Hogwarts Shippuden

After a day of hilarity, the students at Hogwarts were a little lethargic when they went to class the next day.

Professor McGonagall looked at the students who were swaying under the podium, and lost the mind of lecturing.

In this case, she continued to speak, and most of the students were in the left ear and out the right ear.

There are only three people in the classroom who have the energy to listen to the class, and the rest are Hermione and Hannah...

Uh, no, it should be said that there are only two left.

Kyle didn't come to class at all, and he was stopped by Dumbledore after he finished breakfast in the Great Hall this morning.

Now I don't know where I ran to, maybe still in Lao Deng's office.

Professor McGonagall did not dare to speak, nor to ask.

As for the other two students, whether they are spells or transfiguration, their level is much higher than that of the students at the same level, and the content of the course she is teaching now is not helpful to these two.

Unless she now changes to the seventh grade. exam content.

Professor McGonagall simply stopped talking.

She tapped on the table, "I have a few words to tell everyone."

The drowsy students raised their heads hard.

"Although Christmas is still a month away, I think you should prepare early."

Hearing the word "Christmas", the sleepy students in the audience seemed to have triggered some mechanism and suddenly woke up.

"There is a tradition at the Triwizard Tournament, which is the Christmas Ball, and it's a great opportunity for us to mingle with foreign guests."

Christmas ball!

Looking at the fiery red-haired figure in front of him, Lavender Brown let out a harsh smirk.

Parvati Patil stabbed her hard, motioning her to stop daydreaming and come back to her senses sooner, but the muscles in her own face were tensing hard, because she was trying desperately not to talk to Lavender. The same smirk.

"The Christmas ball will be held at eight o'clock on Christmas night in the auditorium and will end at twelve midnight. It will only be open to students in the fourth grade and above, but if you wish, you can invite a junior student."

Harry and Ron, the tacit good friends, fell into fantasy almost at the same time.

One is Zhang Qiu, and the other is Furong.

If Kyle was here instead, after he used Legilimency to read the minds of the two...

Uh, actually, without Legilimency, he could even use his toes to figure out what the two were thinking.

After all, Harry's pursuit of Zhang Qiu, and Ron's love at first sight for Furong, a mixed-race veela, are already well known in the circle of friends of the worried fathers.

Oh, by the way, Ron can't say love at first sight to Furong. To be precise, what he likes is people's faces, greedy bodies, and scumbags!

Professor McGonagall's words immediately caused an uproar in the classroom.

"Quiet!" Professor McGonagall's voice increased ten decibels, "Gryffindor House has won the general respect of the wizarding world for ten centuries!

Her tone was rather stern, "I won't let you tarnish the name of the academy overnight by acting like a bunch of baboons going about their business."

Looking at the time, Professor McGonagall found that there was still about half an hour before the end of get out of class.

Anyway, she had already given up lecturing, so she simply let the students relax.

"In every girl there is a swan fluttering, and every boy has a lion ready to hunt."

She motioned for the students to get up, then drew out her wand, and moved all the desks in the classroom to the position against the wall, freeing up a large space.

Later, she found a gramophone out of nowhere, and played a melodious dance music in the classroom.

"Potter, and Weasley, you two, please come forward." Professor McGonagall directly called the names of the two people.

The two, who were in various fantasies about their dream lover, woke up immediately.

"Traditionally, the dance is performed by warriors and their partners."

Professor McGonagall's icy gaze peered through the square lenses at these two incompetent fellows.

"So, my requirements for you are also the strictest."

Both Harry and Ron felt their guts twist and shrink.

The original question of how to invite the goddess in the dream was instantly forgotten by them, and replaced by another question—

They who can't dance, what should they do to not be embarrassed at the party?

Professor McGonagall ignored the extremely uncomfortable expressions on their faces, and said to herself, "I know you can't dance, so you have to practice harder during this time."

"But...Professor," Harry said weakly, "Dancing is a matter of two people. Where can we find a partner?"

"That's your business, Potter," said Professor McGonagall in an unquestioning tone. "If you really can't find someone to accompany you, you can also pair up with Mr. Weasley."

When a few rotten girls in the classroom heard what Professor McGonagall said, their eyes lit up.

A good lesson in transfiguration turned into a dance class.

…

On the eighth floor of the castle, the principal's office.

Snape rolled up his sleeves, revealing a dark, tattoo-like mark.

"I have already tested Karkaroff's attitude, and he is obviously very afraid of the return of the Dark Mark."

Dumbledore sat behind his desk, thinking silently, "Are you sure he won't have any impact on our plans?"

"He still doesn't know that the Dark Lord has returned," Snape put down his sleeves. "He is still in a state of hesitation about returning to his status as a Death Eater."

Standing next to the bird rack behind the door, Kyle, who was feeding the Scottish Longtail turkey with dragon meat, suddenly turned around, "How is Voldemort now?"

"With the help of Lucius, he has now acquired a new body, but it is as fragile as a four- or five-year-old child."

Snape didn't take it seriously, and didn't take the current Voldemort very seriously. "In his current state, there is no threat to us at all."

"But we can't take it lightly, Severus," Dumbledore said. "We have to make sure that the plan is under our control. After all, Harry's life is at stake."

At the mention of Harry, the atmosphere in the room suddenly turned gloomy.

Kyle scratched Fox's chin, "By the way... If Voldemort wants to return in a perfect posture, then he must not be able to circumvent the material of his father's bone, right?"

Both Snape and Dumbledore looked at Kyle.

"He shouldn't have sent someone to fetch his father's bones yet?" Kyle said his thoughts, "Can we add something to Old Tom's ashes?"

Hearing the little devil's words, both Snape and Dumbledore were silent.

I really have you, worthy of being the third-generation Meguro Demon King.

"Professor Snape," Kyle paused, "do you know where Voldemort's father is buried?"

Before Snape could speak, Dumbledore responded, "Little Hangleton, the Riddle family cemetery."

Kyle glanced at his father in surprise. I didn't expect that you always look like an honest person with big eyebrows and big eyes, and you even know the location of Voldemort's ancestral grave.

I can see through you, Daddy Albus.

"Professor," Kyle held out his hand towards Snape, "do you have any cool potions in there?"

Snape shook his head, "No, but I can go back to match now."

It is true that he is a master of potions, but he is not a poison master. Who is idle and has nothing to do with things like poison.

It is only the little devil who is full of bad water that will reserve it anytime, anywhere.

"Forget it, don't bother you," Kyle suddenly remembered an excellent place, "Dad, I'll borrow Fox from you."

Dumbledore nodded towards the big red turkey beside Kyle, motioning for it to follow Kyle.

"Fox, UU reading www.uukanshu.com let's go! Target, seaside cave!"

Hearing Kyle mentioning the seaside cave, Dumbledore instantly understood what Kyle was going to do.

Tsk tsk, using Voldemort's potion against Voldemort, this is really...

Nice job!

A flash of fire flashed, and the figures of Kyle and Fox disappeared in the principal's office.

Looking at the little sparks left in the air, both Dumbledore and Snape sighed faintly, and then looked at each other silently, knowing that.

They are all fortunate that this future third-generation Dark Lord, at least in the matter of dealing with Voldemort, is in the same camp as them.

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