"Students, you should always make your studies your first priority......" Seeing Krum mention herself, Maca chimed in, "I just went to visit a few graduates, and they are all worried about their jobs!" Just because they didn't do as well as they could have done in their graduation exams. ”

He doesn't have any time to visit the graduates, but this kind of nonsense that seems realistic can always bluff people. This argument is even more true when there are several principals and professors sitting around.

On the other side, Hagrid sat at a faculty desk not far from here.

Today he put on the graceful black wizard's robe again, and was looking up at the guest of honor! It's just that there wasn't Maca to do his hair this time, and now they're back to their original form.

Harry saw Hagrid wave, and he turned his head to see Madame Maxime waving at Hagrid as well, her opal drink glittering in the candlelight.

Everyone chatted and ate at the same time, and soon everything was finished. At this point, Dumbledore stood up and told his classmates to stand up as well.

Then, with a wave of his wand, he whizzed some of the tables to the wall, leaving an open space in between. He conjured up a high stage, which was attached to the base of the right wall, on which lay a set of drums, guitars, a lute, a cello, and an organ.

At this time, the eccentric sisters poured onto the stage together, and the audience erupted in thunderous applause.

They all had very thick hair and wore black robes that had been deliberately torn to tatters. They picked up their instruments, and everyone looked at them with such interest that they almost forgot what they were going to do next.

Suddenly, the lanterns at the other tables went out, and several other warriors and their dance partners stood up.

A slow, sad tune began to play, and Maca offered her an invitation, but Professor McGonagall did not accept his invitation.

"McLean, since you still think of me as your Transfiguration professor, then I should do my duty as a professor—" Professor McGonagall gave a rare smile as she drew her wand and tapped the chair next to her.

Suddenly, the chair seemed to come to life, twisting and turning into a person identical to Professor McGonagall. It nodded slightly at Maca, then stood calmly in place.

"This is my personal final exam for you, if you can complete it...... Professor McGonagall looked at Maka and said, "at least I'll be happy." ”

Maca didn't expect Professor McGonagall to come out like this, and it was clear that she was asking Maca to use Transfiguration to dance with her!

As far as Transfiguration is concerned, Professor McGonagall is undoubtedly a contemporary master.

Since her appointment as a Hogwarts professor, she has been an advisor to Transfiguration Today, the leading Transfiguration journal, and often corrects articles in the journal in her spare time.

With a magic like Transfiguration, which focuses on the accumulation of knowledge, Maca asks herself that she is far from being comparable to Professor McGonagall.

For example, the "other Professor McGonagall" in front of her is also a big challenge for Maca.

Generally speaking, Transfiguration is a "preset" spell, and all of its practical applications should be prepared in advance.

This preparation includes a series of formulas for body changes, transformation formulas for materials science, precise and subtle magic control data, and a lot of adjustments and tests.

Therefore, the general Transfiguration exam is like making a Muggle science comprehensive paper, and it is a thick stack of weighty ones.

But Maca's situation was reversed: Professor McGonagall gave the answer, and he had to rely on that answer to reverse the problem-solving process, which was obviously more difficult.

Fortunately, when he studied the Animagus Transfiguration, he already had a good understanding of his body, and a lot of the data had been confirmed in many repeated calculations.

In this way, at least half of the on-site calculations and adjustments can be eliminated.

"Professor McGonagall, you're a little too much to think of me...... "Marca shrugged, then drew her wand and tapped another chair.

The chair also began to twist and deform, but it was apparently much slower than Professor McGonagall's.

When the back chair finally finished deforming, the "other McLean" opened his eyes and moved slightly jerkily under Maca's control.

The warriors had forgotten about the dance, as did the other young wizards, all of whom focused on the two lifelike masterpieces of Transfiguration standing between Maca and Professor McGonagall.

It is not very unusual to change a human form with Transfiguration, but it is very rare to become so delicate and the movements are even more coordinated and smooth.

It can be said that some of the Transfiguration knowledge contained in it is one of the key points in learning the Transfiguration of Animagus.

Seeing that Maca had completed this transfiguration so quickly, even with Professor McGonagall's strictness, she couldn't help but nod. This student is always like this, no matter what time of day, he can always surprise others.

Eventually, the dance party was opened by Maca and Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration: it was evident that Maca's conjured "self" was a little difficult to handle the delicate dance steps, but "Professor McGonagall" always managed to coordinate the past.

The two danced in the middle of the dance floor, and the delicate magical cooperation of a student and a teacher really opened the eyes of the students of all three schools.

It can be said that this is destined to be a unique and unforgettable Christmas ball.

Soon, under Dumbledore's leadership, many people also entered the dance floor, focusing on their own dance steps.

Right now, Dumbledore was waltzing with Lady Maxim! Compared to her, Dumbledore was a dwarf, and the top of his pointed hat was barely reaching her chin.

However, for such a large woman, her dance steps are really elegant enough.

On the other side, Mad-Eye Moody awkwardly dances a two-step dance with Astronomy Professor Sinista, who nervously dodges his wooden prosthetic legs.

It was evident that if he had been stabbed in the foot by that piece of wood, he would have to be helped to Madam Pomfrey for treatment.

The organ played its last trembling note, the Weird Sisters stopped playing, and Marca and Professor McGonagall let their respective "doubles" slide off the dance floor again, before the attached magic dissipated back into two chairs.

The auditorium erupted in applause again, for the sake of each of the warriors, and for the wonderful performances of Maca and Professor McGonagall.

When the applause had subsided, the Weird Sisters began to play a new tune, much faster than before.

"Let's get the next partner, McKellen......" Professor McGonagall scrutinized Makazai, as if she wanted to keep the student in front of her in mind.

She'd taught so many students, but she'd never met someone like Maca who spent all her time learning magic.

Whether the future is good or bad, he deserves to be remembered by everyone.

But Maca didn't mean to look for her next dance partner - he couldn't think of anyone else to invite, so he came up with this bad idea, didn't he?

"How?"

At a round table on the east side of the dance floor, Harry asked Ron as he sat down to open a bottle of Butterbeer.

Ron didn't answer, he just glared angrily at Hermione and Krum, who were dancing nearby. Next to him, Padma sat with her arms crossed and sat on her legs, one leg shaking to the beat of the music.

Every now and then, she rolled her eyes at Ron with a disgruntled gaze - Ron had completely left her out in the cold.

Parvati sat down on Harry's other side, crossed her arms and lifted her legs, and a few minutes later, a boy from Beauxbatons came over and asked her to dance.

"You don't mind, Harry?" Parvati said.

"What?" Harry mumbled. He's looking at Cho Chang and Cedric!

"Oh, nothing." Parvati simply said and left with the boys from Beauxbatons. After the song ended, she didn't come back either.

Hermione came, and she sat down in Parvati's vacated chair, her cheeks flushed slightly from the dance.

"Hello." Harry replied, but Ron remained silent.

"It's hot, isn't it?" Hermione fanned herself with the palm of her hand, "Victor went get a drink." ”

Ron gave her a complicated look.

"Wickdor?" He said, "Did he ask you to call him 'Waiki'?" ”

Hermione looked at him in surprise and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"If you don't know," Ron said harshly, "I don't want to tell you either. ”

Hermione looked at him inexplicably, then at Harry, who shrugged.

"Ron, how are you—"

“…… I wondered, what about Maca? What are you going to do? Ron didn't stare at Hermione, he just looked bitterly at Maca in the distance and asked Hermione in a low voice.

Hermione's mouth opened wide in surprise.

What's going on? Is Ron's mind known? He's fighting for Maca?

"Ron," Harry whispered, "I don't think it matters that Hermione and Krum are together—and besides, does it have anything to do with Maca?" ”

Ron didn't pay attention to Harry's stupid words, he just shook his head and didn't say anything more.

Maca is right, everyone will have a few secrets that belong only to them - certain things, he may not be able to say in his life. But he must not accept a sudden ending, and he cannot let his hard-earned compromise become a joke.

"Why don't you go to Waiki, he'll be worried if he can't find you." Ron said.

"I don't call him that! Not once! ”

Hermione, who had been silent, suddenly jumped to her feet, crossed the dance floor with red eyes, and disappeared into the crowd. Ron looked at her back, but his face was endlessly lost.