Chapter 182

Generally speaking, young people always go to dances with their favorite boys and girls. Of course, for today's special Christmas dance, many junior students will also look for dance partners for "being able to participate".

But don't forget that since ancient times, prom has been a social etiquette activity in a broad sense. There are many reasons for holding a ball, and the reasons for choosing a partner are different.

Today, Maka did something that surprised all the little wizards, but in the eyes of those elders, it turned into a warm picture.

Well, it's probably, maybe, maybe - it's still a little visual impact.

At this moment, the walls of the auditorium are covered with glittering silver frost, the ceiling is a starry night sky, and there are hundreds of wreaths made of mistletoe twigs and ivy.

The four college tables in the middle disappeared and were replaced by a hundred small tables lit with lanterns, with more than ten people sitting at each table.

However, Maka did not squint. He ignored all the stunned and inexplicable sights thrown at him. He walked smoothly with his dance partner past the warriors who were stunned at the door and calmly walked to the center of the auditorium.

"Is that... Am I wrong?" Harry looked at Pavati next to him in near horror, and couldn't help turning his eyes back to Marca and his partner again.

Hermione standing beside Krum made no secret of the shock in her heart. She even loosened her arms around Krum's arms.

Even Snape, who was standing next to the guest of honor, stared wide, and his movements were frozen.

For a time, the original lively auditorium became audible.

"Cough - Severus."

Dumbledore gave a dry cough and reminded Snape.

"Cough, um..." snape pulled at the corners of his mouth, then cleared his throat and said, "warriors enter!"

Harry, they finally recovered. They lined up with their partners and went in two by two. They filed in and walked towards the chair where the jury sat.

Until now, the people in the auditorium remembered that it was time to applaud.

The warriors came to the front of the guest table. Dumbledore stood up. He just smiled and couldn't see much expression on his face.

On both sides of Dumbledore, Professor Orson looked like a toothache; Mrs. Maxim looked carefully at Marca's special partner.

Only Ludo bagman is the same.

He is wearing a purple robe with big yellow stars on it tonight. At the moment, he was slapping hard and looked quite excited.

It is worth mentioning that the three warriors, as well as their respective dance partners, did not dare to stand side by side with Maka. After all, his dancing partner brought too much deterrent to other warriors

"Is this right, McLean?" a serious and calm voice came from Marca's ear, as if completely unmoved by the strange eyes around her.

"I think it's good..." Maka said calmly, "Professor McGonagall."

Yes, that's right! Maka's unexpected partner is Professor Mileva McGonagall, the vice president of Hogwarts, the dean of Gryffindor college and the deformation teacher who makes students respect and fear on weekdays!

Today, our beloved Professor McGonagall is wearing an ordinary red plaid robe with an ugly thistle wreath on the brim of her hat, as she usually looks straight ahead.

"Please take your seats. You won't have the strength to dance until after dinner!" Dumbledore stretched out his hand and sat back in his chair first.

Only now did Harry notice that Mr. crouch didn't come today. In the fifth seat at the table sat Percy Weasley.

The warriors and their partners went to the table. Percy opened an empty chair next to him and turned his eyes from Professor McGonagall to Harry. Harry understood what he meant and sat down next to Percy.

Professor Marca and Professor McGonagall sat next to Mrs. Maxim on the other side.

There was no food on the shiny golden plate, but everyone had a small menu in front of them. Most of the little wizards picked up their menus and looked around - there were obviously no waiters here.

Dumbledore looked at his menu carefully, then looked at his plate and said very clearly, "pork chop!"

The pork chop immediately appeared on his plate. The little wizards immediately realized it, followed suit and ordered their favorite food on the plate.

Then they took the food as a life-saving straw and ate it.

Maka's dance partners are so shocking that they haven't completely calmed down yet!

"Mr. McLean, you said you had something to tell me..." Professor McGonagall calmly ordered the food. Then he picked up his knife and fork and cut it gracefully. "Can you talk now?"

As Professor McGonagall spoke, Marca was still looking at the menu in her hand. When he heard Professor McGonagall's question, he shook his head slightly.

"In fact, there's no big deal..." he said casually, "as I said at the Halloween Party - no matter which school I belong to now, I can't erase the time I spent in Hogwarts. My precious friends are still my friends; and the teacher who initiated magic for me must always be my teacher..."

"Professor McGonagall, I think... There's nothing wrong with inviting my deformation teacher to dance with me?"

Professor McGonagall's eyes flickered, and she nodded seriously.

"I'm very happy that you can think so, McLean. I don't know what you're planning, but I have to remind you - at least I'm always on the side of Hogwarts. I don't want us to point our wands at each other one day. That will be the most painful thing I can encounter... Can you understand?"

Although Professor McGonagall's tone was not very strong, the persistence contained in it made Harry and them slowly stop their knives and forks.

"Professor McGonagall, Marca, he... Oh!" Harry had just opened his mouth when Hermione, sitting not far from him, kicked him under the table.

He hurriedly bent down and covered the head-on bone of his lower leg, showing his teeth in pain.

"Of course, I can understand that feeling -" Marca nodded calmly to Harry and continued to Professor McGonagall. "I don't mean to oppose Hogwarts, at most..."

He looked at Dumbledore and said, "at most, I just want Professor Dumbledore to explain to me, for the original thing."

Dumbledore looked at Marca intensely, but did not speak.

"Steak," said Marca, putting the menu aside and picking up the knife and fork.

At this time, Professor McGonagall also looked at Dumbledore - she had asked many times, but Dumbledore never gave a clear answer.

She now looked at Dumbledore for a moment, and after all, her eyes returned to the plate in front of her.

"Is it OK to say these things?" asked Professor McGonagall. "Why do you have to do it today? Someone is waiting for you. I'm sure you should know, McLean?"

When Hermione heard this, although her expression didn't change, her right hand trembled suddenly, and the knife in her hand crunched on the plate.

But Maka didn't seem to notice it at all. He smoothly put a small piece of steak into his mouth. The fresh and juicy beef melted in the mouth. He couldn't help narrowing his eyes.

When the beef slipped into his stomach, he answered Professor McGonagall's question.

"Seriously, we are still young and have a lot of time to finish what we can't do now - we can miss, regret, think and try to recover, which is the advantage of youth," he said. "But - maybe it's impolite, but as wizards, we shouldn't avoid --"

"I mean... Professor McGonagall, you are no longer young. As one of your students, if I can't recover your impression of me now... Who can expect the future?"

Speaking of this, Maka suddenly squeezed out a smile. He said playfully: "what's more, in those days, you were a talented girl that made the whole Hogwarts proud! You not only became the prefect and the president of the girls' Student Union, but also won the top grade of" excellent "in the whole subject in o.w.ls and n.e.w.ts; as for" deformation today " "The most potential Newcomer Award", not to mention - "

"I can't find another suitable partner like you - can't I?"

Professor McGonagall blinked awkwardly. She didn't expect that Marca knew so well and told her everything in public.

"This old thing... And mention what it does..." Professor McGonagall could not help but face his old face, and complained in a low voice.

Maka's call made the atmosphere on the table much more lively. The little wizards whispered with their companions, and Mrs. maxim, sitting on the other side of Maka, began to talk to him.

Krum looked happy because Hermione finally spoke to him - they haven't talked a word since the beginning!

"Ah, we also have a castle. I don't think it's as big as here and it's not as comfortable as here," he said to Hermione, "Our has only four floors and can only be lit when magic is applied. But our venue is more spacious than here - but the days are very short in winter and we can't play on the venue. In summer, we fly around outside every day, over the lake and over the mountains -"

He said, suddenly paused, and then glanced at Maka.

"But there are fewer people flying around recently, because McLean always takes a group of people to carry stones in the open space outside the castle..."