"Let's sit down and take a break. I'll get you a drink." Allen gentlemanly led Hermione away from the dance floor.
After Allen left, Hermione patted her cheeks with both hands and twirled around excitedly.
Ron, who was sitting in the distance, squinted at Hermione. Padma crossed her arms and sat with one leg crossed, one leg shaking to the beat of the music. From time to time, she rolled her eyes at Ron with dissatisfaction. Ron completely ignored her.
When he saw Allen pass a glass of juice to Hermione and sit down with his arm around Hermione's waist, he angrily crushed an orange.
The orange juice almost splashed on Padma's skirt. She jumped up with a sullen face and accepted the invitation of an old but handsome Demstrand boy with a goatee.
The band began to play a new song. Allen saw the band leader, Jared Leto. Leto deliberately gestured for him to see, and the next song was the dance song that he and Allen had agreed on.
"The next song belongs to us. Do you want to dance the tango, Hermione?" Allen stood up, bent over and extended his hand to Hermione in an inviting gesture.
Hermione was slightly stunned. She couldn't help but look to the right, her red lips slightly parted. "This song, tango?"
Allen didn't retract his outstretched hand. He tilted his head slightly to the left and looked at Hermione encouragingly. He raised his chin and nodded.
"Allen, I'm a little scared." Hermione lowered her eyes and immediately looked up at Allen.
"What are you scared of?"
"I'm scared of taking the wrong steps. I only learned a little in Muggle school." Hermione licked her lips, her voice a little dry.
"There's no wrong steps in tango. It's not like an exam. It's simple, that's why it's so good. If you take the wrong step or trip, continue to dance. Why don't you give it a try? "
Hermione heaved a long sigh of relief, lifted her skirt and stood up. Alan took the initiative to take her hand, and the two walked to the dance floor.
Just as the song ended, Alan and Hermione stood in the middle of the dance floor amidst the noisy chatter of the young wizards.
Allen could feel that the palm of the hand he was holding was a little wet. He could see the nervousness in Hermione's eyes. He also put his other hand on Hermione's hand to comfort her. After a little squeezing, he took the initiative to hold Hermione's other hand.
The melodious sound of the violin rang out. Allen's right hand originally wanted to wrap around Hermione's waist, but then he raised Hermione's right hand, which had nowhere to put it, and placed it on his shoulder. . Hermione couldn't help but smile.
The violin led the melody in a high-pitched and restrained way. Under Allen's guidance, Hermione stepped on the tango steps. Her stiff body gradually became flexible. With the melody of the music, she was like the expression in the dance. She had a noble pace and a disdainful attitude. She wanted to meet her dance partner but also refused, entangled in the dance.
With a force from Allen's wrist, Hermione's body fell back involuntarily, revealing a slender and white neck.
Allen quickly pulled her back. Hermione couldn't help but laugh briefly, then quickly tightened her expression.
With the powerful strokes of the piano before the climax of the music, Hermione took a deep breath before the next rotation. Then she followed Allen's movements and increased the amplitude. The flying long hair, the spinning skirt, and the slender calves all formed a very impactful and captivating picture.
The euphemistic and stirring dance music made the two's limbs entangled, opening and closing. Hermione tried her best not to show her emotions, making her seem frivolous and uncultured.
The song came to an end, but the intricate and inseparable melody of regret was still lingering in Hermione's mind. It was like a dance that hadn't been fully enjoyed. It was always one step away, and it was always disappointed and frustrated.
"Hermione, you danced very well. You didn't make a single mistake." Allen's affirmation pulled Hermione out of her lost mood in time.
"You danced well." Hermione laughed. She placed her hand on her chest, calming her violently beating heart.
Warm applause sounded in the auditorium. The young Magi clapped with understanding and friendly smiles, especially Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. They almost whistled.
At the teachers' seats, Foggy squinted his eyes and clapped for Allen with a face full of smiles, as if Allen was really his child.
As Foggy stood up and clapped, he used his gaze to search for the other member of the Harris Family, Albert. He realized that while he was immersed in the dance, Albert had left the auditorium with his dance partner at some point in time.
At this moment, the Odd Sisters swarmed onto the stage. The young Magi who recognized them screamed. Their hair was especially thick, and they wore black robes that were deliberately torn to shreds.
The explosive rhythm ignited the ancient castle. The young Magi waved their hands and twisted their bodies quickly on the dance floor, cheering and laughing.
The Odd Sisters sang three songs consecutively: "The Beautiful Winged Hippogriff," "So Tonight," and "Magical Stuff," before leaving the stage amidst the excited cheers of the young Magi.
After returning to her seat, Hermione's cheeks were slightly red from dancing. She fanned herself with her palms.
"Let's go for a walk," seeing this, Allen whispered to Hermione.
So, they pretended to get drinks and left the table. They sidled around the dance floor and quietly slipped out of the door into the foyer.
The front door was open. As they walked down the steps, the fairy lights in the rose garden flickered. They found themselves surrounded by low bushes, ornately decorated winding paths, and huge stone statues.
Allen could hear the splashing of water like a fountain. Occasionally, he could see people sitting on carved benches.
He and Hermione followed a winding path through the rose-bushes, but before they had gone more than a few steps they heard an unpleasantly familiar voice.
"… I don't understand why you're making such a fuss, Igor."
"Severus, you can't pretend that none of this happened!" Kakarov's voice sounded terrified and hoarse, as if he was afraid of being heard. "It's become more and more obvious over the past few months. I'm very worried now. I can't deny — "
"Then run away," Snape's voice said impatiently. "Run away — I'll excuse you. But I want to stay in the Hogwarts. "
Snape and Kakarov turned a corner. Snape, wand in hand, blasted the rose bushes to either side. He kept a straight face and his expression was ugly. Screams could be heard from the flowers, and a few dark figures jumped out from them.
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