Chapter 522: The Yule Ball
In addition to Defence Against the Dark Arts, the fifth years had a Transfiguration class that morning.
The lesson continued their work on the Vanishing Spell, but instead of vanishing an animal like a snail, they now had to vanish a hamster. While it might seem like a small change, the difficulty had increased significantly. Two full lessons had passed, and most students had made little to no progress.
The atmosphere in Transfiguration had grown tense in recent weeks. Students were on edge, dreading the sight of Professor McGonagall's disappointed expression. This class was no exception.
The room echoed with a cacophony of crackling and popping sounds as students, anxious to succeed, hurried through their attempts. The results were often disastrous. A few students were so flustered that their spells exploded, sending bits of desks flying.
"Everyone, stop for a moment," Professor McGonagall called sharply, waving her wand to repair a shattered table. "You're all far too impatient. This approach will only make mastering the Vanishing Spell more difficult. Calm yourselves."
She surveyed the frazzled group before adding, "Perhaps a bit of news will help ease your tension."
The room stilled, all eyes on her.
"The Yule Ball is approaching," she announced. "It's a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and an excellent opportunity to socialize with our foreign guests."
Her words instantly transformed the atmosphere. The nervous energy in the room gave way to excited murmuring. Gryffindor girls who had been near tears moments ago now huddled together, whispering and giggling. Some even cast glances—intentional or otherwise—toward Kyle.
Professor McGonagall ignored the chatter and continued. "The ball is open to students in their fourth year and above. However, if you wish, you may choose a younger partner to accompany you."
"It will take place on Christmas Eve at 8:00 p.m. in the Great Hall. Remember to wear your dress robes—it's a rare chance to unwind and enjoy yourselves."