Chapter 209 Christmas Ball (VII)

After the song ended, all the students brought their partners to the dance floor and enjoyed the Christmas dance tonight with the warriors.

The youthful boys and girls kept spinning in the hall with the plaintive "Hungarian Rhapsody No. 6", and hundreds of pairs of golden and silver dance shoes made rhythmic tapping sounds.

Their excited faces were like rose petals blown to the ground by musical instruments, floating around in the hall.

In the center of the dance hall, a large area was left for Rolf and Shirley - no one wanted to form a sharp contrast with the two radiant people and become their foil.

In fact, most of the students' dancing postures were really poor.

Standing on the dance floor, Hannah frowned and dodged frequently, and Neville could always step on her feet accurately according to the rhythm of the music... Was it intentional? !

Justin even left seven or eight footprints on Susan's newly bought dress, and the good white dress had turned gray.

MacMillan was experienced. His shoes were specially made. As long as he stepped on them, a row of sharp thorns would immediately rise from the shoe surface.

So, only three minutes into the dance, MacMillan lost his partner permanently.

Fred and Angelina moved too much. They were more like playing Quidditch than dancing, so that people around them stepped back to avoid being hit.

Not only the students, but also the professors' waltz was outrageous.

Madam Pomfrey seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder. She took a ruler and measured the distance from the shoulder to the waist, one-third.

This was the best position for the arm to be placed in the book, and she required her partner to do it.

For others, it was not difficult, but for Professor Flitwick, it was really a life-threatening situation... He tried to tiptoe and barely hooked there.

As frequent guests at the ball, both Dumbledore and Madam Maxime were proficient in waltz.

So when they danced together, both sides danced very beautifully.

The only incongruity is that Dumbledore looks like a dwarf compared to Madam Maxime.

So everyone saw Maxime raising her arms high, while Dumbledore held her hands and kept spinning... This is a weird scene.

Mad-Eye Moody was also dancing awkwardly with Professor Sinistra, the astronomy professor.

Professor Sinistra accidentally stepped on his wooden prosthetic leg, which had a button on it, and a large glass gyroscope fell off.

Moody explained in a rough voice: "This is a peephole. If there are untrustworthy people around, it will emit light and spin to remind me."

When Moody bent down to pick up the peephole, something like a golden antenna accidentally fell out of his shirt pocket.

"This is a magic secret detector. It will vibrate when it detects a lie." Professor Moody said again.

"We are attending a dance now, and there will be no danger." Professor Sinistra said speechlessly: "Why do you bring these?"

"That's not necessarily true." Moody said seriously, "I once attended a dance, and a wizard was stabbed to death by his dance partner... We need to be vigilant at all times and never let down our guard."

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Sinistra regretted accepting Moody's invitation.

At this time, Malfoy hugged Pansy and spun past the detector.

Pansy still remembered the conflict before the dance, and she asked with a straight face:

"Draco, am I really as ugly as Potter said, like a poodle?"

Malfoy shook his head, and he said affectionately: "Don't listen to Potter's nonsense, Pansy, I think you are very beautiful..."

The detector suddenly vibrated, and the four people looked at each other, and for a moment, the scene was very awkward.

"See, it will make a sound if you lie." Moody said to Sinistra, "I have to suggest that all female students buy one in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this semester, so as not to be fooled by the sweet words of boys."

"I'm not lying!" Malfoy shouted guiltily.

"Pansy, this thing must be broken. No matter what you say, it will vibrate. If you don't believe me, let's test it... I like Harry Potter very much!"

The mystery detector stopped vibrating immediately.

"..."

"I hate Potter!"

The mystery detector vibrated again, and the frequency was very fast.

"..."

Pansy let go of Malfoy's hand, covered her face, and ran away heartbroken.

Harry, who was far away, didn't know that he had just ruined a pair of dancing partners. At this time, he was dancing absent-mindedly with Parvati.

It's more like swaying in place than dancing. Anyway, Harry didn't want to move his feet much, just dragging his feet back and forth.

His eyes were more focused on Qiu Zhang, who was dancing with Cedric and seemed to kiss in the middle.

The light was too bright, so Harry couldn't see clearly, but it was enough to annoy him.

Parvati glared at Harry angrily, saying that she would ask you to be as skilled and as good as Rolf, so that your female partner could enjoy the fun to the fullest. You should at least move a little, don't be like a cold wood!

Okay, you look at Qiu Zhang, and then I look at Rolf... hurt each other.

Not only Padma, many female students stared at Rolf while dancing, and imagined that their dance partner was him.

Standing in the middle of the dance floor, Rolf also felt many inexplicable eyes, but he didn't care, just focused on dancing with Shirley.

They danced three dances in a row. Seeing that Shirley was a little tired, Rolf took her away from the dance floor and sat down at a table in the corner.

Rolf quickly brought two glasses of iced butter beer. Shirley took the beer and drank a big gulp. She panted and said:

"I'm so tired. I need to take a good rest."

"Are your legs sore?" Rolf smiled and said, "Can I massage your legs? My massage skills are professional."

Shirley remembered that she sprained her ankle last time and the boy also said he would massage her legs. As he was rubbing, his hands moved restlessly to her legs.

Thinking of this, the girl blushed. She gave Rolf a charming look and said:

"No, there are too many people here. Let's talk after the dance."

"Then let's go back now!" Rolf said impatiently.

Gabrielle, who was also resting after dancing with Furong, was holding a shell-shaped gold-plated silver cup in her left hand and eating cherry wine ice cream.

When she heard that Rolf was going to go back, she didn't care about the ice cream anymore. She immediately jumped up and sat on Rolf's legs, shouting:

"Don't go back, you two are done, it's my turn!"

Seeing Rolf's face, Gabrielle suddenly became very painful. She moved her butt to a more comfortable position and asked with concern: "Rolf, what's wrong with you?"

"Gabrielle." Rolf gritted his teeth and said: "You are not a nine-year-old loli now, you are a fourteen-year-old body, much heavier than before... Can you stop sitting on my legs?!

You are about to break my three...two legs!"

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