Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Dancing is much harder than fighting a dragon!

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

He almost made a fool of himself when he first came on stage because he completely forgot how to place his hands.

Fortunately, Ginny discovered it in time and held his left hand tightly, while gently placing his right hand on her waist, so that she could take the first step smoothly.

When it comes to dancing, Harry is self-aware.

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

Oh...Why didn’t I learn to dance well in the beginning?

At first, I thought I couldn't find a dance partner, so I didn't pay much attention to dance learning. But later, I found Ginny, so why didn't I think about practicing dancing with Ginny?

Harry felt like a puppet. Not only was his whole body extremely stiff, but he also didn't know which foot to put forward.

As a result, Ginny was in trouble. Her toes were constantly stepped on by Harry, making her gasp in pain.

"I'm sorry, Ginny, I'm so sorry!" Harry apologized in a low voice in shame, the temperature on his face soaring, he didn't even dare to look at Ginny's expression.

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

"Hey, Harry, being your dance partner is really too much torture. I doubt if she can still stand steadily after the song. Remember to take her to the infirmary later."

That's enough, Malfoy!

Unable to argue, 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, step out with your left foot first and follow my rhythm."

With Ginny's patient encouragement and careful guidance, Harry quickly found his way with his extraordinary athletic talent.

Although his movements were still stiff, his steps were finally no longer so chaotic as he followed the rhythm of the music.

"Yes, that's it!" Ginny smiled softly, "Take your time, we will definitely be able to 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 whispered, "I would have run back to my dorm if it weren't for you."

"Don't be silly, Harry," Ginny said with a smile and a hint of shyness in her voice, "I'm glad to dance with you, even if you're a terrible dancer."

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 light melody, the students around were eager to try, holding their partners' hands and joining the dance floor.

The dance floor suddenly became bustling yet orderly. Everyone moved slowly to the music, their faces filled with laughter and excitement.

As more people filled the dance floor, the warriors were no longer the center of attention, which made Harry more relaxed.

He paid a little attention and quietly looked at the people around him.

Malfoy held Astoria's hand, and their movements were graceful and smooth, which was a pleasure to watch.

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

Harry secretly complained in his heart and turned to look to the other side.

Cedric and Qiu Zhang stood close to each other, as if they were the only ones in the world, with sweet smiles on their faces.

To Harry's surprise, he didn't feel any particular emotion when he saw this scene, and he was in a very calm mood.

Looking over there, there was Fleur from Beauxbatons and Roger Davis from Ravenclaw.

Furong was dancing gracefully while talking to Davis, who was completely attracted and stared at her infatuatedly, nodding as fast as a mechanical doll.

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

Harry continued to look across the dance floor, where Krum was dancing with another female Durmstrang warrior. Their movements were very harmonious, and they were clearly in perfect harmony.

A little further away, he also saw Ron and Hermione, the two of them dancing together, looking as happy as they could be.

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

Madame Maxime's dancing was so graceful that Hagrid looked like a beginner.

Harry looked away and returned his attention to his and Ginny's dance.

The dance that originally made him feel extremely embarrassed actually became interesting at this moment.

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

He was even a little obsessed with this feeling and just hoped that the music would never stop.

hey-hey......

Compared to fighting a dragon, dancing is more interesting!

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

Mia wore an exquisitely tailored black dress, the body of which was cleverly made of velvet and gauze, showing a beauty that combined luxury and lightness.

The upper part of the dress fits closely to her body, outlining her perfect shoulders and neck and slender waist. The cuffs are dotted with delicate black diamonds, which sparkle like stars under the light.

The skirt is layered like waves and has a slight slit at the bottom, revealing long and straight legs, making her look charming and generous.

The lights in the auditorium fell on her, as if covering her with a hazy silver gauze, making her exude an indescribable charm.

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

Sebastian bowed slightly and gently invited: "Beautiful lady, may I have the honor of inviting you to dance?"

"Of course!" Mia smiled and stretched out her hand, with a playful light in her eyes. "But, Professor Swan, I can't guarantee that I can keep up with your pace."

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

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

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

Mia even felt like a feather held up by the breeze, and she only needed to follow his guidance to move freely on the dance floor.

With each song, the atmosphere in the auditorium became more and more heated. Even though they had already danced to several songs, they were still full of energy and did not look tired at all.

"Mia, the Christmas holiday won't end for more than a week. Let's take advantage of this time to travel."

"Where do you want to go?"

"I haven't seen the sun for a long time. How about going to Australia to surf? It just so happens that we have an unused villa there."

"Well, let's go there and bask in the sun."

"Hey," Sebastian whispered in Mia's ear, "I'll have to bring you a few more nice swimsuits."

Mia punched Sebastian's shoulder gently, then leaned over and breathed softly into his ear.

"It's all up to you..."