Chapter 177 Who Is Whose Dance Partner?

The clues on Charlotte had just begun, but they were already broken. But it is absolutely impossible for Maca to bypass his senior sister and go directly to the Werther family.

That kind of behavior is tantamount to asking for trouble.

Judging from the information he obtained at the dance at McMillan's house, the Werther family is probably a family bloodline left by an ancient wizard. And all the things that have a relationship with ancient wizards are not simple.

Fortunately, although Maca speculated that the people who Voldemort made were covered with black energy, it is very likely that they are related to the magic book of the Werther family; "Ritual" is related, but this is nothing more than a backup method.

Even if he couldn't get the book, it didn't mean that his plan would be hindered, and he had to continue doing what he had to do.

After a series of complicated tests, Maca finally decided: he will abandon the current wand form, start research from scratch, and try to restore the long staff that was very popular in ancient times.

To be honest, that thing is actually not as convenient as the current short wand. It is not good for concealed casting, and it is difficult to use it to "draw" rule runes. It is a very uneconomical big guy.

But it also has many advantages, and its biggest feature is that the "upper limit of magic power output" is very high.

It can be said that this is a very powerful killer that is very difficult to control, but it is used well.

How about saying that the combat effectiveness of wizards in ancient times was generally astonishingly high, but the number was much smaller than now? The poor applicability of spellcasting tools is definitely a big problem.

At that time, it was the real "Wand chooses the wizard", and the current so-called "Wand chooses the wizard", I am afraid it is just a legend handed down from ancient times.

"After thinking about it this way, I feel more and more wanting to borrow Dumbledore's Elder Wand to study it..." In the cabin of Durmstrang's ship, Maca propped his chin thoughtfully, "Elderberry and Thestral tail feathers... Logically speaking, they shouldn't provide the holder with such a powerful output of magic power..."

"In the Three Hallows of the Dead, the Resurrection Stone should be a product of alchemy that works on the soul of the holder; the invisibility cloak is just an ordinary magic item that even Moody's magic eye can see through; only the Elder Wand , is really worth seeing..."

However, just when Maca was going to continue to immerse himself in his research, he got a very delayed news from Professor Orson

"You should know about the Christmas ball. This is a traditional program of the Triwizard Tournament. We, Durmstrang, have to take this opportunity to show our performance." Orson said to Maca with a bitter face, "Yes, this is Kaka Love told me before leaving, and he also said, you will understand..."

Maca frowned and thought about it, and suddenly wanted to slap herself. Who told him to be okay, and casually encouraged Karkaroff to run the school with all his heart?

Look, the retribution came much faster than imagined!

"...That's right, it's like this...Professor Karkaroff is right," he said blankly, "I will invite a decent dance partner."

In fact, even if Karkaroff didn't mention it, it would be difficult for him to get away alone. According to tradition, the dancers must be the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament. This time, at best, there will be an extra pair of dancers.

"It couldn't be better...well, that's right! The dance is only open to students in the fourth grade and above, but the senior students can send invitations to the younger students...The time is eight o'clock on Christmas night until twelve Click to end."

Maca waved his hand and said, "Understood, I will remember."

...

Compared to Maca's reluctance, at this time in Hogwarts,

Hermione and Harry are facing great psychological challenges.

"...Listen!" Professor McGonagall looked at the class calmly. "The Yule Ball will definitely give us a chance to let our hair down and relax."

She spoke in a disapproving tone.

A few students below seemed to want to laugh, and they covered their mouths with their hands hard to keep their voices from coming out.

Yes, that's right! Professor McGonagall's hair was always pulled into a tight bun, and she never seemed to let it loose. When she said that sentence, it would always make people laugh.

"But that doesn't mean," continued Professor McGonagall, "that we're going to relax our behavior requirements for Hogwarts students. I would be very saddened if a Gryffindor student disgraced the school in any way." .”

The bell rang for the end of get out of class. Everyone stuffed the books into their schoolbags as usual, and then threw the schoolbags over their shoulders. There was a panic in the classroom.

Professor McGonagall raised his voice and shouted in the noise: "Potter and Granger, please stay, I want to say a few words to you."

Seeing Professor McGonagall's serious face, he immediately began to habitually think whether he was in the way of the school rules again?

With that, he walked listlessly toward the podium.

And Hermione next to him was obviously much smarter, and her face turned red all of a sudden.

Professor McGonagall waited for the whole class to leave before looking at Harry and saying, "Potter, every warrior has his own partner."

"What partner?" Harry asked suspiciously, looking up suddenly from the confusion of his thoughts.

Professor McGonagall looked at him suspiciously, as if thinking he was joking.

"The mate you took to the Yule Ball, Potter," she said coldly, "your mate."

As soon as Harry heard it, he suddenly felt as if his internal organs were twisted and shrunk together.

"Dance partner?" He felt his blushing, "No, no dancing...I don't dance..."

"Oh, you have to dance, of course, Granger, and so do you," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "I'm just about to tell you that traditionally, dances are held by warriors and their partners."

Harry's mind suddenly pictured himself in a black top hat and tuxedo, and next to him was a girl in a frilly skirt, Aunt Petunia's from Uncle Vernon's company. The kind you wear to prom.

"I don't dance," he said.

"This is the traditional practice," said Professor McGonagall firmly. "You are a Hogwarts warrior, and you are currently number one! You must do what everyone expects. Therefore, you must find yourself a Partner, Potter."

"But I don't"

"You heard me, Potter!" Professor McGonagall finished speaking in an unquestionable tone, and turned directly to Hermione, ignoring the troubled Harry.

"Miss Granger, do you have any questions?"

When Professor McGonagall was talking to Harry, Hermione opened her mouth three times, but she couldn't get the words stuck in her throat every time.

"I mean...warrior..."

Hermione seemed to be talking, but her voice was so low that only she could hear it... No, I'm afraid even she might not be able to hear it.

"What?" Professor McGonagall frowned.

Maybe it was Professor McGonagall's oppressive eyes, or maybe it was other reasons, Hermione suddenly said this:

"Can a warrior invite another warrior?" she asked aloud, as if mustering her courage.

In the corridor, there was a big bat... No, a professor just passed by. He was attracted by Hermione's words and glanced casually into the classroom. Immediately, he raised his brows and stopped with great interest.

It was Snape, Harry saw it right away.

Professor McGonagall didn't notice, she just looked at Hermione in a little surprise, then shook her head.

"Unfortunately, there is no such precedent...but..."

Her words dimmed Hermione's eyes, but the "but" that followed immediately made her eyes shine again.

"...But," said Professor McGonagall, "this time Hogwarts has two warriors, I think, if you wish..."

"No, thank you for your answer."

A series of ups and downs made Hermione feel extremely lost at the moment,

At this moment, a smooth voice suddenly sounded at the door, and both Professor McGonagall and Hermione turned their heads away.

"It's just that there is no precedent. As far as I remember, the regulations and rules of the Triwizard Tournament did not mention that warriors are not allowed to invite each other at the Christmas ball."

Snape strode into the classroom, he glanced coldly at Harry, and then at Professor McGonagall.

"But, oh." Professor McGonagall's complexion became complicated, "Is it...McLean?"

There is no professor who does not feel sorry for Maca's departure.

While they were angry that Maca had fallen into darkness, none of them wanted to mention it, which shows the status of Maca, a "good student" in the hearts of the professors.

Sometimes, Professor McGonagall would also think: My current mood is probably similar to that of Dumbledore who watched Tom Riddle turn into Voldemort!

Before anger, there is more guilt and self-blame, as well as that sense of powerlessness at a loss.

Minerva McGonagall, a talented witch with all the qualities of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. She firmly believes that cowardice is a person's biggest flaw, and at the same time she admires rational thinking and a calm attitude towards things.

But even such a sharp-tongued and tenacious witch, the vice-headmaster of Hogwarts, has a softness in her heart.

"It's still not necessary..."

During the moment when Professor McGonagall was in a trance, Hermione surprisingly recovered her usual calmness and pride.

"I will find a suitable dance partner, Professor McGonagall..." she said, pursing her lips, and said softly, "And... thank you, Professor Snape."

Snape's whole face wrinkled from her thanks, he took a step back, but uncharacteristically, he didn't say anything sarcastic.

"It's all... what's wrong?" Harry stared blankly.