay for a while." Professor McGonagall said loudly, "I have something to tell you."

The two looked at each other and sat back in their seats tacitly.

After everyone left, Professor McGonagall walked between the two, "According to the previous tradition, the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament start the dance, so you have to have your own partner."

"What?" Aaron opened his mouth in surprise, "Isn't this tradition a bit too much?"

"What partner? "Harry asked in confusion.

"Partner, partner for the Christmas dance." Aaron said unnaturally, "You have lived with your Muggle relatives for more than ten years, so you should know this, right?"

Harry's eyes were dull, and he shuddered when he thought of his uncle and aunt's performance at those banquets.

"Professor, I don't..."

"No." Professor McGonagall interrupted him firmly, as if she knew what he was going to say, "The warrior is the representative of the school and the face of Hogwarts, so you can't refuse."

"Professor, I'm sorry to ask.

If there is something wrong at home, or if I don't spend the Christmas holiday at school, can I... not go?"

"It's a smart idea, but unfortunately, I can't." Professor McGonagall said meaningfully, "Miss Klein knows about the Christmas dance, and she asked me to tell you that you must attend."

"She's too nosy! "Aaron said unhappily, "Don't say she's just my cousin, even if she's my parents..."

"This is what your parents meant."

Hou Lixie!

Aaron felt like millions of horses galloping through his heart.

"I see, I'll join."

"Very good." Professor McGonagall nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Harry, "Potter, do you have any questions?"

"No, no more."

"Then I hope you can find a partner as soon as possible."

The two walked out of the classroom, sighing at the same time, feeling depressed that they had to attend the Christmas dance.

"Forgive me!" Harry smiled bitterly, "Finding a partner to dance is even harder than Shufeng."

"Take care of yourself!" Aaron patted Harry on the shoulder, "I'll give you a piece of advice for the sake of our common suffering, find a partner quickly, if you're late, it will be left over by others."

"Not only do you have to find a partner, you also have to know how to dance.

Can you dance? "

Aaron raised his right hand, revealing a barely perceptible gap between his index finger and thumb, "I know a little bit."

Harry's eyes twitched slightly, and he asked himself if he knew Aaron well enough.

A little bit, that's a billion bits, right!

......

The next day, Hogwarts was filled with a lively atmosphere.

Many people were excited about the upcoming dance, and the girls were even more passionate. They could be seen in groups of three or five discussing the Christmas party almost everywhere.

The five warriors of the Triwizard Tournament naturally became popular, and people would come to invite them to be dance partners from time to time.

What did the other warriors do? Aaron didn't know that he had rejected the invitations of three girls in the morning, but when he thought that the fourth and fifth girls would invite him, he felt a headache.

No, we have to act quickly!

If we continue like this, it will be sooner or later that we will be annoyed to death.

After hesitating for a long time, Aaron picked up Abe and walked towards the library.

As expected, a group of girls surrounded Krum and chattered, as if discussing who he would choose as a dance partner.

Not far away, Hermione was reading quietly alone.

"I knew you were here." Aaron put Abe on the desk, then looked at Hermione opposite and asked directly: "Miss Granger, are you willing to be my dance partner?"

"Ah?"

Hermione's face flushed, and her heart beat up.

After being stunned for a while, she blushed and turned her eyes to the book.

"I agree."

"That's good. "Aaron reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief, "This is the first time I ask a girl to dance, luckily you didn't refuse, otherwise I would be embarrassed."

"Why did you choose me?"

"You are the girl I know best among all the girls in Hogwarts, who else can I choose if not you?" Aaron said very bluntly.

"Just this reason?" Hermione's eyes twitched slightly, and a complicated look flashed in her eyes.

"Not entirely." Aaron scratched his head, "First, you are the most reliable person I know, which can save a lot of trouble, and second, you are very beautiful..."

"Wait." Hermione interrupted hurriedly, "I am very beautiful? Do you really think so?"

Aaron was stunned for a moment, and looked at the girl in front of him carefully, and couldn't help but sneered: "How unconfident are you?"

Hermione smiled embarrassedly, "It seems that I have to dress up well on the day of the ball."