Harry Potter Reborn

Harry's cabin.

Dancing was a skill Harry didn't know at all.

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

So Harry looked at Zhang Qiu and Hermione with a depressed and sad expression: "It's so shameful. I have mastered so many magics in vain, but none of them can help me learn 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 of you knows what to dance at the ball?"

Both men shook their heads.

"Hey, no, I suddenly remembered that I actually know a little bit." Harry's eyes lit up.

Then he called a set of standard times and said with satisfaction: "How is it?"

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

Hermione was lying on the sofa, laughing so hard that her belly was broken. She wiped her tears and said, "Harry, you must not do this. I'm worried that everyone will just laugh and the dance won't be possible."

It’s started.”

There was a flash of light and Astoria came in.

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

Hermione said with a smile: "Your brother, he is a warrior. He needs to dance the first dance with his partner at the Yule Ball, but he can't dance at all..."

Astoria pressed her fingers on her dimples, raised her head slightly, and thought: "But I know how to do it. My mother has taught me many kinds of dances, so I can teach my brother..."

"Ah..." Harry had a look of surprise on his face, he picked up Astoria and spun around twice, and said, "Astoria, you are really my little angel."

Astoria smiled happily.

Hermione was quite disappointed. This was Harry's last chance to embarrass himself, and it would be difficult to encounter him again.

Harry kicked the wall, and a door suddenly appeared.

Inside the door is a bright and spacious dance room with mirrors on all sides. A noble golden piano is placed in a corner. No one is playing the piano, but the keys are beating, and sweet music slowly floats out.

Harry and Astoria stepped inside.

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

Harry: "(ω)"

Unexpectedly, he, a magic genius, would also have a difficult day.

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

"Okay." Anyway, Harry could only do as he pleased.

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

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

"I have been fascinated by my brother for a long time." Astoria said.

"Brother, let's get started." Astoria leaned closer to Harry.

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In the living room.

Zhang Qiu and Hermione looked at each other in confusion as they listened to the conversation coming from the room.

"Brother, your hands are not like this. You have to hold my shoulders, not my waist. Hmm... don't move around... Why... why did you run ahead again? Hmm... brother..." Astori

Ya's weak voice seemed to be pleading.

Hermione said angrily: "I guess Astoria will be disheveled when she comes out."

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

Then the two of them said in unison: "Beast."

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

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

"Not yet, I'm just getting started today, I need to practice more," Harry said.

Astoria's face turned red: "Brother, let's continue teaching tomorrow."

"This is the only way." Harry said with "shame and self-reproach".

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The next day, everyone knew about the Christmas ball.

The students are looking for suitable dance partners.

Those under fourth grade have a hard time because they are not allowed to participate, but if the other partner is above fourth grade, they can.

So it happened: a curly-haired girl in the third year of Hufflepuff House had the courage to invite Harry to the ball with her.

Harry was a little surprised. He thought that he had already established the image of "cold and ruthless" in every girl's heart. Harry was very moved and refused.

He still doesn't know who to choose from Zhang Qiu and Hermione as his dance partner, so why would he look for someone else.

The girl walked away, looking hurt.

Saturday.

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

"Why are you starting to pester me again?" After rejecting two girls, Harry said troubledly. It was really distressing to have so many girls coming to him incessantly.

Seeing Harry's irritated look, Hermione looked relieved: "This is because they have a legitimate reason again. This is the Yule 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 completely mastered the waltz in just a few minutes on the first day.

Why do you still pretend that you haven't learned it? He feels that when Astoria's little face is teaching him dance seriously, it is very pleasant to eat her tofu at this time. Is this reason okay?

Maybe Astoria had already noticed it, because except at the beginning, Astoria would correct Harry's steps.

Next, the two of them just hugged each other as they pleased, and walked back and forth freely in the huge dance room.

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

On Saturday night, Astoria finally announced Harry's departure.

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

Hermione also deliberately said: "We are not fools like Harry, we can learn quickly."

Astoria was about to agree when Harry suddenly said with a self-sacrificing expression: "Merlin said that if the master has something to do, the disciple will do it for him."

"Teacher Astoria, leave this little thing to me." Harry was willing to take on this important task.

"Okay." Astoria said with a smile. She thought it was interesting that her brother called her teacher.

Hermione and Zhang Qiu felt uneasy, feeling that they were about to bite the bullet.

"Two beautiful ladies, what are you waiting for? We are going to start learning." Harry walked into the dance learning room with a positive attitude.

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

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

Harry put his hands everywhere except the right place.

He also said with a good name: "Hermione, have you learned it? The operations I just demonstrated to you are all wrong, so the only one left is the correct one."

Harry is such a good teacher, he also knows how to draw inferences from one instance and prove by contradiction, which is great.

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

Then came Zhang Qiu.

Zhang Qiu's body stiffened quickly, and then softened. His body temperature seemed to have risen a few degrees. Zhang Qiu was unwilling to take another step no matter what.

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

"Okay, you've learned almost enough anyway, so you can practice with Hermione, I'll be there to guide you."

Ballroom dancing is a ceremonial dance. When dancing, a woman's face turns to the left and a man's face turns to the right.

However, Hermione and Zhang Qiu are both girls, so they don't need to be so distant, so they look more pleasing to the eye.

"Wait a minute," Harry said.

"What's wrong?" Hermione said.

"You need to get closer," Harry said.

"Is that so?" Hermione pressed her body against Zhang Qiu's.

"No, it needs to be tighter..." Harry said.

Hermione was puzzled and hugged Zhang Qiu tightly, squeezing 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 both looked at Harry: "Is this so? But it's too close."

It's too late to say it, but it's soon.

A camera suddenly appeared in Harry's hand.

"Click."

The intimate scene between the two was captured on film.

Because the two have been dancing for a long time, the two people in the photo are dripping with sweat, their faces are flushed, and their hair is wet with sweat and stuck to their delicate cheeks, which is extremely tempting.

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 tried 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.

"Um...Hermione, I'm going to take a shower, do you want to come with me?" Zhang Qiu said shyly in a low voice.

Hermione nodded slightly: "Yes, we all blame that bastard Harry."

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