After the two henchmen successfully met in the center of the stage,
The scene was extremely awkward. The combination that everyone expected to be picked was a primitive man in animal skin and a future soldier in mecha armor. However, it turned out to be two normal people on the stage? The huge difference caused everyone to fall silent for a moment. Then, it was unknown who laughed first.
Someone laughed along with him.
Finally, the laughter spread in the venue. People looked at each other.
Suddenly, they felt that the two boys on the stage were really funny. At this time, who cared whether they were the poor Weisles or the princes of the Malfoy family?
Drac, who was secretly annoyed by the laughter, glared at Ron. Who told you to take number seven?!
Ron was also wronged. He immediately glared back. The numbers were randomly given, okay?!
Drac was suspicious. Wasn't it your brother's trick?
Ron rolled his eyes. Then they should find me a beautiful girl, okay?
However, Drac was still full of doubts. She wanted to cut the red-haired boy with her eyes. Ron also raised his eyebrows and fought back.
Fred had to come out and smooth things over. "Okay! OK！ Now is not the time to flirt! Two number sevens.
Now is the time to enjoy the rhythm ~ "
The two number sevens stared at Fred together. "We forfeit!"
George coughed with his hands behind his back. "Forfeit invalid!"
The two number sevens looked at each other. "We have a family feud!"
Fred also began to cough. "We accept Romeo and Juliet's setting." Then he added, "Okay, let's start.
You can't get off the stage in less than five minutes ~ "
Harry collected a lot of watermelons, cantaloupes, and melons from the long table and distributed them to his friends.
He was a perfect onlooker. "Have they started? Have they started? "
Hermione didn't look back. "They moved! Drac moved first! "
Derek actually made a gesture of extending his hand towards Ron. Since he had been forced to do something beyond his ability,
Therefore, young Malfoy intended to show his good upbringing and take the initiative to show his good manners.
However, Ron did not appreciate her kindness. Instead, he took a step back, causing Drac's face to instantly turn cold. Ron was stunned.
After getting Drac's Rage Points,
He hurriedly explained in a low voice that his avoidance wasn't because he was against the academy, but because — "F * ck!
I don't want to do the female step! "
Drac felt a little better.
He also took a step back.
At the same time, he said in a low voice, "F * ck, what kind of social ball invented the dance steps for poor people?"
Ron frowned and took a step back. "Then why don't you do the woman's step!"
"On what basis?"
"Because you're good-looking!"
Derek sucked in a breath of cold air. "F * ck!"
Although the two No. 7s were in a stalemate on the stage for several rounds, in the perspective of the onlookers, it was indeed like this:
First, Malfoy Jr. made a stiff starting gesture, as though he was doing a mechanical dance. Then, Weasley Jr. stepped back, bent his arms, and twisted his waist, completing a good connection. Then, Malfoy Jr. stepped back, bent his arms, and twisted his waist, while Weasley Jr. reached out and tilted his hands forward …
Adorable Onlooker No. 1: "What dance is this?"
Dumbfounded Onlooker No. 2: "I'm a hen …"
Wise Onlooker No. 3: "It's probably an electronic dance for Muggles!"
Gossipy Onlooker No. 4: "Isn't the Malfoy family the one that discriminates against Muggles?"
Onlooker No. 5: "Do you think we are used by the author to make up the word count?"
Ahem, let's continue to look at the two people on the stage.
After a few rounds of game, Drac and Ron still did not reach a consensus, but they strangely found some kind of tacit understanding. The two looked at each other and stepped back together. Ron took a breath and shook his shoulders to the rhythm of the dance. Drac shook a few times with an expressionless face. Ron looked at the reserved look of the boy opposite him and was secretly angry. He simply let go of the rhythm and shook his head while holding his hands. Drac gritted her teeth and also used the tip of her foot to step a few steps on the stage, imitating Ron's movements.
Ron was amused. This boy still can't let go! So he twisted even more happily, pinching his nose, waving his hand, and using his middle finger and index finger to make a "V" in front of his eyes. At first, Drac was so angry that she did not dare to embarrass herself with him. But as the shameless guy opposite her twisted his shoulders and teased her, she could see his provocative eyes through the hand gestures. In the end, the young Malfoy could not help but use his eyes and movements to force the poor Weisles back.
Neville and his partner No. 19 were dumbfounded as they watched the two people on the stage shake their heads. One moment they were like dogs swimming, the next moment they were like wild cats fighting. They did not understand but felt that it was awesome. "What are they doing?"
Hermione's eyebrows twitched, but she didn't say anything. Harry's mouth twitched. "Twist dance, swing dance, swim dance … whatever you like!" In any case, the atmosphere had exploded!
Five minutes was neither too long nor too short. Ron almost jumped off the stage, took off his suit jacket to cover his head, and rushed out of the hot dance crowd. Harry quickly pulled his brother back. "What are you doing? What are you doing? What crime have you committed? "
Ron buried his head in Harry's arms and cried, "I'm sorry to my Weisles ancestors!" He actually danced with a Malfoy! And it was so exciting!
Harry patted his head and comforted Ron perfunctorily. "That's enough!" From his angle, he could see Drac leaving the venue under the escort of Crabbe and Gore. Judging from her expression, she was not as happy as Ron.
Ron sobbed for a long time before he raised his head. He patted his clothes, sniffed twice, and asked Harry, "Where are my shoes?"
Harry looked down and saw Ron's two sockless feet on the floor. Hermione, who was watching from the side, replied coolly, "Didn't you take off your shoes when you were dancing so hard just now?"
Uh … it seemed that there was such a thing.
Ron walked through the crowd back to the stage with his eyebrows drooping. He picked up his shoes — they were also from the drama troupe — and complained to Harry, "That guy left without even taking his shoes."
Ron and Drac's twist dance had indeed ignited the atmosphere of the venue. The randomly matched partners and the already lovey-dovey lovers snuggled up to each other on the dance floor. Then, the house elves served hot chocolate, spreading the sweetness to every corner of the venue. Even Ron was depressed for a while before he found true love in the food, leaving Hermione and Harry staring at each other at the table.
Hermione calmly asked, "Shall we go?"
Harry scratched his head and said, "Let's go."
So, the two harmoniously left the venue hand in hand and said good-bye to each other at the door. Hermione then went back to Gryffindor Tower. Harry stood there for a moment and suddenly felt a little cold. He put his hands in his sleeves and walked out along the courtyard path, intending to go back to the Union Building.
Just as he walked to the fountain, a man came toward Harry with his head lowered. Harry quickly stepped aside and called out, "Mr. Lovegood?"
The wizard with messy blond hair came to a sudden stop. He looked down at Harry for a long time before he recognized him through the wig and dress. "Ah … Harry, Potter … I'm looking for Kamia."
Xenophilius' last sentence was very serious. Harry did not know whether he was telling the truth or asking for help. Fortunately, before Harry could react, Kamia had found him. "Thank you!"
"Kamia!" Xenophilius was delighted. He ran to his wife and a box of chocolates fell out of his loose robe. Harry picked up the box and handed it to Mr. Lovegood, who did not feel embarrassed at all. He then watched Mr. Lovegood put the chocolates in Kamia's hand.
Kamia did not feel embarrassed at all. She asked Harry calmly, "Are you leaving now?"
Harry pulled his dress and shrugged. "Ah … I'm full, so I'm leaving."
Kamia glanced at him indifferently. "I heard there's a fireworks show at eleven o 'clock."
"Well … I'll go to the Black Lake."
Kamia did not say anything else. She just opened the box of chocolates, took out a star-shaped chocolate, and put it in Harry's hand. Then, she took Xenophilius into the ballroom.
Looking at Lovegood and his wife's backs, Harry suddenly felt that Kamia was a little different today. It wasn't that she had suddenly become gentle and amiable or anything, but it seemed that her hairstyle, makeup, and demeanor today were all subtly different from usual. She was also dressed in black, but today's off-the-shoulder dress seemed to be especially … uh, human-like?
Harry was shocked by the words that popped into his mind. He quickly stuffed the chocolate into his mouth to calm down. But — "Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah!" Even Lovegood's chocolates were herbal!
Harry retched as he looked at the lights in the ballroom. Suddenly, he remembered a fairy tale he had read a long, long time ago. He could not remember the story. It was nothing more than an endless absurd play of kings, princes, and princesses. Harry only remembered the ravings of a homeless man that appeared from time to time in the book.
They lived happily there together.
But they did not give me anything.
Harry shuddered and turned to look at the empty courtyard. He suddenly remembered that he did not see that person at the ball just now. He lifted his dress and ran in the opposite direction of the Gryffindor Tower. He rushed all the way to the cool underground classroom and banged on the cellar door until a certain dark professor could not bear it anymore and opened the door. "Potter! You better have a satisfactory … "reason?
Looking at the brown-haired, blue-eyed "Miss Polly" in the polka dot dress, Snape's mind went blank for a moment.
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