HP's Adagio Minor

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"Who am I? It turns out to be the vice president of the student union. Could it be that you are managing order again? But this is not Beauxbaton."

A frivolous female voice came, and the visitor was wearing a vermilion dress, hot and sexy, with a sequined shawl casually draped over his shoulders, revealing most of his shoulders.

She is not too cold?

"Senior Verratti."

Butaskaya suddenly became proud, and she was very confident even in saluting.

"It's such a wonderful night, it's better to enjoy it than to preach... By the way, I heard that you and Alain Tresor broke up? This is really a pity. I just saw him and Delacour in Kissing in the garden, they're quite right, aren't they, Charles?"

Verratti's male companion let out a few nasty laughs, "Alan is always so lucky, and that girl is the prettiest girl in the fifth grade."

"Huh? Don't you like it?"

"I gotta say, darling, you're very charming when you're jealous."

"Hmph, don't talk about that, let's go dancing!" Veratti laughed while brushing her hair, "Miss de Legris, would you like to come too... Oh, I forgot, you don't have a male companion now, really Feel sorry."

Verratti and her male partner walked slowly onto the dance floor. Their confident appearance attracted everyone's attention. People around stopped dancing and gave the center of the hall to the two young people.

At this time, the brisk and melodious waltz sounded, and the two people in the center of the dance floor posed in the most standard social dance posture, and spun around the field in a big way.

"Merlin!" Butarskaya screamed exaggeratedly. "They dance really well!"

Although Lola didn't know much about this, she had to admit that they danced very well—the two spun extremely fast, and Verratti's red dress was like a whirlwind, floating between the two's staggered dance steps, which made the two of them dance very well. People can't tell how they switch steps.

Verratti smiled triumphantly. She and Charles had already prepared for this banquet. Originally, they wanted to compete with Simone de Legris, but it turned out to be their unilateral performance—this kind of A dance with a certain degree of difficulty cannot be partnered with just anyone.

The undulating steps are contagious, and Verratti's new movement in the dance-a few lifts and rotations, which makes everyone's eyes shine-her slender legs looming between the layered skirts, so It was extraordinarily charming, and the youngsters present could not help but become agitated.

Unlike the Beauxbaton students who were giggling on the side, Simone's mouth was slightly pursed, and her hands behind her back were tightly grasping the corners of her skirt—Veratti's ostentatious movements were obviously aimed at herself. Tsukuru usually couldn't tolerate it, but now she can only regard herself as an audience.

Butaskaya's screams and taunts from time to time also made Lola unappreciative. She was keenly aware of Simone's patience. My partner, being provoked by that Verratti again and again, makes me very unhappy...

Suddenly, she had a whim.

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Simone stood where she was, and the noisy voices in the crowd were slowly amplified, almost covering the sound of the music. She felt tense all over, but she couldn't take her eyes off - on the other side of the dance floor, Alan Tresol was kissing a The back of the silver-haired girl's hand, the doting and gentle smile, was so familiar that it made people feel dazzling - she watched quietly, seeming to ignore the red figure of Verratti who was close at hand.

"Beautiful lady, can you please dance with me?"

A deep and magnetic voice came from her ear.

Simone turned her head numbly. The person who came to invite the dancer was slender, with a strange and handsome face, a pair of dark eyes with a slight smile, and long black hair hanging loose, like a piece of fine oriental silk, reflecting the candlelight bright halo.

She was hesitating, but her body moved faster than her mind - when she came back to her senses, her hand was already in the cool palm of the other party.

"It's a lonely night, why don't you be quiet."

The cheerful waltz stopped abruptly, and the piano and harp performed a clear and gorgeous movement. At this time, the candles in the audience slowly dimmed, leaving only a bright light in the center of the dance floor - everyone's attention was captured by that Attracted by the fluttering white dress—it is a rare holiness in the world, soft and pure, like a flower stamen blooming on a midsummer night, and like a quiet evening breeze, blowing through everyone's heart.

"You... why did you help me?"

Simone looked over her partner's shoulders—the way Verratti gritted her teeth angrily distorted her otherwise delicate face.

"It's a long story, probably because I couldn't refuse her request."

Heinrich's gaze turned to the second floor, and a small head beside the armrest was excitedly pointing his wand at them—a powerful beam spell (a special spell for stargazing at polar nights or calling for help) closely followed their dance steps.

"... Lola?"

Simone also saw that lovely face, her stiff back relaxed, and her graceful figure was slightly tilted, forming a graceful arc, fully expressing the dignity and reserve of a lady.Although it was the first time to dance together, Simone felt very relaxed, and soon she let go of all worries and devoted herself to dancing.

Heinrich has superb dancing skills, and the confidence and ease of a gentleman. He and Simone's body have always maintained ingenious contact-neither broken nor too close, and the smooth and changeable dance steps are very well connected. sleek.

Under his leadership, the dancing postures of the two are light and stretched, undulating like clouds and flowing water, which already makes people intoxicated with delicate and profound emotions-smooth and elegant when spinning, leisurely and calm when following, sometimes full of affectionate oblique swings, Showing Simone's slender waist and exquisite back is amazing.

Lola was very intoxicated watching it, and she couldn't help thinking, when will she dance so well?

A romantic foxtrot dance also touched the hearts of the girls present. Everyone was deeply impressed by the pleasing dance skills of the two, until the music stopped and the candles were lit. For a moment, applause and cheers were heard in the banquet hall. Every corner sounded, enthusiastically like a carnival celebration.

Lola put down her wand, watched Heinrich and Simone calmly salute everyone in the center of the arena, couldn't help but rolled her eyes with a smile.

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The banquet lasted until late at night. After the New Year's Eve celebrations, the Malfoy family rushed back to England (home) overnight like most of the guests. Only a small number of drunk people and some young children stayed in the manor inside.It was not until the next morning that they left one by one through the Portkey or the Floo network.

Of course, the Tresol family and the Pierre family were not among them. In order to show their importance to their in-laws, Mr. and Mrs. Ongnard asked them to stay in the manor for a few days.

After breakfast, Simone found Laura on purpose. Apart from a series of instructions, there was still a trace of shyness on her face.

"Such a tacit understanding is really rare... I think if I have time, I will write to him to thank him."

Lola felt that it was normal for the eldest cousin to have some affection for Senior Mandeln, but she was not good at matching such things, so under Simone's questioning, she gave the honor of the student council president, his family background, including those who heard it. The romantic affairs, all poured out verbatim.

Simone's complexion became worse and worse, and she finally left angrily, leaving her feeling baffled.

Probably because of staying with boys for a long time, Lola is used to being straightforward. Although she has never forgotten those ladylike etiquettes, she sometimes reveals a 'boyish' unintentionally.This kind of her seems a bit out of place among a group of 'real ladies'. Fortunately, she is not a person who cares about every detail. No matter how those small voices mock her for being rude, she is just an annoying fly and doesn't bother to pay attention.

The warm winter sun shines on the green magic grass, and most of the women's families have set up parasols at the open-air French tea party. Lola is not like this-she will return to Durmstrang in a short time. It's a pity to get too much sun.

Originally, I only wanted to let the "people from Durmstrang" hit Butaskaya's arrogant face, but I didn't expect that Senior Mandeln's dancing skills are so superb. He and Simone cooperated perfectly, Overwhelmed Verratti, who was making a big splash—the latter's angry appearance made people feel very happy.

However, why did Senior Mandeln agree to his request so readily?

Lola was a little puzzled, she didn't know how many pairs of cold eyes passed by Butaskaya just when she was clamoring, "Durmstrang's students are the devil's apprentices"——this wayward Because of her faux pas, the girl's family lost a lot of business, and her reputation in the social circle was also affected.

Now, Lola was sitting on the calico-covered grass, looking at the sky quietly, while the girls beside her were discussing the lace-embroidered freesia hatbands in the mail-order magazines.And Butaskaya was on the swing chair beside her, having a good time with several stylishly dressed Austrian girls—just now, she deliberately splashed tea on Lola's skirt.

What a naive trick, Lola ignored the other party's hostility, cast a stain removal spell and continued to enjoy the sun.

"They're back!"

With a cry of surprise, the girls stood up one after another and rushed to the front, looking eagerly at the end of the hillside—a large group of boys riding long-tailed horses rushed out of the woods, followed by a large group of hounds—it was easy to say. It is strange that the wizarding nobles of Austria still retain the custom of hunting, which is an interesting thing for French boys.

Alain Tresor, who ran at the front, was full of spirits. He and Charles Pierre were the winners of today's hunting, so they made a bet that whoever ran back to the manor first would invite the girl he liked to kiss.The girls somehow got the news, which is why they suggested that the tea party be held on the grass.

Lola got up and sat on the empty swing chair. She had no interest in asking for a kiss.Because of his young age, Adrian Ongnard was surrounded by a few older ones, and Frigo Pierre was at the back. It seemed that the two of them had not yet reconciled.

Just as the boys jumped off their horses and showed off their prey to the girls surrounding them, Lola couldn't help but also walked over, but her goal was the long-tailed horses.

"Hi!"

Frigo Pierre greeted with some embarrassment. He left Lola alone in the banquet hall yesterday. It was really rude, but he was angry at the time and couldn't care less.

"I heard that drinking can cause a hangover, how are you today?"

The girl was not angry, which made Pierre heave a sigh of relief, "No, this drink is not enough... Do you want to ride a horse?"

"Well..." Lola nodded, "It looks interesting."

"The long-tailed horse is very docile. If you want to ride, I'll let you—" Just now, Pierre remembered that he and Adri had just quarreled, and quickly changed his words, "I'll find you a horse, You practice first."

At this time, there was a booing sound, and Tresor took a beautiful Austrian girl and kissed her on the back of the hand.

"Oh, Alan, you always have such good luck!" said a boy with great envy, while the girls screamed non-stop around the group of sweaty boys.

Lola gave a chill, and Pierre beside her had the same expression. The two who found a resonance shook their heads helplessly, and then walked towards the stable one after the other.

"What a lively young man," a lady sitting at the tea table saw this scene and couldn't help admiring, "It was the same when we were young."

"Isn't it... Hey, who is that little girl? I don't seem to have seen it before."

"You're talking about Miss Barodis, right? She's Frigo's classmate." Mrs. Ongnard put the tea spoon back on the plate, and then took a sip from the teacup, "She's the only one in the whole school. female students."

"In Durmstrang? Oh, Merlin!" said the previous lady in amazement, "but I can see that you like her."

"Yes, she is a good child." Mrs. Ungerard did not hold back her love for Lola, "gentle-tempered and generous, the Barodis family is quite a noble family in the Baltic Sea, right? "

"That's not necessarily true," a lady sitting on the other side of the tea party table said suddenly, "It might have been barely counted in the early years, but it's hard to say now, after all, there have been more new nobles in recent years, please allow me to remind everyone, The Barodis family is a dark magic family."

"Oh? Mrs. Butarskaya seems to know a lot?" Mrs. Ungenard put down her teacup, "Maybe you can talk to us about it."

"Understood, it's not counted, but there were a few meetings, of course, before we moved to Austria. At that time, I took Bafra to Mrs. Ruttenberg's house as a guest. You know this lady loves it very much. Flowers, so a flower show is held every spring, but all the neighbors like us are invited.”

Madame Butaskaya babbled in her high-pitched voice about the weather, the clothes she was wearing, from the tulip fields at the Ruttenberg estate, and about the strange behavior of Miss Barodis, and about her The magic power that has not been awakened for a long time... When she finally talked about her daughter's injury, it was already 10 minutes later, but she seems to be very good at telling stories, even the small magical hurricane can be vividly described .

"...it was horrific enough, that beautiful field of tulips disappeared in a matter of minutes."

The other wives listened with gusto, and one of the younger ones couldn't help wondering, "How old was Miss Barodis at that time, isn't she old enough to go to school?"

"That's why it's surprising that such a young age has such destructive power—" Mrs. Butaskaya was interrupted by other ladies before she finished speaking, "What an amazing magical power , it can be seen that Miss Barodis's pedigree is very good, no wonder she chose to go to school in Durmstrang."

"Wait, let me think... Is Barodis the 'Silver Tomahawk'?"

"Yes, that's it, my grandmother used to tell me the family story, oh, Merlin, I say!"

"I really didn't expect that," Mrs. Ongnard smiled brighter, "I said she was a good girl, didn't I?"

Her words made the other ladies nod repeatedly.

"But it's a kind of black magic—" Mrs. Butaskaya saw that the ladies didn't understand her original intention, and tried to correct her. "Black magic is evil and terrible..." Her voice became smaller and smaller , eventually stopped.

"Whether it is black magic or white magic, it is determined by the wizard himself. Just like the pieces of wizard chess, what is the difference between black and white?"

As Mrs. Ongnard said, she looked at the stables in the distance, and saw a little figure helping another little figure to climb onto the horse's back—seeing their busy work, she couldn't help smiling—there was such a Daughter, it should be a good thing.

The author has something to say:

This... It seems that Pierre's mother misunderstood, uh...