[HP] Noble

Chapter 81

The category for the opening dance was set at Beauxbaton's insistence as a Viennese waltz.

In fact, this is indeed a wise choice.Viennese waltz is also vaguely called waltz. Compared with ordinary waltz, Viennese waltz has relatively few movements and much fewer skills. Considering that many students from Muggle families or non-noble wizard families have no contact with it before. Even younger students of the Viennese waltz can master it well through formal ballroom dancing.

"—Elegant, elegant, passionate, unrestrained." This is the evaluation of the Viennese Waltz by Maxim, the principal of Beauxbatons School of Magic.

……but no matter--

After the left foot caught the right foot again, Scorpius thought gloomily that, anyway, it shouldn't be Professor McGonagall who taught them how to dance.The melodious waltz sounded like a magic sound piercing the ears at this moment. Glancing at Krum and Fleur depressingly, Scorpius found that the latter two might not need to participate in this special dance study at all—they could do it themselves. Cope well.

When the warriors gathered together for training, the steps of men and women were trained separately. When everyone had to huddle together in different classrooms where the long tables had been emptied, this was the beginning of the nightmare.

"Remember your steps, and master the basic rhythm - puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff." Professor McGonagall stood on the podium with a serious face, and said in the tone that supervised them turning the carapace into buttons .There was a buzz of tittering below, and Scorpius finally got some reassurance, which was good, at least he wasn't the only one who thought it was ridiculous.

"For God's sake, if I can turn left 180 degrees three times in a row and then turn right 180 degrees three times without any response, what the hell am I reading?" Scorpius complained after being dizzy, "With such a beautiful talent, why don't I just apply for the pilot exam?"

"Because the selection of pilots can discriminate you to whether your umbilical cord was tied with a bow or a sailor's knot when you were born." As a dance partner, the tortured Harry said blankly, he was really fed up with being crazy by Scorpius Stepping on his feet—even if he had patience, his toes couldn't take it anymore, "I'm beginning to wonder if you were ordered by Malfoy to trample me crippled."

Scorpius stopped, folded his arms and watched Harry clumsily enter the eight-bar turn left, then sneered, "You don't need me, you already are."

Harry ignored him, changed the wrong foot angrily, and continued to rotate left on the spot. Scorpius still felt unhappy after saying something, and continued: "Also, I have to remind you, Mr. Savior, yes You came all the way to the Slytherin table to invite me yourself."

"I'm not a fart."

Scorpius smirked at the outraged Gryffindor boy, "Don't be so sensitive, I just thought I needed an adjective."

"Hermione is always kept in the dark, she thinks you are such a pure, lovely and kind boy." Harry muttered, "She suggested that I should invite you—even if I insisted for many days, you should talk to Malfoy It's a match made in heaven."

"Come on, poor Hermione, she's not your mother, you don't have to listen to her."

"Very good, you managed to piss me off." Harry paused, his green eyes darkened, "I am indeed an orphan."

Scorpius was stunned for a moment, let go of his arm and let it hang down naturally, then raised his hands like throwing: "Okay, I apologize for my inappropriate metaphor."

He paused, then snorted reluctantly, and said, "At least you are not an orphan now, Professor Black is looking at you enthusiastically." When he entered the classroom, at this moment he was standing next to the annoyed Professor McGonagall, looking at him and Scorpius stupidly, Harry felt a little more at ease, and smiled at his godfather.Next to Scorpius's ear was another slightly clear cold hum.

And Professor McGonagall's rant—

"Watch your feet! Mr. Potter! You're making the Viennese waltz a living bullfight!"

The students around stopped the pace of training, turned their faces to look at their bloodshot warriors, and everyone laughed kindly.

…at the end of the day, all the rest time outside of the normal class is spent practicing dancing - it is strange that no one complains about this, even most Gryffindors, usually they are the first to complain This time, everyone is obviously determined not to lose face in front of their dance partners or anything.

Because Scorpius didn't think he had the courage to be the first bird, so he swallowed his anger.At the same time, he had to bear the cold treatment from Draco—this strange noble young master, no one knew what he was thinking right now.After Scorpius half-crippled his own hand, he even thoughtfully parted the cod cake in front of him as Scorpius fumbled with the cutlery with his left hand - so that Scorpius could only use A fork completes dinner.

But Draco just didn't want to talk to him, not a word.

All day long, he put on a cold and noble face of If You Are the One.

"He's been holding his neck up for so many days, why isn't he tired?" After another dinner, Scorpius complained to Zabini looking at the back of Draco leaving without hesitation.

Zabini tutted his head and shook his head: "In fact, Draco has been doing this for the past 15 years. I can only say that he is used to it."

So it's condescending for him to have a good word with him?Scorpius thought about it depressedly, and then slowly said: "I'm fed up with Professor McGonagall's dance lessons, and I'm fed up with fighting Potter every day——Pansy, I now regret that I want to hug him tightly. Will Draco's thigh be kicked away by him?"

"No," said Pansy sweetly. "He misses you, boy."

The corner of Scorpius' mouth twitched and his hands shook, and the fork fell into the plate with a slight "kuang" sound.

"To be honest, I also think you should get back together. The atmosphere at the long table is very bad recently." Zabini gently reminded.

"Speaking of Blaise, you also think I should apologize?" Scorpius sat up a little nervously, "But I don't know how to say it? — In other words, I don't think there is anything wrong."

"No need to apologize, boy, it's really not your fault." Pansy snorted, and quickly glanced at Astoria, who was sitting not far away from her, elegantly ignorant Serve the after-dinner ice cream in your mouth with a small silver frozen scoop.

Scorpius didn't notice Pansy's abnormality. He stared at the unfinished dinner in front of him and smiled dryly: "It's not my fault, is it Draco's fault? Look at him like Is it a gesture of apology?"

"Maybe in another 100 years." Nott, who had never been involved in the conversation, suddenly interrupted, and Scorpius shrugged and curled his lips, expressing his infinite agreement with what he said.

Pansy, on the other hand, seemed completely unimpressed. She put down her dessert spoon and said casually, "I think it's all Potter's fault."

"I agree with Pencey," Zabini said.

Knott: "Totally agree."

Goyle: "And that's the truth. Potter shouldn't have invited you—swan-craving toad!—Crabbe, give me that plate of pudding, thank you."

"..." Scorpius thought for a while, and always felt that something was wrong, but after thinking about it for a long time, he had no choice but to nod, "Although I don't know where Potter is wrong--well, Gore, don't look at me like that. , I'm not a swan....I'll talk to Draco anyway..." He paused, then stood up hesitantly, "Guys, if you don't see the whole of me at the breakfast table tomorrow morning, Remember to look for me in every corner of the common room - including in the toilet."

With that said, he took a step forward and left the auditorium following Draco's departure in a tragic manner - as for the after-dinner dance training, to hell, he is now busy trying to please a teacher who is at least pleasing to the eye And as a sparring partner...Of course, he doesn't have any opinion on Professor McGonagall, absolutely not.

……

The dinner was not over yet, and most people were still in the library or the auditorium.So when Scorpius walked into the common room, Draco was alone.The latter was sitting closest to the fire - his favorite position, and Draco was in good health, but he was quite shy of the cold compared to the average person.

The platinum aristocrat was concentrating on flipping through an old book with a red book cover. The firelight shone on half of his face, which made his facial features more three-dimensional under the support of the shadows—even though he was also a boy, Scorpius There are times when Draco is downright handsome too... though mostly Pansy insists that Draco is "beautiful".

Scorpius nudged over.

Sitting quietly beside Draco for a while, he began to fidget with his ass.It should be noted that, to convince the noble-studded youngsters to sit on it, Slytherin's sofa had to mean the word "very soft", and when Scorpius fidgeted restlessly, the whole sofa began to loosen. Quiet.

For a moment, Scorpius paused as Draco turned the page, but then, to his disappointment, the page turned anyway.

Scorpius grimaced, and looked at the time nervously, it was 15 minutes to seven o'clock - after seven o'clock, the common room would be full of people... Well, that's the Gryffindor common room, But at least overcrowding is still possible.Clearing his throat, Scorpius leaned closer and said, "Draco?"

The hand resting on the edge of the book paused, and the Prince Slytherin glanced up lazily at him.

"Hmm..." Scorpius racked his brains, and finally choked out a sentence, "My hand hurts."

After speaking, he wanted to kill himself immediately.

hand pain!I think you are suffering from brain cramps!

But unexpectedly, the effect of this sentence was very good. His Royal Highness actually took his attention back from the book. He frowned slightly, stared at the slightly nervous face in front of him for a while, and really wanted to tell him The firelight magnified the tension on his face to the point that he never let go of his pores, but in the end, Draco just looked away and said flatly, "Go to Madam Pomfrey."

"She must be having dinner, and it's rude and wrong to interrupt someone else's dinner," Scorpius said quickly.

"..." Draco was silent for a moment, finally sighed and closed the book, stood up from the sofa and walked to the locker under Scorpius' enthusiastic gaze, and he returned to Scorpius not long after, Pale fingertips are pinching a small piece of completely dried dark red flower stem, maybe this is the legendary dragon claw root that is so expensive that it needs three hundred Galleons a share, Draco puts three hundred Galleons to Scorpius' mouth , say, "Open your mouth."

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