My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Everyone can burn.

On this much-anticipated night, Myrtle made everyone remember these words in their minds. This little-known young witch really turned into a burning flame in the center of the dance floor.

Together with her dancing partner Nelson, Myrtle quickly conquered the dancing peers around her with skillful movements.

Tonight’s Myrtle took care of herself specially and asked Dean Sykes to help herself with makeup. She took off her glasses, and the budding girl finally had a blooming posture, even familiar Nelson was a little strange.

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

The pulsating flame in the crowd is like a bright meteor in the dim starry sky, making judgments high and low, but dance is the art of expressing and venting emotions, so how can there be high and low differences?

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

With the continuous progress of dance music, they have also attracted more and more people's attention.

McGonagall, who had been standing in the shadow of the door watching the dance silently, showed an enviable look. She sighed, turned around, and prepared to leave.

"Wait, Minerva."

A shrill voice stopped McGonagall from leaving.

She turned around, empty in front of her.

"Sorry, Felius, I didn't see—"

McGonagall lowered his head and saw the short stature of Flivy. He wore a blue dress robe with lotus leaf lace today, which looked much taller than before.

"It's okay, Minerva, you know, I'm used to it." Flivy raised her head and looked at McGonagall with a smile. "Since you are here, why don't you go up and jump? I remember, you like it very much. dance."

"I…"

McGonagall was at a loss for words. 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 with flowers, and the vibrant red was especially bright on the already bright dance floor. Eyes, the exciting dance music came to an end, and it also ushered in the most exciting climax.

Nelson stretched his body, stretched himself into a full moon-like bow, stretched his arms, and the Myrtle in his arms rotated away from his embrace under the traction of his whole body strength, and the hem of the red dress was the same under the action of centrifugal force. A blooming rose, and Nelson is her toughest vineman.

Myrtle clicked on her toes, opened her arms, and walked away from Nelson in a gesture of embracing the world. When the two of them stretched their arms and were about to separate, Bob on the high stage tore off his suit and waved his arms vigorously. Under his command, the band burst out with a tsunami-like drumbeat.

At this moment, Nelson squeezed Myrtle’s hand tightly and exerted force. The whole person leaned back like losing the center of gravity. He dragged the still spinning Myrtle back. Under Nelson’s strong pull, Tao Myrtle’s body was tight due to the pain, but she overcame the pain in the next second. This movement had been rehearsed countless times in the previous few days. With the pulling force, Myrtle stood on her toes and moved towards the opposite of what she had just done. The direction turned back to Nelson's arms.

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

The crowded dance floor fell into silence for a while.

The dancers held their breath and became the best audience.

Myrtle folded her arms on her chest, closed her eyes, and leaned against Nelson's chest in a praying pose. The bright red dress seemed to be immersed in the rotation just now, unable to extricate herself, and she refused to fall for a long time. The fair skin was reflected in a translucent pink, like the climbing trumpet creeper in bloom, and it was very bright.

After a few seconds passed, Nelson remained motionless like an oak tree. As everyone recollected the amazing dance, the musicians on the stage smiled. Under Bob’s command, all the instruments went into battle. The ending is more turbulent than the stormy waves!

Myrtle opened her eyes, Nelson bent her knees slightly, and embraced her abdomen with both hands. Then, his body was as tight as a cheetah, and all the power he had accumulated over the years of carrying weights instantly exploded. Under the attention of the audience, Nelson exerted his waist and abdomen, opened his arms, and threw Myrtle into the air.

In a state of total weightlessness, Myrtle stretched her body, completely gave up maintaining her balance, and handed her safety to her dancing partner. She mobilized her muscles and turned in the air by the inertia of her rotation when Nelson was thrown away. The crimson dress was opened, and the body, the skirt and the movement were perfectly combined. This group of radiant flames burst into a more dazzling light tonight. At this moment, she is no longer a rose or a sky, but Proudly standing branches, like a raging fire, in the early spring, greet frost and Aoxue's kapok!

The audience who stared at this scene felt that perhaps they would forget today’s dance partner in the future, but they would never forget this scene—

Myrtle closed her eyes and felt the breeze she had caused by her body. It only took a few seconds to take off and land, but the short stay in the air seemed to have spent her life.

This time, Nelson did not seek the help of magic. He knew exactly what Myrtle, who was intoxicated with dance steps, wanted. He adjusted his movements. The next second, Myrtle, who lost his kinetic energy, fell heavily. His arms are bent.

Losing her balance, she almost overwhelmed Nelson. Nelson knelt on one knee and used this movement to make a small cushion. Myrtle's body was fully stretched. When Nelson stabilized her figure, her waist was bent back to the limit. , Her head almost knocked to the floor, just like the scene rehearsed countless times in the responsive room, her long hair was in full bloom on the ground, and for her tonight, it was just a small flower.

"boom!"

The band's chief drummer dropped the drumsticks in his hand and used a head hammer to plunge his head into a paper drum that hadn't been touched for several years.

The final drum beat announced the end of the song.

Watching this scene, Tom stopped, stood there, applauded heartily, in fact, when Bob conducted the band variation for the first time, the people on the dance floor stopped their own actions. Like a little fairy outside the castle, maintaining the basic dance steps, snuggling in pairs and watching the performance in the center of the dance floor.

The applause replaced the music and echoed in the auditorium.

Unknowingly, they made room for the two people in the center and drew a perfect circle around them.

Walburga, who was let go by Tom, may be the only person today who is not attracted by Myrtle’s dance. She raised her head, staring at Tom’s sculptural chin and bridge of nose, closing her eyes, and gently leaning her head on Tom’s shoulder. on.

But how keen is Tom's feeling! After feeling the discomfort in his shoulders, he shrugged and pushed Walburga’s head away. Walburga almost opened his eyes, wishing to pick up the knife on the dining table far away and stab it. The incomprehensible guy twice.

Not far away, Dumbledore, who was competing with Constance on his feet, stopped and voluntarily surrendered. Under Constance's suspicious gaze, he drew out his wand and pointed it at the starry sky dome.

The spotlight that Constance had imagined did not go down, but clusters of lavender flower bones emerged from all sides of the auditorium.

While breathing, these hard-growing flower bones showed a smiling face, 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, "The girl's name is Myrtle. ."

Dumbledore's phrase "Why do you know my students better than me?" Before it came out, the Myrtle in the center of the dance floor had already opened her eyes.

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

Seeing these flowers, I looked 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 or a soft Ling Xiao. The hot kapok, she is just one of the myrtle that grows wild and ordinary, which can only bear sour berries after a short flowering period.

"Nall, I'm tired," Myrtle whispered softly in the ear of Nelson, who was half-kneeling, with her violently undulating chest calming down, "Help me to my seat, okay?"

Without entangled with her name, Nelson used a slight force to lift up Myrtle who was about to lie on the ground. He deeply understood that some people might look ordinary, but he will always have a chance to bloom.

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

Myrtle, who had consumed almost all of her energy, could no longer move her legs. Nelson simply picked her up and walked to the seat on the dance floor.

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

"Gnar, you are the warrior tonight."

When walking towards the seats, the crowd consciously parted a road, and Tom on the side walked to Nelson's side and exclaimed.

But Walburga, who had been left behind, had to follow up in despair.

"Metel is the warrior tonight."

Nelson placed Myrtle on the chair and finally felt the soreness from his calves. This fatigue spread quickly throughout his body. He twisted his neck and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"You go play, don't stay with me here." Myrtle shrank on the chair, hugging her knees, and said softly.

Nelson looked around, just to see Christian who was trotting over here, nodded with relief, and after soliciting a glass of lemonade for Myrtle, he walked to the entrance of the auditorium with Tom.

Walburga glared at Tom bitterly, and sat beside Myrtle.

At the end of the song, there are not many people left on the court. Most people are holding wine glasses, just like attending an adult dance party, and start their own communication, although the wine glasses are filled with juice or drinks.

…

"Why don't you go dancing? I remember you liked dancing when you were in school."

Looking at Dumbledore who appeared to him ghostly and asked the same question as Flivy, McGonagall felt his ankle really hurt.

"Look, Nelson and Tom are here," Dumbledore tilted his head back. "This is the man who can dance the most tonight."

"I didn't prepare any clothes tonight."

"As the teaching assistant of Hogwarts Transfiguration, the actual teacher, Minerva McGonagall, who was rated as the youngest transfiguration master by "Transfiguration Today", can't she not make a skirt?" Nelson and Tom walked up to them and greeted the other two together, "Professor Dumbledore, Filius, good evening."

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

Flivy also expressed admiration for the dance of Nelson and Myrtle. In his words, "I may never see such a dance again in my life."

"This is all due to Mettle." Nelson shook his head.

"Your waist is incomparable to others."

Dumbledore blinked and slipped away like oil on the soles of his feet, as if he was saying, "Young people's affairs should be dealt with by young people."

"Minerva, do you want to dance?"

"Call me Professor McGonagall—" McGonagall didn't know how to refuse, just like a broken repeater, regaining his traditional performance.

She pursed her lips, her expression struggling, it was not that she didn't want to dance, as Flivy and Dumbledore said, her love of dance and Quidditch back then are well known.

"Nelson, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is not that I don't want to dance with you," McGonagall showed no emotion on his face, "It's just... I don't even want to walk on the dance floor."

"Minerva, it's not your temper to dare not face it. You have eaten together. Will you not even eat it in the future?"

Hearing Nelson's words, McGonagall's eyes instantly sharpened, and Flivy on the side hurriedly raised his hands up and said, "This is not what I said!"

But McGonagall gave him a fierce look, retracted his gaze, looked at Nelson, and resignedly said: "My last song hasn't finished yet, how can I dance a new dance?"

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

"Could you still change—" McGonagall was silent looking at the wand in Nelson's hand. After a while, she reached into her pocket and took out an old yellowed photo. This is a Muggle shot. Moving photos, in the photo, a young man wearing overalls and shirt is standing by the stables, touching the back of his head and looking at the camera with a sunny smile.

"Do you like to drink Shirley?"

McGonagall looked at Nelson holding up a wine bottle in surprise. A cloud of human-shaped water mist peeled off his body, and the fresh red wine in the wine bottle poured into it. Blinking his eyes, he was wearing the most popular style of tuxedo with a smile on his face. The young man appeared beside Nelson.

McGonagall stared blankly at the familiar and unfamiliar man in front of her. There were mixed flavors in her heart. Even himself, he probably didn't show such a sunny smile very close.

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

"Wilting..."

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