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Chapter 443 The Arrogant Dancer
Chapter 443 The Arrogant Dancer
Loila wanted to explain something, but her gaze had already fallen upon the expectant eyes of the students present.
No, what are you all expecting? — I really don't know how to dance very well.
"Please, Professor Hamilton?" At this moment, Professor McGonagall, who was opposite Loyla, bowed slightly and held the hem of her robe with both hands.
Professor McGonagall looks so—so professional—Loy pursed his lips, then took a deep breath.
I—I've studied dance diligently under Lady Vida's tutelage for several months, and I also represent Lord Grindelwald—I absolutely cannot let him down!
Although it seems no one here knows about this —
Loila took a deep breath, then bowed slightly and gripped the hem of her robe tightly.
really.
Professor McGonagall nodded slightly as she watched this scene. She had seen Miss Hamilton dance at the Halloween Ball the first year and was quite surprised at the time.
Miss Hamilton was by no means as bad at dancing as she claimed—as was quite evident in her dance with Miss Lovegood—Miss Lovegood was the one who held her back.
Although Miss Hamilton hadn't been seen dancing since then, McGonagall could tell from this preparatory movement alone that Miss Hamilton must have practiced dancing diligently beforehand.
But—is it like this when you jump?
McGonagall gently placed her hand on Loila's, then smiled slightly: "Professor Hamilton, I'll trouble you to lead the dance."
"Huh? Me?"
Before Loila could finish speaking, the music started and the dance began, forcing her to subconsciously move on her own.
"Professor Hamilton can actually dance—and he dances so well—" The little witches standing next to Siegfried started discussing again.
They all looked surprised.
Not to mention them, Siegfried himself was extremely surprised.
After all, Hamilton doesn't look like someone who can dance at all. Dance is a form of social interaction, and social interaction must be a difficult thing for her.
But—looking at the silver-haired girl in front of him, who, though a little green, could still dance with Professor McGonagall, Siegfried bit his lip.
She was like a shimmering silver star, spinning and radiating light—just like Miss Delacour of Beauxbatons—
No—no! Siegfried took a deep breath and closed his eyes. How could he suddenly feel such hatred for this despicable guy—this damned guy—?
It must be because of what happened a few days ago—her inexplicable behavior—Ugh—Siegfried's face turned red again, and she lowered her head without saying a word.
Apart from her, the other students kept their eyes on the two people on the dance floor, without even blinking.
Professor Hamilton then displayed a side of herself that was quite different from her usual self—no one had thought she would be good at dancing before, but she was indeed good at it, and she danced very well—even people who knew nothing about dance could tell.
"Clatter".
"call----"
Finally, the song ended, and Loila slowly stopped walking, then bowed slightly to Professor McGonagall in front of her.
"Ugh...so tired..." Loila breathed slightly, realizing she hadn't exercised in a long time; even dancing was exhausting—well, dancing is tiring enough—and she'd been putting in so much effort to perform well.
So how did I perform?
She glanced at the students instinctively and found that both the boys and girls had slightly flushed faces.
Was it because I danced so badly that they had to keep suppressing their laughter?
"Very good jump, Professor Hamilton." Professor McGonagall's voice came at this moment, and she clapped her hands as she spoke, bringing the students who didn't know what was going on to their senses.
"As you all just saw, Professor Hamilton's actions—" McGonagall coughed as she spoke, "This is the state you are expected to achieve."
"Such elegant dance moves are an essential skill for any wizard at any time—if you can perform like this at the Christmas ball—then without a doubt, you will become the focus of the entire event."
"Ugh! Professor McGonagall, please stop! I'm really not that good at dancing!" Loila blushed instantly upon hearing these words. No one had ever praised her like this before Lord Grindelwald, and she instinctively felt ashamed and embarrassed upon hearing such praise.
"No—stop making fun of me—" Her quiet protest went unheard by Professor McGonagall, who nodded gently to the students and said, "Then, ladies and gentlemen, please prepare to begin."
"The first step is the first action—"
"Professor Hamilton, could you please cooperate with me?"
"Okay—okay!" Loila quickly struck the preparatory poses for the dance.
Watching her movements, McGonagall nodded slightly and then, holding her wand as if analyzing a work of art, said, "First, the hands—maintain this graceful movement." She pointed lightly at Loila's arm.
what?
Is this how it is—this kind of cooperation?! All the students' gazes were focused on her, and Loila's face turned even redder. She almost closed her eyes and looked down at the floor, not daring to make eye contact with anyone.
"Then, the waist—" Professor McGonagall tapped Roy's waist with her wand: "Be careful to maintain your balance, don't lean too far forward or too far back—"
"Finally, the buttocks—"
Well!
Seeing Loila swaying slightly, McGonagall chuckled as if she realized something: "Alright, that's enough, Professor Hamilton—"
"Next up is the students' performance."
"Ugh—ugh." Loila stopped moving quickly as if she had been freed, then lowered her head and shrank behind Professor McGonagall.
Dumbledore, you wicked bastard to the core, you—you said something about bringing students to class—and now I'm supposed to be doing this kind of thing?!
This is so embarrassing! It looks like an object—and...and...buttocks—Roy subconsciously patted his own buttocks.
Hmm—okay—to put it in high emotional intelligence terms, she's very petite and delicate.
But not gaining weight isn't my fault—I've been eating properly!
Lost in her thoughts, Loila's feelings of shame seemed to diminish considerably, and the blush on her face slowly faded away.
The students around them seemed to have started practicing as well. Whether it was because of Loila's dance or for some other reason, the relationship between these students was not as tense as before.
Occasionally, you can even see Durmstrang students teaming up with Hogwarts students.
This seems to be Dumbledore's goal, doesn't it?
Looking at all this, Roy nodded thoughtfully, as if to say, "It seems...not bad?"