Librarian at Hogwarts

Ignat watched Bascida's every dance move carefully.

Then he started imitating.

The first step in learning is imitation, which is critical.

But it's a pity that Igno didn't even take this step of imitation very smoothly.

Either his hands and feet were dancing wildly, or his head couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

The scariest thing was probably that he almost stepped on his back foot with his front foot.

Bascida glanced out of the corner of her eye and sighed in her heart, this was really a dance disaster scene.

Fortunately, Basilda was patient and capable enough to guide, and even though Igno's hands and feet were uncoordinated, he finally mastered some basic dance moves with his repeated practice.

And just when Basilda was about to teach the first stage of dance moves, Neil came back.

He looked exhausted and shouted at the top of his lungs as soon as he came in.

"Igno, today is such a painful day!"

"I spent an entire afternoon on the Quidditch pitch memorizing knowledge about the game."

"I feel like I'm almost turning into a Golden Snitch inside my own head."

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed Ignat who was learning to dance.

"Wait, wait... What are you doing? Igno? You are actually learning to dance!"

Neil opened his mouth wide enough to swallow a suckling pig.

He knew that dancing was what Ignat was not good at. After all, he had been drunk several times, and he could tell at a glance from the rhythm of Ignat's hands and feet.

"This is a really great challenge."

Neil stood aside. He watched Ignat learn to dance with great interest, and would comment on it from time to time.

"Butt...butt...you have to raise your butt when you do this move."

"Yes, look at my movements."

While talking, Neil also started teaching Igno.

This is a rare opportunity to 'guide' Igno, and of course Neil must seize it actively.

This time.

Ignoco was in chaos.

While he was watching Bathida's dance, he heard Neil's constant comments in his ears.

Igno felt as if there were two elves fighting with each other in his mind. For a moment, he didn't even know which hand or foot to use.

"OK OK!"

"I feel like having someone say it in my ear is enough."

Igno obviously realized that Neil must have come to cause trouble on purpose. In fact, Neil suppressed a bad smile on his face and could tell that his trick had been accomplished.

"I'd better continue to follow your actions, Basilda."

Ignat felt that he had found the basic feeling by following Basilda. If he persisted a little longer, he might be able to learn the basic movements.

"If you make trouble around here again, I'll hang you from the ceiling."

Igno turned his head and threatened Neil.

Neil shrank his head, and then hurriedly entered Igno's box. He wanted to pour a glass of tequila to calm his shock.

Ignat continued to learn to dance.

At this moment, he felt that he had mastered some basic postures.

Bascida also praised Igno's progress.

In Bascida's view, Igno's ability to make his limbs more fluid is already a great improvement.

And at this time.

There was movement in the box.

"Oh, Newt! I know you! You must not know me. I'm Neil, Neil Prewett."

"Yes, Ignat is learning to dance up there."

"Let's go and have a look. You must not miss this wonderful performance."

The sound in the box just died.

Neil and Newt walked out of the box, and Newt had two Nifflers standing on his shoulders, and in his hands was the Bowtruckle.

"Merlin's beard!"

Igno exclaimed.

This made him nervous.

So many people and animals watched Igno dance alone. This was something he had never experienced before.

Bascida thought it was a good opportunity.

"Dancing in front of people is just a way to overcome your inner fears."

She held her head high and spoke generously.

Then she pivoted and began to demonstrate the next stage of her dance moves.

"Mr. Igno, just practice. We will stand aside and won't disturb you."

Newt said, then he stood obediently in the corner.

The two Nifflers jumped on the bed curiously. They seemed to be curious about why Ignat twisted his body so weirdly.

Bascida still seemed a little reluctant to let go of Igno.

It was really difficult for him, as if he was performing a solo dance in the auditorium.

Bathcida had an idea and waved her wand to make the china and brooms in the room make sounds.

Under her control, these ordinary daily objects seem to transform into record players, emitting soothing music.

“Everyone can dance together.”

Basilda said excitedly.

She took the initiative to hold Igno's hand first. After all, she was responsible for teaching Igno how to dance ballroom, and dancing under the influence of music was the easiest thing to learn.

Ignat has not yet learned the following movements, but this does not prevent him and Basilda from dancing.

Yes, when Bastida steps forward, he steps back.

Even people with uncoordinated limbs should be able to do these basic dance moves.

The music is ringing.

This soothing music makes it easy for people to dance unconsciously.

Newt danced first, encouraged by Basilda.

Although Newt is usually shy and introverted, his dance moves are very smooth.

The footsteps hit the floor, each step fitting perfectly with the music.

Neil was certainly not to be outdone.

He saw the three of them dancing. He put the goblet with tequila in his hand on the table, and then started dancing to his heart's content.

Sniff and Bowtruckle, these little guys are not idle either.

Of course, the two Sniffs came together as a pair. They imitated Ignat and Basilda and danced briskly.

Although the Bowtruckle is single, this does not affect its enthusiasm for dancing.

Its branches stretched out longly and then hugged itself, as if there was another Bowtruckle.

Then, it also danced, indulging in its own dance steps.

It was a really happy night.

Everyone in the room was dancing so hard that they broke into a slight sweat.

Neil took advantage of the situation and took out all the remaining drinks from Igno.

This is Ignat's treasure.

The four of them all shared a glass, and when they were about to toast, there was a knock on the door.

It's Dumbledore!

He had a huge smile on his face.

"I heard your movements from a long way away... I thought today is a rare night."

"I brought a bottle of white wine and I wanted to share it with you."

"Oh, by the way, there is another person here that I would like to introduce to you, although I think some of you have already met him."

"Yes, Professor Minerva McGonagall!"