The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

"Dancing with Neville, I guess it will be very interesting?" Hermione suddenly became interested when she thought of his clumsy appearance, and urged Macon, "Hurry up, let's go to the rescue."

The second dance of the party is about to begin. Most people have already found familiar friends to exchange their dance partners. They are waiting for the music to start, but they have not found a suitable exchange partner, and they are also trying to find them. However, there is obviously not much time left for them.

"Luna, I'm all to blame for this. I should prepare the dress for you." Neville, who seemed to be abandoned by the whole world, looked at her with an apologetic face. He had already asked several pairs of young wizards who came together, In the end all failed.

Few of the little wizards at Hogwarts would communicate with Luna, let alone dance with 'crazy girls' without dresses.

"Neville, don't worry, the harasser is running around, and something terrifying is approaching." Luna said very steadily in an ethereal voice.

"Okay, then let's wait." Neville scratched his head, he couldn't understand what the harassment was, and he couldn't understand if there would be something really scary, but Luna's words made him understand that someone would come.

"Hi! ~ Neville, do you mind exchanging partners with me?" Macon walked around behind him at Hermione's suggestion, and patted Neville who was looking around unexpectedly, and the other party nodded with a look of astonishment , and quickly shook his head.

"May, Macon? You, would you like to exchange dance partners with me?" Neville became nervous and stammered again, "I mean, I can dance with Hermione, dance?"

"Be confident, Neville, straighten your tongue, and invite her again, as long as Hermione is willing, of course." Macon patted him on the shoulder, signaling him not to be nervous, then turned and walked towards Luna.

"A terrifying monster is coming, ah, a harasser ran slowly and was eaten." Luna blinked and said solemnly.

"Would you have the honor to invite the beautiful Miss Luna to dance with the monster that eats the harassment?" Macon didn't mind the other party's clothes, and her peculiar way of thinking and speaking. He bowed slightly and stretched out to her. palm.

"I don't like dancing," Luna put her hand on Macon's palm, staring at him blankly, "There is no disturbance, it will be very quiet if you fly buzzing."

The music sounded, and the second dance started. Macon had just taken the first step, and quickly retracted before he touched the ground, because Luna's dance steps, not retreating but advancing, the speed obviously exceeded the slow three, and they were almost catching up It's almost three.

"Luna, we are dancing the waltz, at a slow pace." Macon put his palm a little above her waist, exerting a little force, trying to control her pace, but it was completely useless, she stepped on herself stubbornly. There is really no other way, he can only choose to give up and cater to the opponent's pace, because forcible control will only make the dance more rigid.

Macon, who originally thought that the second dance would be spent in Luna's messy dance steps, quickly retracted his feet. He was surprised to find that the pace of the other party who didn't care about the speed changed again. The slow three, slow four, and fast three had no reference. That kind of strange pace is completely arbitrary, where she thinks of, this girl jumped up, completely separated from Macon's side, and danced a long way away from him...

The second piece of music ended, and everyone returned to the rest area to rest. Hermione had been holding back her laughter ever since she took Macon's hand.

"Laugh as much as you want, it's not good for your health to hold back." Macon glared at her angrily.

"Ahaha!~I saw it all, I thought, I thought, haha!~" Hermione couldn't straighten up with a smile, her mind was full of Macon's embarrassing expression, "I thought you threw her out, The result is that they left you in the same place..., haha~"

Macon picked up a grape and stuffed it into her mouth, hoping to stop her smile, but Hermione buried her in his stomach even more. Even more powerful.

"My God! Ron Weasley! Your dance steps are the same as your muscles! They are so rude!" Padma walked over angrily, and Ron, Harry and Ginny followed behind in a panic.

"What are you? What happened?" Macon looked at Ron curiously, because Padma was referring to him by name, and as far as he knew, Padma was not an easily angry girl.

"He!~" Padma just sat down and heard Macon's inquiry, she stood up suddenly, pointed at Ron, and said angrily, "He said that he would accommodate me in the future, what happened? I felt like a rag doll when he danced with me. He danced around in the air at will. Others turned once, but I turned three times! Three times! The most annoying thing is that he didn't catch me!"

"When you first started," Ron raised the volume sharply, only to find that everyone was looking at him, and whispered again, "No, weren't you very happy, if you didn't fall..."

"Okay, you dared to mention the one I threw! You can't protect me even with a dance, what if I'm in danger in the future?" Padma didn't give him a chance to explain, and threw it out. Made a delivery proposition.

Macon smacked his teeth, the best answer is of course to admit his mistakes, and stop talking about something, but the other party is a little lion.

"The next time you are in danger, I will definitely protect you, so that you won't be unable to handle it again!" Ron blurted out without thinking.

Macon covered his forehead, Hermione stopped smiling, Ginny looked away, and Harry quietly gave a thumbs up.

"Ron!~" Padma screamed, as if rushing to die with him!

Ginny hugged her in three steps and two steps, and kept persuading her to calm down. Harry over there also realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly pulled Ron away. Watching her boyfriend and brother leave, she embarrassedly told Macon He greeted Hermione and helped Padma walk to the other side.

"It's so difficult for her," Hermione couldn't help but sighed as she watched Ginny leave. "None of Harry and Ron can rest easy."

"Aren't you the same? I've been worrying about them all day long. When the child is old, he should learn to let go..." Before Macon could finish his teasing words, the little witch rode on him and stuck his neck.

"I'm different, caring about them is just the kind of caring between friends, and I don't know why, all kinds of things will happen to them, no, it's Harry," Hermione let go and leaned on Macon's chest , as if trying to convince himself, "Maybe, after graduation, all these troubles will go away."

"I think you should be concerned about the troubles you are about to face now." The corners of Macon's mouth curled up slightly, and not far away, Professor Flitwick was walking step by step.

"Oh!~ It's nice to be young, didn't I bother you?" Professor Flitwick jumped on the chair opposite, looking at them with a satisfied face.

"Ah," Hermione let out a soft cry, quickly got off Macon, and said stiffly, "No, no, it didn't bother us."

"That's really great, I want to trouble you with something," Professor Flitwick said to them with some embarrassment, "I don't want to miss the third dance where I can choose my partner freely, their height...so , I would like to invite Miss Hermione Granger to dance with me."

"Oh~Professor, I have to say that your vision is really good." Macon echoed maliciously, with a narrow face.

Hermione's stiff body became even stiffer, and she turned her head to stare at Macon, the anger in her eyes was not concealed at all, and the meaning was very obvious - this is never over!