A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Snape waved his wand, and the potion table quickly pushed to the corner. He had no expression on his face and said coldly: "For a meaningless Triwizard Tournament, you have to sacrifice your precious Potions class. How ridiculous!"

He looked around at the Slytherin students, and his eyes paused on Theodore for a moment: "Instead of shaking your stupid hands and feet in the auditorium, it is better to calm down and study magic."

He raised the corners of his lips sarcastically and said, "At least, I won't be defeated by a book and hung from the ceiling."

"If any of you bypass the principal's age line and become a so-called warrior, I at least think the Yule Ball has some meaning." Snape turned to Roger again, who was staring at the cracks in the wall bricks in a daze.

"But as a Slytherin, I'm really disappointed that you respect school rules so much." He continued with a sarcastic tone, "In this case, wizards in the fourth year and above don't have to go home this Christmas."

"Ah?" Theodore suddenly exclaimed. He originally planned to rent a shop in Diagon Alley for Christmas.

Snape quickly walked up to him, his sharp nose almost poking his increasingly round head: "Theodore? It seems you have different opinions?"

"Dean, um... can you go home for Christmas?" Theodore asked bravely.

Snape did not answer immediately, but stared at Theodore with his deep eyes, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn. After a long time, he said quietly: "The Christmas Ball is certainly boring, but at least it is more interesting than the galleons you hide in your socks. If you miss it, you may regret it for the rest of your life."

Roger glanced at Snape furtively, wondering if the school would also hold a Yule Ball in his fourth year. Will his gloomy and lonely life be rewritten?

"No, Dean, I don't regret it!" Theodore replied confidently, with a very decisive tone.

"Is anyone else going home for Christmas?" Snape said noncommittally, scanning the dungeon.

Seeing that no one else raised any objections, he said calmly: "I hope your brains and limbs are coordinated."

After listening to the dean's ridicule, everyone looked at Snape eagerly, waiting for him to demonstrate a dance move live. Everyone wanted to know what the dean, who had always been unkempt and cold-faced, looked like when he danced.

"Hmph, are you thinking about the way I swing my arms and move my steps here?" Snape seemed to see through the students' thoughts, and announced on the spot without shame: "Hmph, don't be delusional! I can't dance."

The dungeon suddenly began to boil, filled with chatter and sighs of regret. Even Rogge looked at Snape with helpless eyes. Immediately, he thought of the dean's upbringing.

Snape's Muggle father always beat and scolded him, and his living conditions before entering school were also very embarrassing. When he arrived at Hogwarts, he was bullied and ridiculed by James and his group all year round. In that environment, magic became one of Snape's few sources of sustenance and solace.

How could a child with a gloomy childhood know how to sing? Not to mention those lingering dance activities. This kind of elegant and intimate physical contact was incompatible with him in every aspect.

"What should I do? Christmas is coming soon, and I have already found a dance partner, but..." Many students muttered in annoyance, with frustration written on their faces.

"Malfoy, can you dance?" Crabbe turned to Draco quickly, his eyes full of longing.

Draco raised his head and pointed his nostrils at the ceiling, pretending to be arrogant and showing off: "Of course, I started learning to dance when I was three years old."

"Wow, you are amazing!" Goyle exclaimed with envy. His eyes shone and he quickly asked Malfoy for help: "Can you teach me?"

"It's no problem to teach you..." Malfoy looked at Goyle's fat figure up and down, his face became a little embarrassed, "It's just that I'm worried that you won't be able to learn it with your body."

"Draco, my parents praise me for being a flexible fat guy!" Goyle patted his chest and sounded very proud.

Snape listened silently to the students' discussions, and finally turned his attention to Malfoy. Objectively speaking, Rogge's appearance and status in the academy are very suitable for teaching everyone how to dance.

However, Snape remembered that his childhood was spent in Azkaban. In that closed and repressive environment, dance is a free and elegant activity. It's so luxurious that it's unattainable. Even thinking about it can attract the attention of dementors.

"Malfoy, you come and teach us how to dance." Snape shouted to him, and then turned his attention to the girls aside.

Pansy pushed through the crowd and stood up without hesitation: "Dean, I can be his dance partner."

"Very well, Miss Parkinson. Five points to Slytherin for your initiative and courage." Snape immediately walked to the door and gave them the space to dance.

Hearing the extra points, the originally gloomy atmosphere of the dungeon instantly became lively. Although Dean Snape has always been harsh on words, he still loves everyone.

Malfoy and Parkinson have always been secretly in love with each other, even going so far as to mock Gryffindor. Unfortunately, Malfoy never dared to express his feelings, and the two of them were always separated by a layer of unpierced window paper.

Pansy had been looking forward to Malfoy asking her to be his dance partner, but he never asked. Now, she can finally dance with each other.

"Put your hands on my waist." Pansy's cheeks suddenly turned red. When her and Draco's hands touched each other, it felt as if an electric current was flowing through it, making the heart beat faster.

"Ahem..." Facing this secretly flirting young couple, Snape felt numb all over. He cleared his throat uncomfortably: "Remember to explain the dance steps." After that, he left without looking back. Your own dungeon classroom.

Malfoy was even shyer than Parkinson across from him, completely losing his former arrogance. He lowered his head and even forgot how to explain.

Pansy had no choice but to cheer up and introduce to everyone: "The pas de deux is a very elegant and romantic dance form that is usually only danced on formal occasions. Trust me, the basic movements are very simple."

She turned to Malfoy and indicated with her eyes that it was his turn to explain the different roles of men and women in the dance. Looking at the blushing Malfoy, she secretly stepped on him.

"Ah..." Malfoy woke up suddenly, with panic in his eyes.

Pansy had no choice but to remind her quietly: "Tell me about the role of men in dance."

"Men... men are the guides." Malfoy said quickly, "We need to be responsible for leading our partners through the entire dance. So the posture should be straight and the shoulders should be relaxed..."

"Hahaha..." There was a burst of laughter all around, because Malfoy himself had a stooped back and tightened his shoulders, which was completely opposite to what he was telling.

"Be more confident." Seeing that he was still hesitating, Pansy glared at him, "I don't eat people!"

Malfoy took a few deep breaths, straightened his back as hard as he could, and reluctantly continued: "Everyone, please be elegant..."

But he was so shy that he didn't know what to do, and he got stuck in the middle of speaking. Pansy had no choice but to take over: "Wizards play the role of leaders and must behave like gentlemen. The female companions only need to follow, so if the dance is messed up, it must be your problem."

"Pansy is so right!" The girls, who had lacked confidence at first, suddenly found the source of the mistake and acted like it was all your fault.

"The key to basic movements is to move forward and backward, turn left and right, and cross positions." Pansy said, shaking her body slightly and showing off the basic dance steps.

At this time, she played the role of a man and guided Malfoy to move. But the movements of their hands were not exchanged, so they looked both weird and coordinated.

"That's all I know." Pansy looked at everyone apologetically and told the truth: "There are more advanced dance moves such as waltz, tango, and foxtrot, but I haven't learned them."

The scene suddenly fell into awkwardness. The Dean himself couldn't dance, and Malfoy was obviously half-assed. Seeing that the dance is approaching, you can't go to Gryffindor to learn from it, right?

Even if they were willing, Slytherin's dignity would never allow such a thing to happen.

When everyone was at a loss what to do, a huge metal morning glory suddenly grew in the corner.

"Don't be nervous, I just added some transformation magic to the crucible." Rogge put away his wand and took out the golden egg from his pocket.

Everyone present was involuntarily attracted by it, and Daphne asked everyone's doubts: "Isn't this the goal of the first game?"

"Bingo." Rogge smiled and nodded, "Now someone else pays me for my labor, and I just use it to play music."

He carefully controlled the magic power in his body, and a gentle stream of water emerged from the tip of the staff. When the water in the trumpet covered the golden egg, Rogge knocked it gently, and the mermaid's beautiful song immediately flowed in the water. However, all that came out of the speaker was a gurgling sound.

"Water Ear Empty Sound." He cast another spell, and several small auricles grew out of the inner wall of the trumpet submerged in the water.

The fish-man's beautiful voice passed through them and was played out by the metal speakers as they were. The dark dungeon was shrouded in beautiful human voices, and even the darkness became soft.

"Everyone, let's try dancing to the music." Rogge encouraged. "You can't get extra credits for dancing, so why are you so restrictive?"

He smiled slightly and extended his right hand to Daphne gracefully. A bright smile appeared on Daphne's lips, and she handed her slender hand to him.

When Rogge's warm palm touched Daphne's waist, her whole body seemed to be ignited and became extremely hot. She lowered her beautiful neck, hummed a melody in the mermaid language, and was led by Rogge to dance slowly.

Compared to the rigid Parkinson and Malfoy, Rogge moves more freely and casually. Like a seaweed, a seaweed, swaying with the waves.

The others were immediately stunned by their dancing postures. What about the forwards and backwards, left and right circles, and cross-changing positions that they promised? Why do you dance like two seaweeds?

However, the more I watch it, the more magical and addictive it becomes. Most importantly, it looks really fun!

Others quickly joined in, and finally Theodore was left alone with a bottle of drink, showing a somewhat lonely look.

"I kind of regret it," he muttered.

Rogge pulled Daphne to spin while shouting at Theodore: "It's better to dance! It's better to earn galleons than dance!"

These words were like a magic voice, instantly pulling Theodore into the chaotic dance floor. Although he couldn't find a dance partner, he could still sway freely to the fish-man's song, dancing like seaweed.

The pas de deux that was originally supposed to be elegant, dignified and high-class was instantly given a new vitality under their performance. Not only down to earth, but also energetic. Anyway, no one taught them how to dance correctly, so they just danced as they pleased.

The mermaids who recorded the singing never expected that their beautiful voices would be interpreted in such a playful manner by this group of wizards. If one had witnessed this scene in the dungeon with one's own eyes, one would probably raise the three-pronged fork high in the hand and rush in angrily to smash the golden eggs in the water.

Daphne screamed and was turned into Roger's arms, and the two looked at each other and smiled. Immediately, Rogge gently held her waist and slowly unfolded her. Compared with the happy dancing of others, Rogge's casualness revealed an aristocratic and reserved demeanor.

That was dual tutoring from Helena and Helena, although he didn't fully learn each one. But 1+1 is obviously a binary result synthesized by Rogge. In this chaotic dance floor, Roger and Daphne's dance is particularly eye-catching: natural but not artificial, reasonable but not rigid.

With nowhere to go, Snape didn't know when to return. He stood at the door, listening to the music in his ears, watching the students' wildly dancing figures, and his hands and feet began to swing involuntarily.

He slapped his restless left hand hard with his right hand and quickly left the attack range of the magic sound as if running away.

"Damn Yule Ball." He cursed sullenly. I simply decided to go home for Christmas and never stay at school for a second longer.

Snape walked into the office carrying dinner and sat across the table from Lupine.

"What a rare visitor." Lupine chewed the crucible bread and joked with a smile: "Don't Mr. Dean always dine in the dungeon?"

"Shut your mouth, Moony!" Snape suddenly raised his head and stared at him with stern eyes.

He wanted to go back, but the dungeon was already occupied by students. Roger became that loud-voiced trumpet flower, playing the mermaid's song repeatedly. He could already recite the second challenge by heart, just waiting for Harry to take the initiative to jump into the Black Lake and become a drowned rat.

When Professor McGonagall saw this, she couldn't help but have a helpless smile on her lips. These two people really can't stand each other for a day. Except for Lupine, it was difficult for other professors to make Snape so emotional. In a sense, they are really evenly matched opponents.

"Gentlemen, have you found a dance partner?" Professor McGonagall reminded, "We can't wait for the students to invite us, right?"

"I'll be home for Christmas." Snape and Lupine answered in unison, obviously the shadows of the past still haunted them.

The two looked up at each other, their eyes full of disgust and disdain. Snape held the dinner plate and deliberately turned sideways, fearing that the moony face opposite would affect his appetite.

"Ah? That's such a pity!" Professor McGonagall's tone was full of regret, "As a result, the number of male professors will not be enough."

"Minerva, are you planning to attend the Yule Ball?" Sprout asked curiously.

Mag's mood suddenly became gloomy, and her emotional experiences always ended in tragedy. The first love they met and fell in love with was the farmer's Muggle son. In the end, due to the constraints of the confidentiality law, he had to go against his own heart and take off the engagement ring.

She tried hard to recall the young man's face, but somehow the picture in her mind became increasingly blurry.

"It's almost 100 years ago." She took off her square spectacles and slowly wiped the lenses.

A few years before she came to teach at Hogwarts, she married a wizard. Their married life was very happy, and the two even bought a villa in Hogsmeade. Mag suddenly thought that the garden fence was smashed by Rogge's gate, and there was no time to repair it yet.

She sighed softly and put her glasses back on. Her husband died accidentally due to being bitten by a venomous tentacle. Every time she recalls it, her heart seems to be being pulled hard by an invisible hand.

"No." Mag smiled at Sprout, "I have to go home and repair the fence in the garden."

Lupine opened his eyes in surprise and looked at Dean McGonagall with an inquiring gaze. Although he is a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he is also a former student of McGonagall.