Tango originated from the tango, a folk dance in the Midwestern America, and is a dance with Latin characteristics.
At the end of the 16th century, the elegant and unrestrained Mexican tango and the vigorous and bold Argentine tango were introduced to Europe.
Wizards do not reject anything related to Muggle, especially in the arts and entertainment.
The Weird Sisters were initially furious, since someone had stolen their thunder right after their performance ended.
But soon they recognized the piece, played by seven violins, a piano, and a cello, as "Por Scent of a Woman Cabeza," the ultimate representative of Argentine tango.
The two black figures continuing to dance at the edge of the dance floor caught their attention.
They knew the boy; he was Vincent Wayne, whose reputation was no less than that of any top figure in the Wizarding World, and who had recently received the Order of Merlin, First Class.
"This girl is so lucky."
"Wayne is also very lucky; it's not easy to find a dance partner who can work together to this extent."
Suddenly, all the musical instruments on the stage, along with the icicles hanging from the dome of the Great Hall, shattered into glittering starlight, and then reassembled into new crystal instruments.
The music, played again, quickened its tempo, and Hermione reached out her little hand and tugged at Vincent's red tie, which was embroidered with the gold Gryffindor crest.
She lifted her heels, stood on tiptoe, and whispered something in his ear.
Vincent's lips curled into a wicked smile, and she immediately sensed something was wrong and pressed her hand against his chest.
The instant he was pushed away, he quickly loosened the tie that was tightly around his neck, then grabbed Hermione's hand, which was both resisting and welcoming, and intertwined their fingers.
The little golden fairies on the Christmas tree laughed and giggled, then shyly covered their eyes when the two pressed together again.
Beneath the melodies that blend strength and gentleness are dance steps that seem to push forward yet retreat, and intimate physical contact that makes the students blush.
Hermione tried to escape countless times, but Vincent pulled her back into his arms each time.
As the music drew to a close, she leaned close to his ear and whispered something again.
As the crystal piano played its last note, the two people embracing tightly formed a stark contrast to the song's title, "Scent of a Woman."
With a smile in his eyes, Dumbledore led the applause.
"Perfect! This is the most moving tango I've ever seen in my life!"
The Weird Sisters on stage also gave a warm round of applause.
Even as the Great Hall was filled with applause, Vincent and Hermione continued to gaze at each other's reflections in their eyes.
"It's time for us to leave."
"If we don't leave now, Professor McGonagall will kick us out of the castle."
The three Champion and their partners stood there dumbfounded, looking utterly defeated, silently watching Vincent and Hermione leave the dance floor hand in hand.
They should have been the stars of the Yule Ball, but after a magnificent and elegant tango, they realized something: some people attract attention and leave a lasting impression wherever they go.
Harry and Viktor Krum were alright, but Draco and Pansy, with their contorted expressions, seemed unable to accept this reality, as if their entire world had collapsed.
They felt a burning pain on their faces; the sense of superiority brought about by Pure-blood Supremacy had been completely shattered.
Two Muggle-born wizard, both exceptionally talented in their studies and magic, and even impeccable in appearance, physique, and dance, have once again defeated a true Pure-blood Wizard.
All they have left to offer is their background.
After leaving the dance floor Vincent and Hermione ignored everyone else and went straight to the table where Phoebe and Daphne were.
Dumbledore stopped clapping and nodded slightly to the Weird Sisters on the stage.
Crystal instruments slowly descended, and they began to play a more lively tune.
The Champion and their partners left the dance floor one by one, and the rest of the time belonged to everyone.
"Dude, you really stole the show tonight!" The twins chuckled and led their dance partners over.
Angelina held Fred's hand, while George's dance partner was a Hufflepuff schoolgirl, and the two maintained a certain distance.
Vincent looked around the Great Hall and found that quite a few people were still staring at him.
Seeing that McGonagall was talking to Flitwick, he breathed a long sigh of relief. "It was all your bad ideas. If Professor McGonagall gets angry, I'll expose you all right away."
Fred chuckled, "How could that be? Our Cat Dean is so understanding. He just couldn't help but dance with his girlfriend. Blame the Champion and their dance partners for being so irresponsible."
George gestured for the others to look at Draco, who looked utterly dejected. "The young master's temper is flaring up again. How long do you think he'll be depressed this time?"
Vincent smiled and indicated he didn't know. "By the way, aren't you guys going in to dance?"
There were many people on the dance floor, and the most eye-catching couple was naturally Madame Maxime Hagrid.
No one knows exactly how Hagrid invited her, but his fairly smooth dance moves suggest that he must have planned it beforehand.
Next up are Cedric and Cho; the handsome man and beautiful woman are always the center of attention wherever they go.
Fred moved his arm, which Angelina was holding, and said, "I ate too much just now. Let's go inside and stretch our legs."
George turned to his dance partner, "Elodie, let's go in and join the fun."
Fifth-grader Elodie Bloom is a cute girl who seems particularly quiet and a little shy.
She wore a long dress with a yellow-green gradient and an acorn-shaped brass brooch on her chest.
"Mmm." She shyly took George's outstretched hand and walked with him onto the dance floor.
Shortly after the twins left, some of the bolder students arrived.
Some invited Phoebe, some invited Daphne, and a few even invited Vincent or Hermione.
Just from that tango, even a fool could tell what kind of relationship they had. The fact that they dared to extend an invitation meant they were prepared to be rejected.
Neither Phoebe nor Daphne had any intention of continuing to dance, and after rejecting several groups of boys, they both coldly put on a "keep away" face.
Harry, on the other side of the Great Hall, was just as troubled as they were.
He's been trying to persuade Ron, but it hasn't been working.
"No, Harry, I can't stand her style. She's just too weird."
"Ron, she's your dance partner, you can't just leave her standing there."
Ron followed his gaze to Luna, who was standing in front of the Christmas tree, teasing the golden fairy.
Her dress... no, her entire look was indescribable.
Her hair was styled into the shape of a spiral galaxy, her hair bun was an old quill pen, her earrings were two remarkably realistic glass eyeballs, her dress was made of salamander skin and fluorescent orange fabric sewn diagonally, and her ankle boots had two bells, one large and one small, hanging from them.
If you had to describe Luna in this moment with a single word, it would be abstract, utterly abstract.
No matter how beautiful and elegant a girl is, she probably wouldn't look very good in this outfit.
Ron shook his head as if he were constipated. "No, I'd rather sit all night."
Harry didn't know what to say.
He didn't mind Luna's unusual attire, but she was a girl after all, and Ron should at least act like a gentleman this once.