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Chapter 442 Professor McGonagall's Dance Lessons Begin
Chapter 442 Professor McGonagall's Dance Lessons Begin
"What's the professor doing today?"
"Why did the professor bring us here?"
"Are we going to fight the people from Hogwarts?"
Listening to the voices of the Durmstrang students around her, Loira wished she could cast a spell to shut them all up. You are supposed to be proud Durmstrang students, shouldn't you be speaking with nothing but disdainful sneers and mocking snorts?
For example, Professor Snape—how come you've all become such chatterboxes these days—I was just taking you to the Great Hall to learn a dance, and you all react like this.
Loila gritted her teeth, took out her silver mask from her bosom, put it on, and then slowly turned her head and said, "Quiet down—shut your mouths."
Seeing the students quiet down immediately, Loila raised an eyebrow behind her mask. This one is indeed the most useful!
She seems to have gotten used to wearing the mask and becoming that cold, aloof persona—though it doesn't quite resemble her, more like Miss Shiloh, but for some reason, she finds it rather easy.
Could it be that I am actually a cold and powerful being in secret?
Loila was daydreaming again—imagining herself as a super-powerful, aloof, black-haired wizard who graduated from Beauxbatons and immediately started working at the Ministry of Magic.
"Good morning, Professor Hamilton." As Loila led Durmstrang's students into the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall, who was standing at the door, was the first to speak.
She nodded gently to the students following behind Loila, then looked at Loila as if she had realized something: "Professor Hamilton, what are you doing—"
"Work—work requires it." Facing Professor McGonagall, Loira couldn't maintain her composure. She said somewhat awkwardly and quickly took off her mask.
So this is what it's like to act aloof in front of people you know—this weird thing?
"—" McGonagall paused for a few seconds, then nodded slightly and said to the students behind Loira, "Could all the gentlemen and ladies of Durmstrang please disperse?"
"————" Durmstrang's students stood still, showing no intention of moving.
Seeing this, Loila had no choice but to purse her lips and turn her head, saying, "Didn't you all hear what Professor McGonagall said?"
Her voice wasn't loud, but it unexpectedly got the students moving.
"Professor Hamilton—it seems you've done a very good job." McGonagall looked at Loila with satisfaction in her eyes.
Don't look at me with that "you've grown up" expression — Loila awkwardly poked her hand, then whispered, "It's just — it's just a coincidence."
Who knows what's wrong with these Durmstrang students—they just love being bossed around like that.
Seeing that Durmstrang's students had dispersed, McGonagall nodded slightly and then walked to the side door of the auditorium.
"Clatter".
The side door of the Great Hall was opened, and a large group of Hogwarts students walked in.
As soon as they appeared, Durmstrang students immediately began chattering amongst themselves; it was clear they still disliked the Hogwarts students.
But as Loila swept her hand over to them, they immediately fell silent.
The students of Hogwarts were quite surprised by this strange sight.
None of the students who came to the dance training this time were from Gryffindor, presumably Professor McGonagall did so to avoid a direct conflict — well — that's a good thing.
Seeing the Hogwarts students stand in place, McGonagall coughed and said, "The gentlemen and ladies present today are either those who have chosen their partners for the Christmas Ball, or those who are preparing to attend the Ball, right?"
"In that case—everyone can check if their dance partner is here. If they are, please form a group—if not—" McGonagall paused and said, "perhaps you can form your own groups."
I shouldn't need to team up, right?
Loila stood among Durmstrang's students, watching them clamor and search for their teammates, and nodded.
"I wonder if Professor Hamilton has a dance partner." Among Durmstrang's students, there were naturally many discussing this topic, with a few girls whispering, "If not, maybe we could give it a try."
"Keep your voice down!" A girl looked at Siegfried not far away and lowered her voice, "Don't let Miss Ansbach hear you. She doesn't seem to like Professor Hamilton—"
"Oh, I'm so sorry!"
"————" Siegfried, who heard all of this, did not show the disgust they expected, but instead, surprisingly, blushed furiously.
She blushed and lowered her head, then occasionally glanced cautiously at Loila not far away.
What was she thinking that day—what was she thinking—her face turned even redder when she thought about what happened that day.
A sudden hug to himself—and then—and then with his fingers—Siegfried suddenly felt his legs go weak.
No, no—that's definitely her scheme—that despicable person—that vile person—
When she saw Loila's gaze sweep over her, she immediately lowered her head, not daring to look at Loila.
What's wrong with Miss Ansbach? — Noticing something odd about her, Loila pursed her lips.
Could it be that she knows the truth about Karkaroff?
In that case, she should know that she actually—Loila sighed softly at this thought—forget it, it's better not to get involved with the Ansbach family—after all, they don't like her, do they?
Just then, it seemed that the students had almost finished forming teams, and Professor McGonagall gently clapped her hands to signal them to quiet down.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, now that everyone has formed teams, let's officially begin the dance instruction."
"First of all, everyone needs to understand what the first priority of dance is." Professor McGonagall said, jumping around in place and making a perfect arc.
"The first priority is definitely not elegance—it's cooperation," she said slowly. "You need to cooperate well with your partner."
"The better your coordination, the more unforgettable your dance will be," she said, bowing slightly.
"Does everyone understand what I mean?"
"It doesn't seem like it will work" — Loila pursed her lips as she looked at the students with their complicated expressions.
Perhaps Professor McGonagall needs to give a demonstration?
Just like a curse or a magic circle?
As Loira was thinking this, she suddenly heard Professor McGonagall's voice: "Professor Hamilton, would you please cooperate with me?"
"Huh?" Loila shuddered and looked at Professor McGonagall. "But I—"
"There must be a reason why Headmaster Dumbledore sent you here, right?" Professor McGonagall nodded slightly and said, "I heard you are very good at dancing."
From which parallel universe did you hear that?!