My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Everyone is combustible.

On this night of much-anticipated night, Myrtle put those words on everyone's minds, the little-known young witch who literally turned into a burning flame in the middle of the dance floor,

Together with her partner Nelson, Myrtle quickly conquered the dancers around her with her skilled movements.

Myrtle took care of herself tonight and asked Dean Sykes to help her put on her makeup. She took off her glasses, and the budding girl finally showed a blooming posture, even familiar Nelson is a little strange.

How many girls at this age are not beautiful? How many boys at this age are not handsome?

The pulsating flames in the crowd are like bright meteors in the dim starry sky, and the judgment is judged, but dance is the art of expressing and venting emotions, so how can there be a distinction between high and low?

Seeing the two walking through the crowd with dance steps, the people embracing each other feel delighted that they have participated in such a dance party.

As the dance music continued, they also attracted more and more people's attention.

McGonagall, who had been standing in the shadow of the door silently watching the dance, showed envious eyes. She sighed, turned around, and was about to leave.

"Wait, Minerva."

A shrill voice stopped Mag from leaving.

She turned around, and there was nothing in front of her.

"Sorry, Felius, I didn't see—"

Mag lowered his head and saw the short Flitwick. He was wearing a blue dress robe with lotus leaf lace today, and he looked much taller than before.

"It's okay, Minerva, you know, I'm used to it." Flitwick raised his head and looked at Mag with a smile, "Since you're here, why don't you go up and dance? I remember, you like it very much." Dancing."

"I……"

Mag was at a loss for words for a moment, she raised her head and looked at Myrtle and Nelson who had moved to the center of the dance floor. The young girl was like a deer covered with flowers, and a dash of red was particularly bright on the already colorful dance floor Eyes, the passionate dance music came to an end, and also ushered in the most exciting climax.

Nelson stretched his body and stretched himself into a bow like a full moon. With his arms outstretched, the myrtle in his arms was spun away from his embrace under the pull of his whole body. A blooming rose, and Nelson is her toughest vine.

Myrtle pointed to the ground, opened her arms, and walked away from Nelson with a gesture of embracing the world. At the moment when the two arms were stretched out and were about to separate, Bob, who was on the high stage, tore off his suit and swung his arms vigorously. Under his command, the band exploded like a tsunami of drumbeats.

At this moment, Nelson clenched Myrtle's hand tightly, stretched his arms, and leaned back as if he lost his center of gravity. He abruptly pulled Myrtle back who was still spinning. Under Nelson's strong pull, the peach Jin Niang's body was tense due to the pain, but she overcame the pain in the next second. This movement had been rehearsed countless times in the past few days. With the help of pulling force, Myrtle stood on tiptoe, facing the opposite direction. The direction spun back into Nelson's arms.

The moment he returned to Nelson's arms, the music stopped suddenly.

The crowded dance floor fell into silence for a moment.

The dancers held their breath and became the best spectators.

Myrtle crossed her arms in front of her chest, closed her eyes lightly, and leaned on Nelson's chest in a praying posture. The bright red dress seemed to be still immersed in the rotation just now and couldn't extricate herself, and she refused to let it go for a long time. The fair skin is reflected in a translucent pink, like the climbing and blooming Ling Xiaohua, very bright.

A few seconds passed, and Nelson maintained a motionless posture like an oak tree. When everyone was reminiscing about this amazing dance, the musicians on the stage smiled. Under Bob's command, all the instruments went into battle together. The ending is more turbulent than the turbulent waves!

Myrtle opened her eyes, and Nelson, who knew what she knew, bent his knees slightly, and embraced her belly with his hands. Immediately afterwards, his body tensed up like a cheetah, and instantly burst out all the strength he had accumulated in carrying weight for many years. Under the attention of the audience, Nelson stretched his waist and abdomen, opened his arms, and threw Myrtle into the air.

In a state of complete weightlessness, Myrtle stretched her body, completely gave up maintaining her balance, and entrusted her safety to the dance partner below her. She mobilized her muscles and turned in the air by virtue of the inertia of rotation when she was thrown by Nelson. The crimson dress was opened, and the limbs, skirt and movements were perfectly combined. This group of radiant flames burst out with even more dazzling light tonight. At this moment, she is no longer a rose or Ling Xiao, but Standing proudly on the branches, like a raging fire, the kapok is facing frost and snow in early spring!

The audience staring at this scene felt that maybe they would forget today's dance partner in the future, but they would never forget this scene——

After completing the final movement, Myrtle closed her eyes, feeling the breeze she caused across her body. It only took a few seconds to take off and land, but this short stay in the air seemed to take her whole life.

This time, Nelson did not seek the help of magic. He clearly knew what the dancing Myrtle wanted. He adjusted his movements, and the next second, the Myrtle who lost her kinetic energy fell heavily His arms.

Losing her balance, she almost overwhelmed Nelson. Nelson knelt on one knee and used this action as a small buffer. Myrtle's body was fully stretched, and when Nelson stabilized her figure, her waist was bent back to the limit. , her head almost hit the floor, just like the scene rehearsed countless times in the Room of Requirement, her long hair bloomed on the ground, and to her tonight, it was just a small one.

"boom!"

The lead drummer of the band dropped the drum stick in his hand and stuck his head into the paper drum that had not been touched for several years with a head hammer.

The last drumbeat announced the end of the song.

Looking at this scene, Tom stopped, stood where he was, and applauded sincerely. In fact, when Bob directed the band to change for the first time, the people on the dance floor stopped their movements. Like the fairies outside the castle, they maintained the basic dance steps, cuddling each other and watching the performance in the center of the dance floor.

Applause replaced the music and echoed in the auditorium.

Without knowing it, they made room for the two in the center, drawing a perfect circle around them.

Walburga, who was let go by Tom, may be the only one who was not attracted by Myrtle's dance today. She raised her head, gazed at Tom's sculptural chin and bridge of nose, closed her eyes, and gently rested her head on Tom's shoulder superior.

But how keen was Tom's sense! After feeling the discomfort in his shoulder, he shrugged his shoulders and pushed Walburga's head away. Walburga, who was almost staggering, opened his eyes, wishing to pick up the knife on the dining table in the distance and stab this The guy who doesn't understand the style twice.

Not far away, Dumbledore, who was competing with Constance on stepping, stopped and took the initiative to admit defeat. Under Constance's suspicious gaze, he drew out his wand and pointed at the starry sky dome.

The spotlight that Constance imagined did not fall, but clusters of lavender flower buds burst out from all directions of the auditorium.

While breathing, these hard-growing flower buds showed smiling faces, pushing the entire auditorium into a purple world.

"What is this?" Constance asked suspiciously.

"This is Myrtle, Constance." Before Dumbledore could explain, Sigmund, who was dancing with Professor Sykes, jumped out and said meaningfully, "That girl's name is Myrtle." .”

Before Dumbledore could say "How do you know my students better than me?" Myrtle in the middle of the dance floor had already opened her eyes.

What catches the eye is the clusters of small, cute but ordinary myrtle girls.

Seeing these flowers, looking up at Nelson who was taking a deep breath, a big smile appeared on Myrtle's face, yes, at this moment she is no longer a gorgeous rose, a soft Ling Xiao, or The fiery kapok is just one of the ordinary myrtle flowers that grow all over the mountains and wild, and only produce sour berries after a short flowering period.

"Gal, I'm tired," Myrtle whispered in the ear of Nelson, who was half kneeling on the ground, calming down her violently heaving chest, "Help me to the seat, okay?"

Without getting entangled in her address, Nelson used a little force to help Myrtle who was about to lie on the ground. He deeply understood that some people may look ordinary, but they always have a chance to bloom.

Just like the phrase that came to his mind when he started dancing-everyone can burn.

Myrtle, who had exhausted almost all her strength, could no longer move her legs, so Nelson simply picked her up and walked to the seat by the dance floor.

Only then did Myrtle feel her allergy to the crowd, and she simply wrapped her arms around Nelson's neck and hid her face.

"Gnar, you are the warrior tonight."

The crowd consciously parted ways as they made their way to their seats, and Tom walked up to Nelson, admiring.

Walburga, who was left behind, had no choice but to follow up angrily.

"Mettle is the warrior tonight."

Nelson placed Myrtle on the chair and finally felt the soreness from his calf. The exhaustion quickly spread throughout his body. He twisted his neck and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Go and play, you don't need to stay with me here." Myrtle curled up on the chair, hugged her knees, and said softly.

Nelson looked around, just in time to see Christian trotting towards this side, nodded in relief, and after calling a glass of lemonade for Myrtle, he and Tom walked towards the door of the auditorium.

Walburga gave Tom a bitter look, and sat down beside Myrtle.

As soon as the song was over, there were not many people left on the field. Most of them were holding wine glasses, as if they were attending a dance party for adults, and started their own communication, although the wine glasses were filled with juice or drinks.

...

"Why don't you dance? I remember you were fond of dancing when you were in school."

Looking at Dumbledore who appeared beside him like a ghost and asked the same question as Flitwick, McGonagall felt that his ankle really hurt.

"Look, here comes Nelson and Tom," Dumbledore tilted his head back, "these are the best dancing men tonight."

"I don't have any clothes ready tonight."

"As Hogwarts' Transfiguration assistant and actual teacher, Minerva McGonagall, who was evaluated by "Transfiguration Today" as the youngest transfiguration master, can't conjure a dress?" Nelson and Tom walked up to them and greeted the other two together, "Professor Dumbledore, Felius, good evening."

"How are you!" said Dumbledore cheerfully. "Tonight is great, Nelson. I haven't seen such a performance for a long time."

Flitwick also expressed admiration for Nelson and Myrtle's dance, which, in his words, was "I may never see a dance like this again in my life".

"It's all due to Mettle." Nelson shook his head.

"Your waist is incomparable to others."

Dumbledore blinked, and slipped away as if oiling the soles of his feet, his eyes seemed to say, "Let the young people solve the young people's affairs."

"Minerva, do you want to dance?"

"Call me Professor McGonagall—" McGonagall didn't know how to refuse, and could only regain her traditional performing arts like a broken repeater.

She pursed her lips with a struggling expression. She didn't want to dance. As Flitwick and Dumbledore said, her love for dancing was as well known as her love for Quidditch.

"Nelson, it's not that I don't want to dance with you," McGonagall's expression showed no emotion, "it's just...the me now, I don't even want to go to the dance floor."

"Minerva, it's not your nature to dare to face it. You two had dinner together. Don't you even eat in the future?"

Hearing Nelson's words, McGonagall's eyes instantly turned sharp, and Flitwick on the side hurriedly raised his hands, saying, "I didn't say that!".

But McGonagall still gave him a hard look, looked away, looked at Nelson, and said resignedly: "I haven't finished the last song, how can I do a new dance?"

"Why don't you finish the dance?" Nelson drew out his wand. "Minerva, do you have a picture of him?"

"Can you still change—" Looking at the wand in Nelson's hand, McGonagall was silent. After a while, she reached into her pocket and took out an old yellowed photo. A moving photo. In the photo, a young man in overalls and a shirt is standing by the stables, touching the back of his head and smiling brightly at the camera.

"Do you like to drink sherry?"

Mag looked at Nelson who was holding up a wine bottle in surprise. A cloud of human-shaped water mist peeled off from his body, and the bright red wine in the bottle poured into it. With a blink of an eye, a man wearing the most popular tuxedo with a sunny smile The young man appeared beside Nelson.

Mag stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar man in front of her. She had mixed feelings in her heart. Even he himself probably hadn't shown such a sunny smile for a long time.

In the distance, Constance, who was watching this scene, held the little purple flower she had just picked off the table in her hand, looking at this familiar magic, her eyes were full of nostalgia.

"Wildening..."

There is a power outage, I owe a chapter, and I will write during the day.

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