Cowen's style of facing the dragon was too convincing, completely suppressing the performance of other players.

Therefore, in the following days, he naturally became the focus of the entire castle.

Apart from the boys from Durmstrang School of Magic, even the girls from Beauxbatons began to wink at him frequently.

Not to mention Hogwarts students.

Guys are ok, except love letters from 'certain groups' have become more frequent, others are just pure adoration.

The girls are even more dangerous.

Amorous potions, aphrodisiacs, **** potions...

Whenever there are girls around while eating, the food on Ke Wen's plate will inevitably change its smell unconsciously.

Fortunately, Ke Wen's nose is relatively sensitive, which allowed him to avoid many personal crises.

In addition, professors have become more enthusiastic about Cowen.

Professor McGonagall was greatly improved by Kewen. After all, Kewen almost used high-end transformation spells on the day of the competition.

Therefore, Professor McGonagall seems to have been taken over by Snape recently, losing his previous justice, and always finding various excuses to give Cowen more points.

The other professors seemed to be stimulated by Professor McGonagall.

Professor Flitwick often came to Kewen and suggested that Kewen use more spells in the second game instead of just using the transformation spell.

Professor Sprout even lent Ke Wen a large book, which contains detailed introductions of various high-level herbs, and the meaning is self-evident.

As for Snape, he couldn't save his face from reminding him.

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

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

But often when he quickly turned his head to look at Snape, he could only see the other party's innocent look.

Damn it, the wizarding intuition cultivated and improved by Professor Snape...

…

On this day, Cowen received a summons from Dumbledore again outside of teaching time.

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

"Good boy, thank you for your perfect performance in the first game." Dumbledore didn't say anything serious, but praised first: "Your performance has greatly improved the reputation of our Hogwarts."

"This is what I should do." Cowen responded politely.

"I look forward to your continued wonderful performance in the future." Dumbledore kindly encouraged, and then started to talk about business: "Your previous conjecture, I recently found some clues that can be confirmed."

Ke Wen raised his spirits and immediately asked, "What is it?"

"In the castle, someone is secretly making 'Compound Potion'." After finishing speaking, Dumbledore immediately asked, "Have you made it recently?"

Cowen shook his head.

Seeing this, Dumbledore nodded and said, "Severus' private storage room is missing some materials, African tree snake skin, lacewings..."

"This is the material for making 'Compound Decoction'." Ke Wen nodded.

"That's right." Dumbledore continued: "Also, the ghosts have also reported to me that recently, there is often a smell of 'polyjuice potion' in the sewers of the college."

"So..." Cowen asked: "Can you confirm the authenticity of Professor Moody?"

"Not yet." Dumbledore shook his head with some disappointment: "I can only confirm that his 'Alchemy Eye' is real, so I have almost no good way to observe him, so I have no way to distinguish the real one." Fake."

Ke Wen 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 risks." Dumbledore waved his hand, and then explained: "It's just because I have confirmed your guess, so I called you here to ask you, and No other thoughts."

Ke Wen thought for a while, then shook his head, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry sir, I don't have any other thoughts."

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

After a moment of silence, Dumbledore said, "So, can I ask you something?"

"Of course." Ke Wen nodded: "Please tell me."

"I hope that in the third competition, you can carry a 'Portkey' with you." Dumbledore said, "In case Harry is in danger, I think you can bring him back safely as soon as possible."

"There is no problem with this." Ke Wen readily agreed: "During the competition, I will make the 'Port Key' in advance, and set the return location on the field?"

"Okay." Dumbledore thought for a moment, then agreed, "Just do what you want."

"Good sir."

Ke Wen kept this matter in mind while responding.

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

…

The days were when Ke Wen raised his extreme vigilance, and passed by in the daily wariness of the girls around him.

A month goes by quickly and Christmas is coming.

This year's Christmas, few students choose to go home on vacation, because whenever the 'Triwizard Tournament' is held, it will inevitably be accompanied by another traditional event - the Yule Ball.

Most people are looking forward to this dance, looking forward to making their 'spring' appear through this dance.

In order to hold this dance party, the branch deans specially held temporary dance training courses.

In the training class of Gryffindor College.

Professor McGonagall walked slowly in the center of the open space, explaining to the boys and girls who had separated from the left and right sides of the room.

First explain the tradition of this dance, and then talk about the focus of this dance, which is the ballroom dancing between men and women.

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

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

Turning to the girl, Professor McGonagall smiled and said, "Every girl of you has a swan sleeping in your heart, eager to burst into passion and fly high."

"And you guys." Professor McGonagall looked at the boy again, and continued, "Hidden in your hearts are lions eager to try."

Speaking of this, Professor McGonagall said jokingly: "There is no need to hide yourself, I believe that each of you is eager for a passionate and touching dance. Facing your female partner, you will definitely want to hug her Her, pull her in, lift her up, and spin together."

Hearing this, Ke Wen, who was sitting in the group of boys, couldn't help subconsciously answering in a low voice: "Biao Lianhua!"

"What?"

The room was already quiet, so Professor McGonagall heard.

"No, no, no! It's nothing!" Ke Wen regained consciousness and quickly shook his head.

Not paying attention, Professor McGonagall simply called: "It's just right, come to Kewen."

Amidst the teasing laughter of the surrounding students, Kewen was pushed out of the crowd by the people around him, so he had no choice but to step forward to the center of the open space.

"Can you dance?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"What dance?" Cowen asked.

"Waltz, can you?"

Nodding, Ke Wen responded: "Of course."

"Very good." Professor McGonagall nodded with a smile, and then said to the students: "Let's take a look at the demonstration made by me and Ke Wen first, Mr. Filch, please play the music."

Filch, who was guarding the record player in the distance, heard the words and quickly played the film.

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

Not long after, a music dance ended, and after Professor McGonagall and Ke Wen separated, they clapped their hands and greeted everyone: "Okay, now all boys and girls stand up, choose your partners, and start practicing."

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

On the other hand, the boys didn't give face very much, and each of them started pretending to be quail in their own way, avoiding sight.

Rabbits don't eat grass by the side of their nests, and none of the boys showed any signs of being attracted to the Gryffindor girls in the arena.

But in the end a traitor appeared. The little fat Neville stood up abruptly, walked quickly to the center of the field with his head down.

As a result, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com under the urging of Professor McGonagall, the boys had no choice but to stand up reluctantly, and entered the venue slowly...

…

Next day, breakfast time.

As soon as Ke Wen entered the auditorium, Penello, who had a "long-awaited" attitude, immediately walked over quickly.

"how?"

While walking towards the dining table, Kewen turned his head and asked Penello, who was following him.

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

"Oh! Understood." Ke Wen thought of what was going on as soon as his mind turned, so he stopped, turned to face Penello and smiled: "Then Miss Clearwater, am I lucky enough to invite you as my partner..."

"no!"

The cry suddenly sounded from the side, and the white-haired loli appeared at some point, pinched his waist and said to Ke Wen: "Me!"

"You what?" Ke Wen asked knowingly with a smile.

"Your dance partner can only be me! Otherwise, what would I do!?" Shouted Spirit like a little tigress, protecting his food.

"Hahaha!"

Ke Wen couldn't help laughing, and then raised his hand to make a gesture on the top of Spiritet's head, and then made a gesture to his height of nearly 1.8 meters.

Afterwards, he smiled and said, "You've only reached my chest, how can we cooperate? If we form a dance partner, wouldn't it be that I have to bend over the whole time, or you stand on tiptoe all the way?"

"This, that..." Spirit was speechless for a moment.

Seeing this, Penello smiled like a winner: "Hey, Lite, lend me Kewen for one night."

"You... Huh!" Spillett curled his lips, turned around and left, and at the same time muttered: "You are all villains! Ignore you!"

"Ha ha…"

Ke Wen couldn't help laughing again...