Rubik’s Cube of Heavens Chapter 171: Partner

Cowen's style of dealing with the dragon was so convincing that it completely overwhelmed the performance of the other players.

So, in the days that followed, he naturally became the focus of the entire castle.

In addition to the boys from the 'Durmstrong School of Witchcraft and Wizardry', even the girls from 'Beauxbatons' began to wink at him frequently.

Not to mention the students at Hogwarts.

The boys are okay, except for the frequent love letters from 'individual crowds', the others are just pure adoration.

And the girls are more dangerous.

Love pills, aphrodisiacs, sexual pills...

As long as there are girls around while eating, then the food on Kewen's plate will inevitably change its smell unknowingly.

Fortunately, Kewen's nose is more sensitive, which has allowed him to avoid many personal crises.

Also, professors have become more enthusiastic about Kewen.

Professor McGonagall was given a big boost by Kewen, who used almost all high-end transformation spells on the day of the competition.

As a result, Professor McGonagall seems to have been abused by Snape recently, losing his previous impartiality and always finding various excuses to give Kewen extra points.

The other professors seem to be stimulated by Professor McGonagall.

Professor Flitwick comes to Kewen from time to time, and suggests that Kewen use more spells in the second game, not just use Transfiguration spells.

Professor Sprout even lent Kewen a tome book, which is full of detailed introductions to various advanced herbal medicines. The meaning is self-evident.

As for Snape, he couldn't help but remind himself.

But whenever he and Kewen are in the same scene, Kewen will always have an illusion.

He always had the illusion that Snape was standing right behind him, blowing cool air against his neck constantly.

But often he turned his head quickly to look at Snape, only to see the other person's appearance of nothing.

This damn, wizard intuition developed and improved by Professor Snape...

……

On this day, Kewen once again received a summons from Dumbledore outside of teaching hours.

In the headmaster's office, Cowen greeted him as usual and took a seat in the chair Dumbledore had summoned for him.

"Good boy, thank you for your perfect performance in the first game." Dumbledore didn't say anything serious, but first praised: "Your performance has made our Hogwarts prestige appear huge. Elevate."

"That's what I should do," Cowen responded politely.

"I look forward to your continued wonderful performance in the future." Dumbledore gave a kind encouragement, and then began to say business: "I recently found some clues that can confirm your previous conjecture."

Kewen lifted his spirits and immediately asked, "What is it?"

"In the castle, someone is secretly making 'Potion of Compound'." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he immediately asked, "Have you made any recently?"

Cowen shook his head.

Seeing this, Dumbledore nodded and said, "Some materials are missing in Severus' private storage room, African tree snake bark, lacewing..."

"This is the material for making the 'compound decoction'." Ke Wen nodded.

"That's right." Dumbledore continued: "Also, the ghosts have also reacted to me. Recently, the sewers of the college often have the smell of 'compound decoction'."

"So..." Kewen asked, "Are you able to determine the authenticity of Professor Moody?"

"Not yet." Dumbledore shook his head in disappointment: "I can only confirm that his 'alchemy eye' is real, so I have almost no good way to observe him, so I can't talk about it. What distinguishes the true from the false."

Kewen asked: "Then you asked me to come, are you going to ask me to do something?"

"No, of course I won't let you take any risk." Dumbledore waved his hand, then explained: "It's just because I've confirmed your guess, so I called you here to ask you a question. , any other ideas."

Cowen thought for a while, then shook his head and said apologetically, "Sorry sir, I have no other ideas."

"Is that so..." Dumbledore was slightly disappointed, and nodded slowly to show his understanding.

After a moment of silence, Dumbledore said, "Then, can I ask you one thing?"

"Of course." Kewen nodded: "Please tell me."

"I hope that in the third match, you can carry a 'port key' with you." Dumbledore said: "In case Harry is in danger, I think you can take him to safety as soon as possible. Come back."

"There is no problem with this." Kewen happily agreed: "During the game, I will make the 'door key' in advance, and set the return position on the field?"

"Okay." Dumbledore thought for a moment before agreeing, "Just do what you want."

"Ok sir."

Cowen responded, taking the matter to heart.

After chatting for a while, Kewen said goodbye and left the principal's office.

……

The days were when Kewen was extremely vigilant, and he passed by while being wary of the girls around him every day.

A month passes quickly and Christmas is just around the corner.

Few students choose to go home for Christmas this year, because whenever the "Triwizard Tournament" is held, another traditional event, the Christmas ball, is bound to be held.

Most people are looking forward to this dance, hoping that through this dance, their 'spring' will appear.

In order to hold this dance party, each branch dean also specially held a temporary dance training course.

In a training session at Gryffindor House.

Professor McGonagall walked slowly in the middle of the open space, explaining to the boys and girls who were separated on the left and right sides of the room.

The tradition of the ball is explained first, and then the focus of the ball is the ballroom dancing between men and women.

As soon as these words came out, there was a wailing sound in the room, because most of the students couldn't dance yet, which meant that they had to study now.

Professor McGonagall suppressed the noise in the room, and then said with some fascination: "Okay guys, girls, dancing is not as complicated as you think."

Looking at the girls, Professor McGonagall said with a sigh of relief: "Every girl in your heart is sleeping with a swan, eager to burst into passion and fly high."

"And you guys." Professor McGonagall looked at the boy again and continued: "Hidden in your hearts is a lion that is eager to try."

Speaking of this, Professor McGonagall joked: "There is no need to hide yourselves, I believe that each of you is longing for a passionate and moving dance. Facing your female partners, you will definitely think He hugged her, pulled her in, lifted her up, and spun around together."

Hearing this, Kewen, who was sitting in the group of boys, couldn't help but subconsciously whispered: "Biao Lianhua!"

"What?"

The room was already quiet, so Professor McGonagall heard it.

"No no no! It's nothing!" Kewen was shocked and shook his head quickly.

I didn't care, Professor McGonagall simply summoned: "Just in time, come over to Kewen."

Amid the laughter of the surrounding classmates, Kewen was pushed out of the crowd by the people beside him, so he had to step forward to the center of the open space.

"Can you dance?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"What dance?" Cowan asked.

"Waltz, okay?"

Nodding, Kewen responded: "Of course."

"Very good." Professor McGonagall nodded with a smile, and then said to the students, "Let's see the demonstration I and Kewen gave you first, Mr. Filch, please play music."

Felch, who was guarding the record player in the distance, heard the words and hurriedly played the film.

The music sounded, and Professor Kewen and McGonagall began to dance to the music, taking steps, changing hands, and spinning.

Not long after the song and dance ended, Professor McGonagall and Kewen separated, clapped their hands and greeted everyone: "Okay, now all boys and girls stand up, choose your partner, and start practicing."

The girls were very active here, and at the same time got up and stepped into the center of the arena.

On the other side of the boys, they don't give face very much, and they start to put quails in their own way, avoiding the sight.

Rabbits don't eat grass on the edge of the nest, and none of the boys showed any temptation to the Gryffindor girls on the field.

However, in the end, a traitor appeared. The little fat Neville stood up abruptly, lowered his head and walked quickly to the center of the arena.

As a result, under the urging of Professor McGonagall, the boys had to stand up reluctantly and dawdled into the venue...

……

The next day, breakfast time.

As soon as Kewen entered the auditorium, Penello, who had a 'long-awaited' gesture, immediately walked over quickly.

"What?"

As he walked towards the dining table, Cowen turned to Penello, who was following him.

"What do you think?" Penello looked up and glanced at Cowen.

"Oh! Understood." Kewen thought of what was going on as soon as he turned his mind, so he stopped, turned to face Penello and smiled: "Then Miss Cleivat, am I fortunate enough to invite you, As my dance partner..."

"No!"

The cry suddenly sounded from the side, and the white-haired loli appeared out of nowhere, pinched her waist and said to Kewen: "Me!"

“What are you?” Kewen asked hilariously and knowingly~IndoMTL.com~ Your dance partner can only be me! Otherwise what shall I do! ? "Spellite shouted like a little tigress, with a look of protecting her food.

"Hahaha!"

Kewen couldn't help laughing out loud, and then raised his hand above Sbilite's head and gestured at his height of nearly 1.8 meters.

Afterwards, he smiled and said, "You only got to my chest, so how can we cooperate? If we form a dance partner, wouldn't I have to bend over or keep your toes on your toes?"

"This, that..." Spilett was at a loss for words.

Seeing this, Penello smiled like a winner: "My dear Rita, lend me Kewen for one night."

"You... hum!" Spilett pouted, turned around and left, muttering at the same time: "You are all bad guys! Ignore you!"

"Haha..."

Kewen can't help laughing again...