HP's Adagio Minor

Eddie didn't mind little Malfoy's casual taste, but his female companion was not resigned to being left out.Butaskaya said the words of compliment very beautifully. The Malfoy family has a detached status in the magic world, and she really hopes to make a good impression in front of the distinguished guests.

Unfortunately, while she did attract the attention of the boys at first, she soon became boring because of the lackluster chat content.

Just then, a girl pushed Butarskaya away without any politeness.

"Draco!"

Little Malfoy raised his eyebrows, the high-pitched voice with extreme surprise paused, and then turned into a soft tone, "Dear Master Malfoy, I thought you would spend this holiday at Hogwarts, oh, Merlin I didn't expect to meet you here by chance, this is really exciting..."

"Be quiet, Parkinson."

Little Malfoy's grumpy girl knows it all too well, she immediately shuts her mouth, and she's so cute that she's a different person - when Malfoy introduces her to Adrien Ongnarder, her smile and courtesy are perfect Impeccable, just like a delicate and dignified lady.

Butaskaya stood beside Adrian with a dissatisfied face, and stared at the British girl in front of her with scrutiny—the other's gaze was sharper—after a few seconds, the two looked away at the same time, and spoke Mentally label the other person as an 'obnoxious, bumbling person'.

While the two girls were looking at each other, Malfoy Jr. and Adrienne had already chatted about the topics that boys liked, and when they couldn't get in the conversation, they could only start an extremely unfriendly conversation.

"Why are you dressed like an old rag doll? The skirt is soaked?"

"Old rag doll?" Butaskaya felt ridiculous, "This is a high-end dress from Mrs. Sakia's handmade garment workshop. You actually..."

"I've never heard of that name," Parkinson interrupted with a high voice, "but anyway, in London, this style on you is already out of fashion-and this color, you Don't you think you look ten years older?"

"Oh, you really know how to joke, Miss Parkinson." Butarskaya puffed up her chest (this action immediately attracted the attention of the boys around), and she glanced at the other's flat neckline, "You know, beautiful Your beautiful face and beautiful curves are the qualities that a lady should possess—should I assume that if your figure is more perfect, maybe this dress will look more outstanding... In addition, I would like to add that , London will never be as fashionable as Paris - maybe you should go out and shop more."

"Oh, really? Merlin, maybe you did go into a famous brand store, but you picked up a stone among a pile of pearls..."

"Picking up a stone is better than a village girl who can't enter the store."

"A country girl doesn't live in London, and you don't seem to be French—ah, yes, I was just about to ask, you don't even look like Austrian, maybe your family spans half of Europe... ...Or, you are only living here temporarily, and you will return to your hometown sooner or later?"

Parkinson's sarcasm drove Butaskaya very crazy, but in front of the two distinguished young masters, she couldn't lose her proper etiquette, so she had to reply, "My family is from the Baltic Sea, but now I live in Austria, though, I know France well enough, you know, to have a whole weekend at Beauxbatons to ourselves—we can see all of Paris without any unpleasant restrictions..."

The two girls kept fighting, and their voices became louder and louder, which obviously disturbed other people around.Little Malfoy's face was downcast, his face was very displeased, so Adrie naturally ended the topic and turned to comfort the two girls.

"I think we should celebrate this coming new year, Miss Parkinson, Miss Butarskaya, I wonder if you would like to taste this new type of 'sweet fruit wine'..."

Adrian's words like a spring breeze calmed the girls' anger slightly, and the late arrival of his half-brother and his girlfriend finally stopped the verbal war.

Although it is still the old-fashioned greeting process, everyone has to really get to know each other in this way.

"Allow me to introduce you, Frigo Pierre, this is—"

"Miss Barodis, long time no see."

Little Malfoy's answer surprised everyone.

"Do you know each other?" Pierre's eyes widened in surprise, and his question brought out everyone's inner voice.

Lola bowed down according to the etiquette, and it was an admission.

"My name is Pansy Parkinson." The British girl with short black shoulder-length hair said without pause with her beautiful lips after a short ceremony, "...Draco and I are in the same class. He is a student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, from Slytherin College, you know this is a college that only purebred wizards can enter, and Durmstrang's teaching philosophy is almost the same..."

"You know I go to school in Durmstrang?"

"Yes, Mr. Ongnard Jr. told us just now that you are his classmate, but I can't believe that very few girls would choose to go there-isn't that a male school corrector?"

Probably because she felt that Lola was not as eye-catching as Butarskaya in terms of her dress or appearance, so Pansy was much kinder to her. At the same time, she was also sensitive to the coldness between the two, so she chose to be with this girl. Dealing with Miss Barodis just happened to isolate some people.

Butaskaya was also not interested in staying with two people she didn't like, so she turned to the sofa aside and started talking to a few ladies from aristocratic families she knew.

Adrien, who was worried that the three girls would continue bickering, finally breathed a sigh of relief, while Pierre beside him listened to the series of words curiously and earnestly—God knows, how bad his English is, but he can only use it in textbooks. For the English paragraphs, he had to mark them in French so as not to mispronounce them.

"It's annoying enough!" Malfoy concluded in his languid voice, and the words immediately got the approval of the boys around him.

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After a short break, the minaret bell tower of the manor was struck, and the orchestra immediately changed the music to dance music with a slow rhythm to welcome the first dance of the new year.The lead dancers were, of course, Mr. and Mrs. Ongnarder, and of course, their distinguished guests, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy from England.

These are two completely different couples, whether it's the clothes, temperament, or the expression on the face - no one will doubt this.

Mr. Ongnard wore an azure dress, gentle and elegant, with confidence and calmness in his gestures. He looked at his wife tenderly, "Dear Chloe, you are so beautiful today."

"Aren't I usually pretty?"

Mrs. Ongenard smiled and asked, the romantic French style has brought her to the extreme - the nude dress with hollow lace, the layered skirt as thin as butterfly wings, the brown braids loosely tied into a bun, Katla The headdress of Zuan looms in her hair like scattered stars, and every turn reveals the dazzling crystal slipper on her feet-all these scenes seem to appear in fairy tales.

On the other side, Lucius Malfoy wore a simple black dress embroidered with dark gold patterns, perfectly interpreting a slender and tall figure, light gray eyes, smooth platinum long hair, and an almost indifferent demeanor. Fascinated all the ladies present.

His wife, Narcissa Malfoy, was wearing a black long-sleeved dress. The one-line neckline just exposed her thin collarbone. The whole dress was covered with mithril and precious stones, which was graceful and luxurious.Her hair is meticulously tied into a low bun, and the ruby ​​rose hair accessory is even more delicate against the emerald - if someone has good eyes, they can still see the dew hanging on the rose - which is rare Decorated with translucent pearls.

This is simply a double feast of family background and appearance, and the men and women present can't help but feel jealous.

In the middle of the dance music, the two gentlemen suddenly changed their footsteps and quickly exchanged each other's partners.Immediately, indifference and brightness intertwined, tenderness and arrogance coexisted, just like the huge contrast between April and October, they still danced lightly to the sound of beautiful music.

"Actually, it's not bad, it's so beautiful..." I don't know who said that, and everyone who heard it agreed without exception.

After the first dance, there was applause from the crowd, and the young people rushed onto the dance floor eagerly.The girls, including Lola, seemed eager to try, but the boys didn't know it.

"Don't the British like to wear black?" Pierey looked at the black cloak on Malfoy and couldn't help muttering.

"Don't be stupid." Eddie glanced at him, and then introduced several peers who came to greet him to Malfoy—this process was endless, with several dance songs in succession, greetings and responses. The courteous girls couldn't help it.

"Adrey, why don't we go dancing in such a good time?"

Just after Butaskaya finished saying this, she remembered that Master Malfoy didn't have a partner, and she felt a little embarrassed.But Miss Parkinson just happened to solve this problem, she took the initiative to take Malfoy's arm, "This idea is great! I mean, I don't happen to have a partner, how about..."

Lola looked sympathetically at the boy who wanted to ask Pansy to dance, and stepped back in frustration.

Under the strong request of the girls, the boys had no choice but to get off the dance floor.

"Does it mean that girls like to dance?" Pierre's dance steps were very restrained, "I'm actually not very good at this, waltz, waltz, etc. I'm not very good at it."

"Maybe that's because you don't have enough dance partners?" Lola turned around cautiously. She didn't want to fall down on the dance floor and make people laugh.

"Indeed, you are right."

"Actually, I don't often dance like that—well, you know, I rarely go to such parties."

"I know because you're a 'boy'."

Lola and Pierre were joking with each other, and their bright smiles stood out in the crowd.

Adrien saw this scene, his eyes were dark, as if he was thinking about something, until Butaskaya let out a soft cry, and then led her to avoid the pair of jumping guys on the side.

"What's wrong?" Butaskaya noticed the boy's distraction and couldn't help but wondered.

"It's nothing."

He smiled and shook his head, but there was no smile in his eyes.

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After the song, Lola was still full of ideas, but her dance partner had no intention of continuing, so the two returned to the dining table again - there were several towers of crystal glasses stacked on top of each other, and the rich chocolate fountain on the side emanated The sweet smell, Lola stared at the marshmallow jar in a daze, how much she wanted to skewer a marshmallow cube, then drizzled it with chocolate and ate it, and being a lady couldn't be so rude, and the tight petticoat bound her waist—she couldn’t eat any more—so the girl had to give up the idea.

"Give you!"

Pierre handed Lola a wide-mouthed goblet, the light blue liquid in it was sprinkled with a layer of pale stamens, and a few crystal clear ice particles settled at the bottom, making the whole drink hiss In the cold.

"what is this?"

"A kind of cocktail, have you ever had it? It tastes light, and ladies like it... How about it?"

"It's delicious and has a special fragrance."

Pierre smiled, pointed to the wine glass towers and introduced them one by one, "The transparent ones, despite the cream and cherries floating on them, have a strong wine taste, called 'Angel's Kiss'; the red ones are Raspberry Martini, the one on the side is called 'Bloody Mary', it tastes like tomato and chili, I don't like it very much... the yellow one tastes like orange juice, but it has a lot of stamina, on the side the blue..."

"Is this what I drink?"

"It's different, that kind of taste is more sour, and some people like to mix it with potions."

"Is that all right?"

"Of course! Although the inventor of the cocktail is a half-blood wizard—it is said that he was drunk and prepared a potion—but obviously, this thing is quite popular now, and everyone has found a unique way to drink it."

"how about you?"

"Me? Oh, I just like this—" the boy shook the wine glass in his hand, "no matter what wine is better than wine, only it tastes the best..."

Lola and Pierre were chatting when someone interrupted them abruptly.

"Sounds good, but you seem to have forgotten that minors cannot drink alcohol."

Pierre turned his head sharply, facing Adrienne's condemning eyes, he said nonchalantly, "Oh, of course, adults are busy with socializing, and minors should try new things - without getting drunk."

"But that's wrong, you even let Lola drink it, she's a girl!" Adrian quickly snatched the cup from the girl's hand and put it heavily on the table, "Even if the alcohol content is not high, it's still a sight to behold. Seeing that she is drinking this, how bad it will be, have you considered it?"

Pierre gave Lola a mocking smile, "Fortunately, you don't drink much, do you?"

"I only took a sip, just a little," Lola quickly explained.

"Anyway, you violated the rules," Adrian said sullenly, "and Aunt Chloe forbids you to drink, have you forgotten?"

"No."

"Then what are you holding?"

"Lafite from [-]... This is not the cellar she treasured."

"But you shouldn't do it again—the letter of guarantee is still posted on the wall of the study, do you want me to show you?! What are you doing like this? The Pierre family's face will be completely lost by you, If I were in school, I could deduct all your marks from both of you, you know?!"

Lola stood there not knowing what to do, honestly, she had never seen Adrie so angry.Facing the friend's sharper accusations, Pierre was finally aroused and lost his temper.

"That's enough, don't point fingers at me, I know you are the future head of the family, but this is not a school, and you are not a prefect, if you want to deduct points after returning to school, just do it, and deduct her share from me too Well, anyway, I instigated her... Do you dare, Adrien Ongnard!"

Luckily the people around were dancing and the music drowned out their argument, otherwise it would have been terrible.

"I, Frigo Pierre, was born in Bordeaux, the source of French wine, and everything you said is a joke—the Pierre family lives on wine, and if I really lose the family It's because I don't even drink alcohol!"

As he spoke, he poured all the crimson liquid in the wine glass into his mouth, leaving no drop, and then rushed out of the gate of the banquet hall without looking back.

"Fligo!"

Adrien watched Pierre go away in anger, with a gloomy and scary expression, but when he turned to Lola, he had restrained his anger.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"No, don't say that...if I'm allowed, can I visit the room on the second floor?"

"Of course, as you please."

Lola, who was allowed, saluted and then walked towards the stairs.