Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Dancing is much harder than fighting a dragon!

That was Harry's first feeling after stepping onto the dance floor.

He almost made a fool of himself as soon as he entered because he completely forgot how to place his hands.

Fortunately, Ginny noticed in time, directly holding his left hand tightly, and gently placing his right hand on her waist, which allowed him to successfully take the first step.

Harry was self-aware when it came to dancing.

He didn't even need to turn his head to see how the other champions were doing to know that he was definitely the worst dancer of them all.

Sigh... Why didn't I learn to dance properly back then?

At first, he felt like he couldn't find a partner, so he didn't pay attention to learning to dance. But later, when he found Ginny, why didn't he think about practicing with her?

Harry felt like a puppet, not only stiff all over but also always unsure of which foot to move.

As a result, Ginny suffered, her toes constantly being stepped on by Harry, making her suck in cold breaths in pain.

"Sorry, Ginny, I'm really sorry!" Harry said in a shamefully low voice, the temperature on his face soaring. He didn't even dare to look at Ginny's expression.

Before Ginny could speak, a low, familiar voice floated from the side.

"Hey, Harry, being your dance partner is too torturous. I seriously doubt if she can even stand after one song. Remember to take her to the hospital wing later."

Enough, Malfoy!

Unable to refute, Harry's face turned even redder.

"Don't worry about me, Harry," Ginny's voice was soft and warm. She tilted her head slightly and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Take a deep breath, relax a little, we'll take it slow."

"Come on, left foot first, follow my rhythm."

Under Ginny's patient encouragement and meticulous guidance, Harry quickly found the feeling with his extraordinary athletic talent.

Although his movements were still stiff, with the rhythm of the music, his steps were finally not so chaotic.

"Yes, that's it!" Ginny chuckled softly. "Take it slow, we can definitely dance better."

Harry looked up at Ginny and found that she still had a smile on her face, without a trace of impatience.

"Thank you, Ginny," he said softly, "If it weren't for you, I would have wanted to escape back to the dormitory."

"Don't be silly, Harry," Ginny said with a smile, her voice a little shy, "Even if you dance badly, I'm still very happy to dance with you."

These words warmed Harry's heart, and he relaxed a lot. Even his steps became lighter.

As the rhythm of the music gradually turned into a lighthearted melody, the surrounding students were eager to try, and they all took their partners' hands and joined the dance floor.

The dance floor instantly became bustling, but orderly. Everyone slowly turned with the music, their faces filled with laughter and excitement.

With more people on the dance floor, the champions were no longer the center of attention, which made Harry even more relaxed.

He spared a little thought and quietly looked around.

Malfoy was holding Astoria, their movements elegant and smooth, a feast for the eyes.

No wonder this kid laughed at me just now, he really has the capital.

Harry muttered to himself inwardly and turned to look at the other side.

Cedric and Cho Chang stood very close, as if the whole world only had each other, their faces filled with sweet smiles.

To Harry's surprise, seeing this scene, he didn't have any special emotional fluctuations, and his mood was very calm.

Looking further, it was Beauxbatons' Fleur and Ravenclaw's Roger Davies.

Fleur danced gracefully while saying something to Davies, who was completely attracted, staring at her obsessively, nodding at a frequency as fast as a mechanical doll.

Tsk tsk, that expression is too much like a pervert.

Harry's gaze continued to sweep across the dance floor. Krum was dancing with another Durmstrang female champion. Their movements were exceptionally harmonious, obviously well-coordinated.

Further away, he also saw Ron and Hermione. The two of them were dancing together, looking as happy as could be.

Hagrid's waltz steps were obviously carefully practiced, but compared to Madame Maxime, they were still inferior.

Madame Maxime's dance steps were so elegant that they made Hagrid look like a beginner.

Harry withdrew his gaze and refocused on his and Ginny's dance steps.

The dance, which had originally made him feel extremely awkward, now became interesting.

He and Ginny also cooperated more and more tacitly, and soon began to enjoy the wonderful joy that dancing brought.

He was even a little obsessed with this feeling now, only hoping that the music would never stop.

Hehe...

Compared to fighting a dragon, dancing is indeed more interesting!

Looking at the lively scene in the center of the dance floor, Sebastian's lips curled up, and he turned to look at Mia beside him.

Mia was wearing a black dress with exquisite tailoring. The dress was cleverly spliced with velvet and gauze, showing a beauty that coexists with luxury and lightness.

The upper part of the dress clings to the figure, outlining her perfect shoulder and neck lines and slender waist. The cuffs are dotted with delicate black diamonds, faintly shimmering like stars under the light.

The skirt is layered like waves, and the hem is slightly slit, revealing slender and straight beautiful legs, which appear charming and generous.

The light in the hall fell on her, as if draping a layer of hazy silver gauze on her, making the whole person exude an indescribable charm.

When she tilted her head slightly, the gemstone earrings hanging on her earlobes swayed gently, perfectly echoing the color of the dress, adding a touch of coldness and mystery to her.

Sebastian bowed slightly and extended an invitation in a gentle tone: "Beautiful lady, may I have the honor of inviting you to dance?"

"Of course!" Mia stretched out her hand with a smile, her eyes with a playful light, "However, Professor Swann, I can't guarantee that I can keep up with your rhythm."

"Don't worry, leave it to me." Sebastian raised his eyebrows confidently, gently held Mia's hand, and led her step by step towards the center of the dance floor.

Their movements were skilled and elegant, their steps light and precise, as if they were born to be the protagonists of the dance floor.

Sebastian's magical perception quietly unfolded, sensing the space of the dance floor and the dynamics of others in an inconspicuous way, smoothly and naturally avoiding all possible collisions.

Mia even felt like a feather lifted by a gentle breeze, only needing to follow his guidance to roam the dance floor without hindrance.

One song after another, the atmosphere in the hall became more and more enthusiastic. Even after dancing several songs, they were still energetic, without the slightest appearance of fatigue.

"Mia, there's still more than a week before the Christmas holiday ends. Let's go traveling during this time."

"Where do you want to go?"

"It's been a long time since I've seen the sun. How about going to Australia for surfing? Coincidentally, we have a villa there that's been sitting idle."

"Okay, let's go there to bask in the sun."

"Hehe," Sebastian leaned close to Mia's ear and lowered his voice, "Then I have to bring you a few more nice swimsuits."

Mia gently punched Sebastian's shoulder, then leaned on his ear and exhaled softly.

"Whatever you say..."