The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

At night, in the library of Book of Fantasy.

Loren gently held Professor Granger's waist, and the two of them rotated and paddled to the soothing music. Their steps were light and their limbs were smooth. They were much better than the stumbling practice during the day.

But from Flamel's professional perspective, the dancing between the two was really eye-catching, especially when Hermione self-righteously explained some wrong moves, while Loren learned them without any scruples.

After watching for a while, Flamel decided to teach the two a lesson: "The waltz originated in Bavaria, Germany, and was introduced to the Vienna court in the 17th century. The aristocratic ladies at that time were very obsessed with this free and uninhibited dance. Later, people even changed the fast rhythm to The waltz is called the Viennese Waltz.

Hermione's spinning movement paused. She stored this piece of historical knowledge in her mind. She leaned closer and said in Loren's ear: "Slow down the square step. If you can't remember, just touch my toes." Move together."

"Okay..." Loren also replied in a low voice.

When Flamel heard this heterogeneous teaching, he slowly exhaled a depressed breath and continued: "Nico and Perenal once settled in Vienna for a while, and Perenel liked this kind of dance very much.

"The waltz is easy to learn and free and comfortable, so it attracts a large number of dancers, and they can often learn it by just watching for a while. It was in line with the social trends and changes in morals at that time, so it became widely popular, and now it has become the most representative It’s one of the dances of sex.”

Hermione led Loren in a swaying motion, deciding in her mind that there was no need to memorize this knowledge, just an impression.

"As a dance music with four or three beats, its basic steps are one step per beat and three steps per three beats per section, but there are also specific dance steps of two or four steps per section..."

"..."

Hermione automatically ignored the following words and continued to spin and slide with Loren.

Loren didn't hear Flamel's voice from beginning to end, silently keeping up with Hermione's rhythm.

They were immersed in the world of two people. One dared to teach and the other dared to learn. They both felt that the experience was good. It seemed that they vaguely heard Flamel saying angrily that their actions were wrong. After being angry for a while, they calmed down and began to talk without emotion. Point out their mistakes.

Listening carefully, it seems like it's just a vague hallucination. Anyway, the library is very empty. Maybe it's the echo of music, but who cares...

One song after another, an hour later, Hermione ended the dance class, feeling quite satisfied:

Well, the student is a good student and the professor is a good professor!

Loren also broke away from the immersion just now, turned around and looked, where was Flamel's figure——

Just say it was just an illusion.

…

A group of five people ate dinner slowly and leisurely.

Different from the buffet restaurant upstairs, this one is a paid customized set meal. You pay for the reservation three hours in advance. After confirming a few main courses, the service staff will note whether the customer has any taboos and will go to the banquet three hours later. .

Since it was the last night on the ship, Bates decided on this restaurant.

The melodious violin wafted out a soothing melody, causing the customers to lower their voices when chatting. The silver knives and forks made a slight crisp sound when they touched together. The bread and butter provided before the meal were mediocre. The appetizer was special cheese made from duck liver, bullfrog legs with parsley sauce, and a salad with fermented cheese. The main course was ribeye steak with red wine sauce, black truffle pasta... …

In short, by the end of the meal, everyone felt that the belt was a bit restrictive.

Walking out of the dining room, Bates and the Grangers rushed to watch the finale of Macbeth, leaving Loren and Hermione hanging out in the cabin.

Unknowingly, I walked to the outdoor teahouse again. There were no customers now, and there was only a small goose-yellow lamp hanging on the wall, so it looked clean.

The cool sea breeze carries a moist, salty smell. Fortunately, they have become accustomed to this smell in the past few days. The hull of the boat cuts through the sea, and the snow-white waves hit each other, making a rustling white noise.

Hermione raised her face slightly, breathing out the boundless night at sea happily. The noise and music in the cabin were mixed together, and after being blocked by the hull, they became very weak and somewhat distorted.

The girls felt as if they were in another world, and this world belonged to them alone.

Loren saw the gramophone on the counter. He waved slightly, and the needle automatically landed on the black vinyl disc. When the melody of the Blue Danube slowly poured out from the phonograph, he leaned slightly towards Hermione: "Beautiful Madam, can I ask you to dance?"

Hermione smiled and held out her right hand.

The 10,000-ton giant ship beat away the waves, and the faint light in the teahouse stretched and entangled the shadows of the two people, and the Atlantic Ocean became quiet.

…

In the evening, there was still half an hour before the theater ended.

Loren and Hermione sat opposite each other at the small round table on the balcony. He held his quill and looked down at his arithmetic divination homework. He looked very serious, but his perspective was slightly deflected, and you could see that his eyes were not focused at all, and he was obviously absent-minded. From time to time, he also showed a few strange smiles.

He smiled and suddenly stopped, raised his head and glanced at Hermione opposite him.

At this time, Hermione's little face was tense, and she was looking at her homework intently. Her expression was very serious, her brows were slightly furrowed, her eyebrows were slender, her eyelashes could be seen fluttering, her eyes were filled with sea water, and there were puckers under her delicate nose. lips.

Originally, the girl's lips were a little thin, showing some coldness in her delicateness, but now they are slightly red and swollen, and the coldness in her temperament has been completely dissipated. Even if she purses her lips and tightens her face, she still feels pretty and cute.

She said nothing, and Loren would probably have thought she was doing homework if she had ignored the quill, which had no ink on it at all.

Hermione stared at the letters on the paper. After looking at them for a long time, some of the letters became unfamiliar, as if she didn't recognize them.

After staring for a while, they slowly began to sway, and some even split into several, holding hands and began to sway, spin, and dance a waltz.

The slightly salty sea breeze filled her nostrils, which reminded Hermione of the experience she had just had in the teahouse. She shook her head vigorously, completely clearing the picture in her head, then raised her head and looked away from her homework, seeing the opposite side. The man who looked straight at him didn't even blink.

"..." Hermione tried to sound stronger, "What are you looking at me for?"

Loren's eyes lingered on her lips: "Enjoy the scenery."

Hermione was immediately frightened.

Loren stopped teasing Hermione and chuckled twice: "In addition to the International Federation of Wizards, when we get to New York, let's go to those famous attractions."

"What attraction?"

"The Statue of Liberty, Times Square, the Empire State Building, and the Golden Gate Bridge, which is always bombed in movies."

“There is no Golden Gate Bridge.”

"What?"

"The Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco..."

"Oh, you are so annoying, do you have to correct me?"

"..."