Rebirth of the Harry Potter

Harry's cabin.

Harry didn't know the skill of dancing at all.

If it was a jinx, Harry could recite it in different ways for three days and three nights without repeating it.

So Harry looked at Zhang Qiu and Hermione with a gloomy look on his face: "Shame on me, I have mastered so many magics in vain, and none of them can teach me without a teacher."

Hermione said, "It would be weird if there was such magic."

Harry cast his expectant eyes on Hermione and Zhang Qiu: "Which one of you knows what to dance at the ball?"

Both shook their heads.

"Eh, no, it suddenly occurred to me that I actually know a little bit." Harry's eyes lit up.

Afterwards, he played a set of standard time calling, and said with satisfaction: "How is it?"

Zhang Qiu said with a strange expression: "Broadcast gymnastics?"

Hermione was lying on the sofa, laughing over and over again, almost bursting with laughter, she wiped her tears and said, "Harry, please don't do this, I'm worried that by then everyone will just laugh, and there will be no way for the dance party." Carried out."

With a flash of light, Astoria entered.

She put the book on the desk, looked at Harry and the others, and asked, "Brother, what are you talking about?"

Hermione smiled and said, "Your brother, he is a warrior. He needs to dance his first dance with his partner at the Christmas ball, but he can't dance at all..."

Astoria pressed her fingers on the dimple, raised her head slightly, and thought: "But I can, my mother taught me many kinds of dances, so I can teach my brother..."

"Ah..." Harry had a surprised expression on his face, he hugged Astoria and twirled around twice, and said, "Astoria, you are really my little angel."

Astoria smiled happily.

Hermione was quite disappointed, this was an opportunity for Harry to embarrass himself after all, and it would be difficult to encounter it again.

Harry kicked the wall, and suddenly an extra door opened.

Inside the door is a bright and spacious dance room, surrounded by mirrors, and a noble golden piano is placed in one corner.

No one is playing the piano, but the keys are beating, and the melodious music is slowly wafting out.

Harry and Astoria stepped into it.

Astoria asked cutely: "Brother, what kind of dance do you want to learn? There are cha cha, Argentine tango, foxtrot, Viennese waltz..."

Harry: "(?ω?)"

Unexpectedly, he, a magical genius, would have a difficult day.

"Then let's do the slow waltz. It is known as the queen of the dance. I like this dance the most." Astoria clapped her hands and said.

"Okay." Anyway, Harry can only do as he pleases.

Astoria said with a smile: "At that time, all the girls will definitely be fascinated by the handsome brother..."

"Did that captivate Astoria?" Harry rubbed Astoria's head.

"I have long been fascinated by my brother," Astoria said.

"Then brother, let's start." Astoria moved closer to Harry.

...

In the living room.

Zhang Qiu and Hermione looked at each other as they heard the conversation coming from the room.

"Brother, your hands are not like this. You have to put your arms around my shoulders, not my waist, um... don't move around... ah... why did you run to the front again, um... brother..." Astori A weak voice seemed to be begging.

Hermione said angrily, "I guess Astoria must be disheveled when she came out."

Zhang Qiu said: "Also, her lips must have been bitten red and swollen."

Then the two said in unison: "Beast."

Sure enough, after Harry and Astoria came out, they said the same thing as Zhang Qiu and Hermione.

Hermione narrowed her eyes and said, "Harry, have you learned?"

"Not yet, today is just the beginning, and more practice is needed," Harry said.

Astoria blushed: "Brother, let's continue teaching tomorrow."

"That's the only way to go." Harry said "ashamed and self-reproached".

...

The next day, the story of the Christmas ball was known to all.

The students are looking for a suitable dance partner.

Under 4th grade is a bit of a pain as they are not allowed to participate, but if the other partner is above 4th grade they are fine.

And so it happened: a curly-haired third-year Hufflepuff girl plucked up the nerve and offered to ask Harry to go to the dance with her.

Harry was a little surprised, he thought he had long established the image of "cold and ruthless" in every girl's heart. Harry was very moved, and then declined.

He still doesn't know who to choose from Zhang Qiu and Hermione as his dance partner, how could he find someone else.

The girl walked away, looking hurt.

Saturday.

Two more girls came to invite him, one is a cute second-grade loli, and the other is a tall and big sister in fifth grade.

"Why did you start pestering me again?" After rejecting the two girls, Harry said troubledly. It is indeed a distressing thing for so many girls to come to him incessantly.

Hermione looked relieved when she saw Harry's annoyance: "It's because they have a legitimate reason again, this is the Christmas ball organized by the school, they use it as an excuse, you should have a better attitude. "

...

Harry learned this dance for three days.

Only he knew that he had mastered the waltz in just a few minutes on the first day.

Why pretend not to learn it? He felt that when Astoria's little face taught him how to dance seriously, it was a very pleasant thing to eat her tofu at this time. Is this reason okay?

Perhaps Astoria had already seen it, because besides the very beginning, Astoria would correct Harry's steps.

After that, the two of them hugged each other as they wished, walking back and forth freely in the huge dance room.

Even Astoria stood on Harry's feet. The petite Astoria was led by Harry, and the two had a perfect understanding.

On Saturday night, Astoria finally announced that Harry was out.

Then there are Hermione and Zhang Qiu. They are also going to the dance, so they want Astoria to teach them.

Hermione also said deliberately: "We are not that fool as Harry, we will learn soon."

Just as Astoria was about to agree, Harry suddenly said with a self-sacrificing expression on his face: "Merlin said that if the teacher has something to do, the disciple will do it for him."

"Mr. Astoria, leave this trivial matter to me." Harry was willing to take on this heavy responsibility.

"Okay." Astoria said with a smile. She thought it was interesting for her brother to call her teacher.

Hermione and Zhang Qiu felt uneasy, feeling that they were about to fall into the tiger's mouth.

"You two beautiful ladies, what are you waiting for, we are about to start learning." Harry walked into the room where he was learning to dance with integrity.

Hermione and Zhang Qiu looked at each other, unwilling to show fear, and followed.

Harry taught Hermione first, while Zhang Qiu sat and watched.

Harry touched everything but the right places with his hands.

He even said, "Student Hermione, have you learned it? What I demonstrated to you just now are all wrong operations, so the only one left is correct."

Harry is really a good teacher, and he also knows how to infer other cases from one instance and prove the opposite, which is great.

Hermione was already out of breath, and her body was limp and leaning against Harry. She bit Harry's neck and said, "Bad Harry..."

Then came Zhang Qiu.

Zhang Qiu's body stiffened very quickly, and then softened, his body temperature seemed to rise several degrees, Zhang Qiu was unwilling to stride any more.

"Harry, I...let's finish it."

"Okay, anyway, you have almost learned it, so you can practice with Hermione, and I will guide you."

Ballroom dancing is a ceremonial dance. When dancing, women's faces are turned to the left, and men's faces are turned to the right.

But Hermione and Zhang Qiu are both girls, so there is no need to be so alienated, so it looks more pleasing to the eye.

"Wait," Harry said.

"What's wrong?" Hermione said.

"You guys need to get closer," Harry said.

"Is that so?" Hermione put her body and Zhang Qiu together.

"No, it's even tighter..." said Harry.

Hermione and Zhang Qiu hugged each other tightly in confusion, huddled together somewhere, as if they were about to jump out of their clothes.

Hermione's left cheek was pressed against Zhang Qiu's right cheek, and they looked at Harry together: "Is that so? But it's too close."

It's too late, but it's fast.

Suddenly a camera appeared in Harry's hand.

"Crack."

The intimate scenes of the two were captured.

Because the two have been dancing for a long time, the two people in the photo are sweating, their faces are flushed, their hair is wet with sweat, sticking to their delicate cheeks, it is extremely attractive.

Harry picked up the photo and showed it to the two of them, and said, "I will tell our daughter in the future: back then, her father was the third party, haha..."

"Asshole, delete the photo quickly." Hermione wanted to grab the camera, but Harry disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Qiu and Hermione sighed helplessly, they were really eaten to death by Harry.

"Well... Hermione, I'm going to take a shower, do you want to come together?" Zhang Qiu said shyly.

Hermione nodded slightly: "Yeah, we are together, and it's all about that bastard Harry."

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