Hogwarts Archmage

"Now, get out of class is over. Please remember the task I just left and give it to me before the next class." The bell rang, and Professor McGonagall emphasized the homework after class before leaving.

"Clean up~" Ma En's voice sounded at the right time before she went out.

She lowered her head and glanced at Marn, "Well done, Mr. Langley, two points for Gryffindor."

Since it had been agreed in advance that no points would be added based on performance in class, Ma En could only find ways to make up for the points deducted from the college through some small extracurricular activities. This was the first time, and judging from the effect, it was still Not bad.

The man with red hair a few rows away in front said in a voice that Ma En could just hear: "Ma En, you are so cunning, you didn't even tell us this method."

"It's useless, Ron, he told us that we can't do it either." Harry complained: "We don't know this magic at all."

Ron rarely allowed his brain to move. "We don't need magic. I saw Professor McGonagall has tools."

"Man, think carefully about the mess of clay you made in class because your wand didn't work." Harry asked, "Are you really sure we want to do this?"

"...I think maybe we can find other ways."

"Why don't you give extra points by answering questions during class?" Hermione said as she passed by.

Harry lowered his head and glanced at the textbook, which was getting sleepier as he read it, and said, "Then I'd rather clean up Ron's clay with both hands."

"You guys are simply... hopeless." Hermione rolled her eyes, walked over, took Esther's hand, and went out together. There was a Transfiguration class this morning. After the class ended, there would be no more classes until lunch It was all free time before.

The first class in the afternoon was Defense Against the Dark Arts, Quirrell's class.After experiencing a round of mental torture yesterday, Marne had lost all interest in Quirrell's poor acting.He even had an aversion to this class because of the smell emanating from his body. He was very glad that he was sitting in the last row of the classroom.

The second class... was a flying lesson, and Ma En had already silently designated Thursday as his Good Friday.

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"Marn, your right hand should pass under my armpit and rest on the lower part of my shoulder blade."

In an empty room in the men's dormitory in the tower, Marne had just taught Hermione a simple magic that could play the music in her head.

Hermione sat on the grass with her knees on the book, flipping through the book with one hand, and holding the wand with the other hand, letting it extract the dance music she had listened to.

He's learning tango with Esther.

Logically speaking, these messy things about ballroom dancing should be learned from an early age.

Margery was like this, but Marn...until before entering school, she was immersed in learning and couldn't extricate herself. In order to compress time, Old Wald directly eliminated all art courses.

In order to prevent himself from making a fool of himself when attending a dance in the future, he sought the advice of Esther, who was most familiar with him, and began to learn how to dance this thing from her, but now he started to regret it a little.

"Esther, you are too tall." The 13-year-old Esther is half a head taller than the 11-year-old Ma En.

In name, tango does not care about height, but from a practical point of view, it is better for a woman to be slightly shorter. On the other hand, it will be like Marn. When she opens her eyes, she will see Esther's chin, which is very Awkward.

This is just a practice. If it is a formal dance, once Esther wears high heels, Ma En may only see...

"Don't talk, don't let go of your left hand, and follow my steps. I'll take you a few times first. Height is not a problem. I have seen the photos of Mr. and Mrs. Langley. You will always grow taller. I look forward to looking up to your future. "

"Slow down...it's too close, I can't see my feet!"

"It doesn't matter, you just need to...his~"

"I'm very sorry……"

Hermione shook her head, changed a song to them, and turned another page in the book on her lap.

By the time they were eating, Marn finally figured out the basic dance steps. Esther's little leather shoes had already collapsed a little. He felt guilty and ran to the Slytherin table to borrow an owl from Margaery and let it go. Go to the shoe store in Diagon Alley and send money for a dozen pairs of shoes in Esther's size and an order letter.

Ma En had a vague hunch that it would take more than three or five pairs of shoes to learn all the dance styles commonly used in dances.

His own shoes weren't much better. After Esther's lecture, he stepped on his feet a few times as a joke, but without force, leaving only a few marks on the uppers.

At the beginning, he wanted to learn from Margaery, but the relationship between Gryffindor and Slytherin could be said to be a landmine that could be stepped on. It could explode anytime and anywhere, but it didn't completely explode. status.

Not to mention taking the popular Margaery to learn to dance every day, he would get a circle of hateful looks whenever he walked over to the long table, not even his own sister. It’s not like no one in the family of these "pure-blooded aristocrats" has done it before The nonsense of living together with my sister.

Regarding the matter of him buying shoes, both parties had a tacit understanding and said nothing more, even though Esther was not actually short of money and didn't care that much about a few pairs of shoes.

Although Dumbledore imposed restrictions on her in many places, it did not include financial aspects. In fact, he was quite tolerant in this regard.

He did not let Esther take the form of school assistance, but provided her with very generous material conditions himself.Including but not limited to school supplies, clothing and girls' trinkets, and she has a very high level of aesthetics, and even if the things she likes are not the most expensive, they will not be too cheap.

Dumbledore didn't say anything, but told her to send a letter directly to the shop in Diagon Alley if she liked anything.

But she also knew that most of the things she bought were necessities.Except for the fact that Dumbledore bought her a little more at the beginning because he was in a state of Legilimency at any time, when she later made her own choice, she basically didn't buy much. What she wanted was not It can be solved by spending money.

After eating, the three of them sat for a while without going back to the dormitory. After seeing that it was almost time, they took the books they had brought out in the morning and went to Quirrell's class.

The class was lackluster, with the same poor acting skills as yesterday. The little wizards listened in confusion. Marn's only gain was a total of 5 extra points after helping Quirrell a few times.

At the end of the day, there was the flying lesson that Ma En hated the most...if nothing else happened, he should have gained points.