[HP] The Elegance of the Night

After some freshening up, Draco came out of the bathroom, the traces of fiery red on his face were no longer visible, but when facing Igil, his eyes were still flickering.Although every man has experienced this normal physiological phenomenon, but Merlin, what did he say to Igil just now!

"I dreamed of you, Igil!"

boom!Draco, who was caught in the memory, felt the burning on his face again.He discreetly picked up the small model on the bedside table and let his thoughts wander to his usual favorites.This method is very effective. When he puts the small Swedish short-snosed dragon in his pocket and slides his fingertips over its uneven dragon scales, his heart is no longer pounding.

The hands were ticking in the gear movement of the clock mechanism. It was neither too early nor too late, but the Hogwarts hall was already full of people planning to dine, and Draco sat at the Slytherin table calmly Sitting in the seat, accepting the adoring eyes cast from all directions.People were still raving about yesterday's game, and Draco's smile increased every time the last name Malfoy floated into Draco's ears.

Two of the chairs on the teaching bench were removed, making it appear more spacious than before.There were no competitions, and two Ministry of Magic officials temporarily left Hogwarts.However, the representatives of the two schools did not leave, and they would stay here until the end of the Triwizard Tournament.

"It's great, I don't have to go to those boring classes." When Draco mentioned their leisurely life in the chat, his eyes were full of longing.Although Dumbledore said that those who are selected as the Triwizard Tournament Warriors do not need to take the final exam, but they have not missed any of the courses that should be taken.

"They also have classes, but you didn't see it." Igil told the truth in one sentence, and under Pansy's verification, Draco no longer envied the representatives of these schools.Compared with them who had to study and live in carriages and boats for a whole year, he seemed much happier.

In the first game, everyone had already witnessed Draco's excellent talent for transforming spells. Even the seniors had to admit that, let alone facing a fire dragon, even in normal times, they would not It's hard to play Transfiguration so well.Perhaps for this reason, Draco won Professor McGonagall's favor.The head of Gryffindor gave Slytherin a ten-point mark for the first time when he turned a guinea fowl into a guinea pig in Transfiguration class.This score may not seem like much, but you must know that Professor McGonagall always likes to reward one point when he is in class.

In the Charms class, the number of times Professor Flitwick called Draco's name increased significantly. The fourth grade class has not yet started teaching invisibility, which belongs to the category of advanced spells.Professor Flitwick also favors this Slytherin, but his favor is to let Draco take the stage to demonstrate, and make Draco, who is used to sleeping in Charms class, complain to the sky.

"Last night, I suddenly had an irresistible urge to ask my crystal ball. I sat in front of the crystal ball and stared into the depths of the crystal... tell me, what did I see?" In the divination class, Professor Trelawney asked the little wizards in the tower classroom with her ethereal voice, and almost everyone in the classroom thought of one sentence: Here we go again!

"Unknown?" A little witch timidly asked, Professor Trelawney shook her head happily, and the tassels on the earrings knocked against each other, making the sound like wind blowing through leaves.

"It's good luck." She smiled mysteriously. This new statement is obviously more interesting. The listless wizards in the classroom cheered up and stopped lying on the small table. Even Draco and Igil pricked up their ears. Listen to what she has to say.

"According to the trajectories of Saturn and Jupiter, people in this castle will have good luck. This kind of good luck especially affects those born in June, and it may last until next year."

"Sounds good." After that, Draco bent down on the small table with great interest and drew the astrological chart for prediction. This is probably the most serious homework he has done since he took the divination class.Draco was born in June, and Trelawney's claim, believable or not, boded well for him.

"Yeah, it's really interesting." Yigil had already seen through the witch's usual pretense, but after hearing a real prophecy, he didn't dare to underestimate this witch with the blood of a famous prophet.If getting what she wants is a form of good luck, she must be right, given that Christmas is less than a month away.

In December, the strong wind and rain and snow hit Hogwarts Castle.Although there is always a draft that rages through the gaps in the doors and windows in the corridors, compared with the big Durmstrang ship parked on the lake and swaying in the wind, the hot fire and thick walls in the castle are nothing. So warm and comfortable.

In the Potions classroom located in the basement, except for Longbottom who is known as the Crucible Killer, the other young wizards all had their cauldrons very close together. Various shapes were briefly changed in the air, and then disappeared.In this warm environment, even the little lions were concentrating on brewing their potion. After checking the completed works of the little wizards one by one, Snape's expression was rarely relaxed.

"The Yule Ball is coming—" At the end of the Potions class, Snape picked out a few bottles of excellent potions and labeled them, and said to the little snakes waiting for school, the little lions Showing no surprise, Professor McGonagall had told them all about it in Transfiguration.They packed their schoolbags and dispersed when Professor Snape said they could leave.The little snakes raised their necks, waiting for their headmaster to continue.

"This is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament - the dance is only open to students from the fourth year onwards. Of course, you can invite a junior student if you wish. The dance starts at eight o'clock on Christmas night and lasts until twelve At that point, you can change into your dress robes and relax for the day. But I would be very upset if someone was a bad influence on the school while relaxing."

Snape's gaze swept over everyone, and the little snakes they passed straightened up, with confident smiles on their faces. For the ball, they all spent a lot of thought on choosing their dresses.

"Draco, according to tradition, the dance is held by warriors and their partners." Letting the little snakes disband freely, Snape left Draco alone to talk.

"While it's still early, find a dance partner who can make people's eyes shine, and don't be preempted." This is from the perspective of the godfather. Draco nodded after listening, knowing that this is Snape's concern.

"I will, Godfather," Draco said, but he didn't immediately look for a partner after leaving the Potions classroom.At dinner, he was invited by several girls, all of whom were good-looking, but Draco turned them all down.

After dinner, the little snakes gathered in the Slytherin lounge in twos and threes. Pansy rushed back waving her small fan, clutching her stomach and almost dying of laughter.

"You know? Professor McGonagall gathered all the Gryffindor fourth-year students together to learn dance steps, and the Gryffindor lounge is very lively now. I saw several girls limping to find Pomfer Mrs. Lei, their feet are swollen as if they were stepped on by a giant."

"Haha, dancing into the medical wing, I'm afraid only Gryffindors would do such a thing." Draco was amused, Pansy smiled, and wisely did not mention that there were a few others who entered the medical wing for the same reason. Hufflepuff in the hospital wing spoke up.

"Draco, have you found your partner yet? What do you think of me?" Pansy suggested herself. Although she really wanted to dance with Blaise, they had plenty of time after the first dance.

"I already have someone to choose, Pansy." Draco glanced at Igil quietly, Pansy shrugged regretfully, dragged Blaise up from the back chair, and accompanied her to dance practice.

"Pansy, your dancing is already very good, so we don't need to practice?" Blaise resisted. It's not like he hasn't seen it in previous parties. This woman dances endlessly.

"Of course my dancing posture is fine. I'm worried about you—Brace! How long has it been since you practiced? Your movements are stiff and your expression is dull! Come and practice with me obediently. If you dare to step on me, you will kill me." about you!"

"...Help!" Blaise's screams were completely ignored.

"Today's weather is fine." The little snakes in the common room held up their black tea, admiring the dancing flames in the fireplace, and none of them planned to help him.

"Igil, I think I need to practice too." Draco looked at Blaise who was being dragged away, and sighed sadly, "It's fine if I just dance casually, but when I think about leading the dance, I suddenly feel pressured Big, out of breath from nervousness... I haven't practiced for a long time, I'm always practicing magic, and I seldom even attend the banquets held at home in recent years."

"Really?" Igil raised his eyebrows, and the platinum-haired boy nodded desperately, looking at Igil pitifully.He put his hands behind his back and interlaced his index and middle fingers, which in European minds means prayer and blessing.

"Will you help me, Igil? Will you practice with me?" Draco was full of expectations, and Igil gave him a suspicious look, then closed the reading material in his hand to pass the time.

"Yeah." There was a very soft sound, so soft that it was almost inaudible.Igil left the armchair with the book in his arms, and walked slowly towards the dormitory.

"Come on," Igil said.Draco grinned, silently making a triumphant gesture.

In order not to let others disturb their practice, Igil cast several spells in succession after closing the door of the dormitory. He waved his wand, and all the surrounding walls became clear mirrors under the Transfiguration spell.

"What are you doing?" Igil checked his surroundings and turned to find Draco under the bed with his butt sticking out.

"Found it!" Draco happily dragged out an exquisite carved wooden box from under the bed, carefully placed it on the table, and then took out a cylindrical music box from it.

The golden music box was only four inches high and looked like a luxurious solid gold seal. It was a Christmas present he received last year, and he didn't expect it to come in handy now.

Draco gently turned the ring on the upper part of the stamp to wind up the clockwork, and the switch on the pedestal began to play a brisk yet elegant waltz.

"Let's hold hands for a dance, Igil." Draco bowed and made a standard invitation to dance. Igil's eyes flashed, remembering that this was practice for the warrior who led the dance.He passed his hand over.Another hand was on Draco's shoulder.The platinum-haired boy naturally put his hands on Igil's waist and started to the dance music.

Waltz is also called round dance. The word "waltz" originally comes from the Old German word Walzer, which means "to spin" or "to slide".This word tells its true meaning, its charm lies in the smooth rotation and rotation, all movements are supple and full of rhythm.As the dancer, Igil almost only has forward and backward movements, and Draco does all the turning.

Into the left, sideways...

Igil watched Draco dance from the mirror.In fact, you can already feel it without looking, Draco's shoulders are not relaxed enough, and his back is too tight.

"Relax, Draco." Igil said to Draco during the pause before changing his movements. Draco's condition was worse than he thought, stiff as a piece of wood.

After another short dance to the beat, Igil put his hands on Draco's shoulders.The platinum-haired boy grabbed his waist with both hands, lifted it up, and spun around to the music.

"You are so light." Draco smiled, and Igil gave him a blank look.His roommate is not serious about dancing, it's clearly here to amuse him.But in this short period of time, Draco's dancing posture has improved a lot, at least the movements of turning around and pushing up are very smooth.

"Draco, why are you so stiff only when doing basic movements?" Igil looked deeply at his roommate and asked suspiciously.

"Because it's a basic movement, so I don't practice much," Draco replied without changing his expression, "I have worked hard on other movements." He hugged Igil's waist and did a push-up again.

"Igil, you are so skinny."

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