[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

Harry has been in a pretty good mood lately.After a very difficult initial review of the basics of the [-]st to [-]th grade courses, he made good progress in reviewing the OWLs.Although at the beginning, he did find that he was missing a lot of foundations, but fortunately, those subjects that seemed to pile up into hills were not as difficult to deal with as he imagined.His enlightened performance in the study of black arts seems to have been copied to all other subjects, allowing him to quickly complete most of the courses, as easy as picking up discarded knowledge shells from the beach.

On the one hand, his studies are progressing smoothly, and on the other hand, the Muggle world materials that are basically sorted out. The two major things that have suppressed him so much that he has almost no leisure time are relaxed, and he also has more time. Learn the knowledge you want and explore the answers you want.

Harry's better mood often means that the Dark Lord's mood will also improve.Especially the time after teaching Harry, when the Dark Lord was always in a good mood and it was easy to say anything, Death Eaters—especially Lucius—loved to find this time period to give reports, It is easy to talk about making demands, and it is easy to make reasonable demands.

"Great," said the Dark Lord, patting Harry's head. "If this goes on, in a week or two, you'll be guaranteed to get at least an E for every OWL."

Harry looked up triumphantly, and smiled at the Dark Lord: "That's what the master taught well."

"Naughty," the Dark Lord couldn't help laughing, "but I did learn faster than I expected."

"Sir, is there any reward for learning so fast?" Harry's eyes were almost sparkling.

"Hmm," the Dark Lord thought for a moment with pretentious gestures, and said to whet Harry's appetite, "It seems a bit early to reward for such progress."

"So when is it too late?" Harry asked after him.

The Dark Lord couldn't help laughing, knocked Harry's head, and said, "Little slicker, first tell me what reward you want?"

Harry blinked furiously, trying to swallow the words that almost came out of his mouth - not too soon, not too fast, slowly.He collected himself, and then said what he had planned: "You know, the Christmas party is coming."

"Yes, that was my first Christmas party since I came back," the Dark Lord said with a smile. "So what do you want? Let me guess, to meet your friends? I can make people Invite them to this banquet too—"

"No, they have their own relatives to get together." Harry replied, even if he did miss his friends, he didn't draw the Muggle-born Hermione and the so-called blood traitor Ron into the fact that most of them were Death Eaters The idea at the banquet, that would definitely make both sides unhappy.And, without telling them, leaving Hogwarts without saying a word, it was true—hey, anyway, Harry hasn't dared to see them recently, and hasn't even sent a letter.

"Is that something special for Christmas?"

"You will definitely give me a present that I am most satisfied with," said Harry with a sly smile, "so I won't make any requests related to presents. I want a small reward, and you will definitely agree of."

The Dark Lord's curiosity was aroused, and he looked sideways at Harry in waiting.

Harry stuck out his tongue, not daring to whet his appetite any more, and directly revealed the answer: "I want to invite you to the first dance at the Christmas banquet."

At this moment, Harry couldn't help thinking back to the first Yule Ball he attended.When he was the lead dancer at the Hogwarts Christmas banquet as a Triwizard Warrior, Parvati held his hand like he was leading a circus dog in a trick; Hermione was so beautiful that she was not herself , Krum looked at her obsessively; Awkwardly two-step with Professor Sinistra, who nervously dodges his wooden prosthetic leg...

At that time, he was still out of ignorance, and had the most ignorant and impulsive youthfulness in his youth; but now looking back, the memory of that time seems to be a little yellowed, as if a long time has passed.So much has happened, and now, it's another Yule Ball.

The first dance at the Yule Ball can have many meanings, or it can have no meaning at all, just a temptation.

"Can you dance?" Fortunately, the Dark Lord didn't notice Harry's distraction, he was seriously thinking about the possibility of this reward, "Oh, yes, you danced the lead dance of the Warriors of the Trifinals. But the two gentlemen The dance steps are different from the ladies, and you have to learn it all over again—by ​​the way, Harry, how is your talent in dance studies?"

A talent for dance studies?As a warrior of the Trifinals, he had the task of leading the dance, so Professor McGonagall took the lead and studied for a long time, but the final scene...

"It's okay," said Harry, forcefully waving those memory scenes, lying a little, not daring to mention the disaster scene when he was preparing for the Christmas ball, and praying secretly in his heart that he would learn to dance The ability to learn black magic has improved as much as the ability to learn black magic, "There is still a long time, we can learn slowly, right?"

"That's right, dance steps can always be learned, but I need to find a suitable teacher..." The Dark Lord frowned, easily let go of this question that made Harry a little nervous, and turned to the next question, "but--"

He glanced Harry up and down, and said hesitantly, "Harry, you're too small, our heights might not match—"

"It's okay," Harry said quickly. He had considered the height difference that made him feel frustrated before—and he kept reassuring himself that he would definitely grow taller, but his development was just a little slow now. "I can drink the aging potion .”

The Dark Lord relaxed his frowning brows, and said slowly, "So you've thought about it..."

He still wanted to refuse, but looking at Harry's clear eyes and expectant expression, his words changed without knowing what to say: "...well then...then I promise you, let's dance the first song at the Christmas ball together." A dance."

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First dance at Yule Ball with Harry?

When the Dark Lord left Harry's room, he was still a little dazed, not understanding why he agreed to this strange request and danced with Harry.Dancing, he hadn't done dancing for a long time—this kind of thing didn't quite match the word "Dark Lord".Normally, no matter what banquet or dance he participates in, he just needs to sit upright in the main seat and watch other people dance and socialize.He never invites others to dance together, and no one dares to invite him to dance. It is true that he has not touched social dance steps for a long time, so he will not make a fool of himself by then?

With inexplicable worries, the Dark Lord returned to his study and found Lucius waiting outside the study door.

Speaking of which, Lucius really likes to pick the time after Harry's class to ask him to see him, because at this time he is in the mood to talk easily, and he will agree to any small mistakes and small requests; but if he is in the mood No, Lucius is like a hamster that smells of a cat, and disappeared without a trace. He really has enough...sight.It's a pity that Harry made a weird request today, which made him feel quite weird. If Lucius brings any bad news today, he might hit a wall...

——Wait, obviously the mood should be very weird, but I still feel quite happy, why is that?

Confused about his own mood, the Dark Lord nodded and signaled Lucius to enter the study.

Listening to Lucius' routine report—and Lucius' routine little smearing of Barty Crouch, "I think he's about to expose everything about wizards to that Muggle! Master, do you want to Be vigilant!" - The Dark Lord only devoted a small part of his mind to answering "En En En" to Lucius' report, and the other half of his mind was still in a very confused state.He was confused that he would agree to such a strange request from Harry (was he a little too indulgent to Harry? He would agree to everything, even this kind of thing?), and he was even more confused by his attitude now (weird , still a little happy, it's really strange)...

After the report was over, Lucius looked carefully at his face and said tentatively, "Master, there is a sentence I don't know whether I should say..."

These words brought the Dark Lord back to Fangfei's thoughts. He glanced at the always cunning guy and said commandingly, "Don't circle around in front of me, Lucius."

"High-quality potions are always not enough," Lucius said in a complaining tone while peeking at the Dark Lord's face. Potions with high quality and complex procedures are not seen at all; the potions we make ourselves are of sufficient quality, but we are not full-time pharmacists, the quantity is too small, and the consumption rate of materials is also high. And to support a part of the Muggle world...Master, we always need a potions master." He said pointedly, sounding out his old friend who was still in the Order of the Phoenix.

"What a cunning Malfoy," the Dark Lord smiled, "I know what you mean, you want to intercede for Severus?—I didn't expect you to do such a thing, I thought you would always stand The victor will never cast eyes on the loser."

"That's your misunderstanding, my lord," Lucius protested to the Dark Lord's comments, "how could I do that! I've always..."

"Let's talk about Severus," the Dark Lord interrupted Lucius ruthlessly. He had already seen the nature of the Malfoy family very clearly. You can use it against the wind, but be careful of betrayal against the wind; of course, he Self-confidence will always put him in the position of the winner, so he dares to use this slick guy with confidence, but this does not mean that he is willing to listen to Lucius's excuses, "Severus Whether he comes back or not depends on his own wishes, and no one else can influence him."

"You mean..." The implication in these words made Lucius Malfoy's eyes widen involuntarily, "You don't blame him?"

"Reward those who have merit, and punish those who have made mistakes. What is valuable can be used, and what is worthless should not be an eyesore. Severus...he is a Slytherin, he knows what to do." Black The Demon King made a brief conclusion, and indicated with his eyes that this topic can be terminated.

"By the way," the Dark Lord added as if he suddenly remembered something before Lucius went out, "Harry asked me to dance with me at the Yule Ball. Come and help us Let's practice dancing together."

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Dark Lord: Harry asked me to dance with me at the Yule Ball.

The fire of gossip was burning in Lucius' eyes: Harry invited his master to dance with him...?Who dances the women's step?

HARRY: You're overthinking... we dance steps...

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small theater

During Lucius' report to the Dark Lord, today's Dark Lord was absent-minded.

Lucius: My job blah blah blah...

Dark Lord: Well...

Lucius (discovering that the master is absent-minded, probing): Little Barty is an idiot!

Dark Lord: Well...

Lucius (continues to probe): Is the master an idiot?

Dark Lord: Um... huh? - Cruciatus!

Lucius: QAQ will not die if you don't die, why do I always behave badly...