Chapter 211 Christmas Ball (Part 9)

Rolf danced two dances with Gabrielle, plus the three dances with Shirley. He had never rested, and he was a little tired now.

The boy wanted to leave the dance floor and go back to rest, but he found that a group of witches had gathered where he was sitting.

They stood there excitedly, like a pile of brightly colored candies, waiting for customers to choose.

Shirley was sitting aside to rest. She quietly made a subtle gesture towards Luo Fe, reminding him... these people are waiting for him.

Rolf felt dizzy for a while, but then Margaery came up with Hermione in her arms. She danced and asked:

"You two are not dancing anymore?"

Luofu hummed, tilted his head and said, "But there are a lot of witches standing over there, I'd better wait for them to leave before going back."

"Then let's exchange dance partners!" Margery suggested.

Rolf thought Margaery was going to dance with him, but to his surprise it was Hermione who suddenly spoke:

"Rolph, I...I want to ask you to dance, is that okay?"

Luofu looked at the girl whose cheeks were slightly red, nodded slightly and said, "Of course."

Margaery took Hermione's arm, spun her around in a circle, and then pushed her towards Rolf's arms.

Hermione almost tripped, but luckily she hugged Rove in time to prevent her from falling.

Margaery took away Gabriel who was reluctant to leave, then patted Rolf's butt like oil, winked and said:

"Rolf, I leave my dance partner to you...Tonight is Hermione's first time. She is inexperienced. You have to guide her slowly, be patient and gentle, and enjoy it."

"..."

I don’t know why, but after hearing Margery’s words, Rolf always felt something was strange... Are you sure you meant dancing?

A group of female students lining up were dumbfounded when they saw Rolf and Margaery exchanging partners on the dance floor.

Not far away, Krum's face also turned gloomy. He waited for a long time, just waiting for Granger to finish dancing so that he could invite her again... Damn it.

At this time, Rolf didn't pay attention to those glances, or in other words, he didn't have the energy to care about those glances at all. He was immersed in dancing with Hermione.

But even though his mind was tense and every part of his body was stiff, he still almost surrendered under Hermione's fierce "offensive".

It's no exaggeration to say that, before playing a quarter of "Lover's Waltz", Hermione stepped on his feet.

This was the result of Luofu evading several times in advance under the reminder of the spider sense, otherwise he would only be worse off.

Rolf finally understood that Margery's reminder just now was not a joke. Hermione was indeed a newbie when it came to dancing.

Facing Chu'er, even a veteran like Luo Fu couldn't resist.

But Hermione was still blushing and tried her best to "quibble": "Rolf, I really know how to dance. I learned it from my mother. I'm not going to lie to you..."

"Hermione, I really want to believe you." Rolf sighed: "But how can I trust you with your performance? Ah~ you stepped on my toes again!"

Hermione quickly retracted her foot and apologized: "Yes... no... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Rolf sighed again. He would rather face the witches waiting in line than be tortured by Hermione.

But Hermione didn't want to give up yet. She gently pulled on Rolf's sleeve and begged:

"Give me another chance, let's do this... Next, if I step on you again, I will give you one galleung. If I don't step on you for five consecutive dance steps, you will give me one galleung. How about that? ?”

Rolf smiled. There was no reason for him to refuse Hermione's gift of money.

"Come on." Luo Fe couldn't wait to say: "Let's hurry up and enjoy this wonderful dance time."

Hermione danced again confidently, but within two steps she stepped on Rolf's foot.

The young man looked at Hermione, she pursed her lips and said, "One galleung."

Rolf suppressed his laughter, hugged Hermione and swayed again, and deliberately made difficult movements. As expected, she got into a panic and quickly said again:

"Two galleons."

Not long after, she hummed again: "Three galleons~"

"Four galleons!"

Hermione then kicked more than a dozen times in a row. Her momentum became weaker and weaker, and her voice became lower and lower, so that in the end it was so thin that even she herself could not hear it.

Luofu glanced down at his shoes, which had turned gray. Fortunately, his magic could make the skin as strong as dragon scales, otherwise his feet would probably turn into pig's hooves tonight.

Hermione's eyes were a little red. She had indeed practiced dancing in private, but for some reason, when she actually danced with Rolf, she would be extremely nervous and lose control of her legs and feet, as if she was a Down syndrome patient.

"Rolf, why don't you change your dance partner?" Hermione finally said.

Rolf looked at the disappointed Hermione. He did not agree, but said softly:

"You are just too nervous. If you follow my rhythm next time, I will definitely be able to train you well."

Luofu slowly moved his arms downward from the girl's shoulders, "Don't tense your body so tightly, like a log... Drop your shoulders, relax your waist, lift your hips upward, and spread your feet."

Looking at Rolf who was teaching seriously, Hermione felt a sense of trust inexplicably deep in her heart. She calmed down and began to follow the boy on the dance floor, spinning step by step.

The two of them moved very slowly, and Rolf held Hermione's body with his hands and led her to move slowly.

When Hermione stepped on Rolf again, she looked at him with apology, and the boy always gave her an extra gentle smile and comforted her: "It's okay, try again."

Hermione nodded heavily and began to dance with Rolf's footsteps again, dancing very carefully with every step, for fear that she would accidentally step on his foot again.

The two danced like this, and after two songs, Hermione was finally able to gradually keep up with Rolf's dance steps and no longer stepped on his feet.

Hermione danced better and better, and her skirt fluttered in the dance floor with her footsteps.

The dance music slowly entered a climax, and the sound of the piano and cello that went back and forth slowly sounded. Rolf let go of Hermione's body and let her start to spin by herself.

One circle, two circles, three circles...

Hermione's sky blue skirt bloomed like a flower in the middle of the dance floor, and the transparent veil floated up.

When the dance ended, Hermione stopped panting and said excitedly, "I think I learned it."

"Yeah." Rolf nodded with a sense of accomplishment.

But Hermione's next words froze the boy's expression.

"Rolf, I just counted and I didn't step on your feet for 300 steps. You owe me 60 Galleons."

"..."

Hermione laughed. She suddenly stood on tiptoe, leaned forward, and knocked Rolf's head hard with her forehead. Her face flushed and she said:

"Rolf, thank you for dancing with me!"

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