days at Hogwarts

Chapter 395 Today is also Professor Granger

On the sea, a luxury ship is slowly crossing the Atlantic Ocean.

The speed of the Queen Elizabeth 2 is not slow, but this is the open sea without any islands. The land can be used as a reference. If it were not for the white waves and foam that proved that they were sailing away, tourists might suspect that they were stopping in place.

On the second day after boarding the ship, the ship had been off duty for more than ten hours. Loren began to feel that the scenery on the sea was dimming. The cheerful and transparent feeling at the beginning gradually faded away, leaving only boring and boring, as if there were no supplements. Like whole wheat bread.

Except for the bar and casino, which prohibits minors from entering, there are very few places for recreation on the ship. There is a small swimming pool and a small playground in the atrium of the cabin, but Loren thinks that the water in the swimming pool is too dirty and the things in the playground are too childish.

The Grangers and Bates were very interested in opera and often cheered for it, but Loren and Hermione were not that old yet and they just found adults boring.

If there's any consolation, it's that the restaurants on the ship are pretty good, especially the after-dinner ice cream.

At the open-air tea seat in the atrium of the cruise ship, melodious piano music sang softly, accompanied by the gentle sea breeze, and sometimes unnamed seabirds flew past the tea seat, attracting young girls and elegant ladies to rush to raise the bread in their hands.

There are always people who think that maybe they prefer French fries with ketchup to bland bread.

After a while, the seabirds left, the outdoor teahouse calmed down, and the guests resumed talking about the excitement on the dance floor in the cabin last night.

Loren pondered for a moment: "I have a question."

"Ok?"

She looked intently at the arithmetic divination homework in her hand. The amount of homework assigned by Professor Victor was not easy even for the top grader.

"No, just curious."

But it seems different now.

It seems like a great secret has been discovered.

"You know a little bit."

Hermione stared at him and suddenly grinned, her eyebrows arched in laughter.

Her writing suddenly stopped, as if she noticed something very interesting, she raised her head and said with a narrow smile:

Loren looked at her in surprise: "You can actually dance!?"

"Have you been thinking about this since dinner last night?"

"Ok?"

She just has a lazy personality, otherwise she would definitely not be number one in the grade.

Loren took a sip of the caramel latte in the cup and looked across.

Loren lowered his head to drink tea.

In Hermione's eyes, Loren was a genuine genius. Whether it was transfiguration, alchemy, potions, or financial investment, there seemed to be nothing Loren could not do. Even though she had recently discovered the magical power of the Book of Fantasy, she felt that she could not keep up with Loren.

"Any questions?"

Hermione said as she wrote down a row of formulas in her notebook and began to think about which one to use for calculations——

"Can you dance?"

Hermione's brows furrowed slightly, and her fair face was slightly tilted, looking worried.

Hermione closed the pen cap and notebook, straightened her back and looked serious like a professor:

"Actually, I'm not good at dancing either. But starting from the kindergarten graduation dance, I went to all kinds of dances with my parents. I saw more and became better at it."

"A lot of dances?" "A lot!" Hermione nodded sullenly, and couldn't help but complain when she mentioned this, "Kindergarten graduation dance, parents' colleagues and friends' birthday dance, promotion dance, Christmas dance, wedding There was a bachelor's dance in the past, a new house dance when moving... In short, there were dances for all kinds of things.

“You can’t read books or watch documentaries at the dance, you can’t eat big food, and you can’t talk too loudly. When I was a kid, dances were so annoying to me.

"But my parents didn't worry about me being alone at home, so they always took me with them..."

Hermione's complaints suddenly stopped. She glanced at Loren quietly and regained her professorial style: "Although I spent most of the time watching, my father also invited me to skip. I know a little bit about both waltz and jazz. Teaching You can still do it."

She raised her chin, and her clear voice was filled with pride: "How about it, do you want to learn?"

Loren's expression was complicated, and her heart was even more complicated.

I have never learned these things in my two lives. I thought that the lonely Miss Granger was as novice as him, but it turned out that she was also a big shot.

But if I don’t study now, next semester I will...

Thinking of this, Loren nodded slowly and said calmly: "Let's give it a try."

Hermione couldn't control the smile on her face, stood up, held her notebook in one hand, picked up Loren with the other, and ran to the room.

The adults are all watching "Macbeth" in the theater now, so they are the only ones in the whole guest room. Hermione asked Loren to sit down on the sofa, and she stood beside him like a professor and explained:

"Starting with the waltz, this is the most commonly used and representative dance. It-"

Hermione's explanation suddenly got stuck. She subconsciously wanted to start with the origin, development, extension and other historical aspects of dance. However, in the final analysis, she could only barely be said to be proficient in it. She didn't know much about this aspect. His practical experience was fishing in troubled waters on the dance floor with Wendell.

Although Wendell's colleagues and friends praised him, they were just polite.

Hermione glanced at Loren secretly, feeling that she had not revealed her secret yet, and immediately waved her hand: "These are not important, I will dance with you a few times and you will be fine!"

"Is this so..."

Loren looked at her dubiously.

Hermione didn't say anything, but stretched out her hand to pull Loren up, and waved her wand to move all the sofa furniture in the living room to the wall, creating a spacious open space.

"I'll teach you the most basic grip first, like this..."

Hermione placed her hands behind his armpits to demonstrate, then placed his right hand behind her at the bottom of her left shoulder blade, held his arm with her left hand, and raised his other hand slightly with her right hand.

Loren blinked.

It was a little different from what he thought about wrapping his arms around his waist. It was slightly higher, soft and bouncy, and his breath was filled with the faint fragrance of Hermione, which made him unconsciously distracted.

"Then it's the square step, pay attention to your step..."

Hermione opposite was rejoicing at the progress of her teaching, and had not paid attention to classroom discipline at all, causing a certain student's mind to not focus on teaching at all.

"...Finally, we look at each other face to face, and that's the end!"

After a dance class, Hermione's forehead was already slightly sweaty. She rubbed her sore arms and looked at him expectantly: "How's it going? Did you learn it?"

"Not at all." Loren said simply.

Hermione looked at him, her little face full of confusion: "How could it be possible? Men's steps are much easier than women's steps, and I only teach basic movements..."

Professor Granger began to recall his teachings, and finally attributed the problem to not practicing enough, and pulled Loren to continue practicing.

Although the teaching quality is average, the teaching experience is excellent.

An anonymous student spoke highly of it.

(End of this chapter)