Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire is probably one of my favorite books and films of the entire series. I feel it is the first time we see the hormones start making an appearance as love, lust, and jealousy become some central themes besides the standard saving the wizarding world from the evil Lord Voldemort.
As if being a teen wasn't difficult enough.
Oh, the angst.
One of my favorite scenes is the Yule Ball (I have always loved school dances), as well as the scenes including any discussion about or preparation for it. The students feel such pressure to find a date, select an appropriate outfit, as well as hopefully get one kiss before the night ends.
Remember this hilariously golden moment:
Ron Weasley's face says it all. But I personally feel Professor McGonagall wouldn't be so bad of a dance partner. Since the heads of houses hold the lessons, that would mean that the Hufflepuff were taught by Professor Sprout, the Ravenclaws by Professor Flitwick, meaning that the Slytherins would be taught by...
Holy Basilisk! Can you even picture Snape dancing with his greasy hair and long dark robes?
I can just hear Alan Rickman's deep baritone voice saying this oh so slowly.
I suppose at the end of the day, it wouldn't matter who taught you how to dance. It is more important to know how, so that you wouldn't make a complete ass out of yourself in front of everybody.