Chapter 210 Christmas Ball (VIII)

When Gabrielle dragged Rolf back to the dance floor, the Weird Sisters had already started playing Ravel's "Peacock Dance for a Dead Princess".

Rolf put his arm around Gabrielle's waist, enjoying the music played by the guitar, double bass, accordion and banjo, while dancing, making a clacking sound on the smooth floor.

Gabrielle put her arm on Rolf's shoulder, and she whispered:

"Rolf, does your leg still hurt? If it hurts, I'll massage it for you. My massage skills are also very good."

Rolf suddenly remembered that Gabrielle had been learning to collect spider bristles from him before, and she accidentally broke two legs of the thick-skinned eight-eyed spider...

Thinking of this, Rolf hurriedly shook his head and said, "It's okay, my legs don't hurt anymore."

Gabrielle was quite disappointed that she couldn't show off her massage skills. She glanced at Shirley who was still resting not far away and asked:

"Hey, Rolf, Shirley and I are the same age now. Who do you think is prettier?"

This question was a bit self-deprecating. Even though Gabrielle was a mixed-blooded veela known for her beauty, there was still a big gap between her and Shirley tonight.

However, Rolf still answered with high emotional intelligence: "You two are both beautiful, but the emphasis of beauty is different, so there is no comparison."

Gabrielle snorted softly, obviously dissatisfied with Rolf's ambiguous answer.

At the same time, while Rolf was away, many male students came to invite Shirley to dance.

Gabrielle watched Shirley coldly reject invitation after invitation, but students still came in an endless stream, forming a long queue. She sighed softly:

"In just a few minutes, dozens of students have lined up. I just sat there for most of the day, and not so many people invited me. Obviously... everyone thinks Shirley is prettier than me."

Rolf thought Gabrielle was going to admit defeat, but she changed the subject and said:

"Shirley may be a little prettier than me, but I have a big advantage that she can never match."

"What advantage?" Rolf asked curiously.

"Height!" Gabrielle grinned: "I just compared it, and I am half a head taller than Shirley!"

After taking the growth potion, Gabrielle's body age is now fourteen years old, which is indeed much taller than Shirley of the "same age".

"I will definitely be as tall as Margaret in the future." Gabrielle said proudly: "I also have long legs."

"That's good." Rolf smiled.

"So..." Gabrielle blinked and asked shyly, "Rolf, what kind of high heels do you like? Stilettos, cones, wedges or horseshoes?"

Rolf couldn't keep up with Gabrielle's wild and unconventional thinking. He asked in confusion:

"Why did you suddenly bring up this topic?"

"I'm just preparing for a rainy day." Gabrielle said proudly:

"If you're not as pretty as Shirley, you have to give full play to your advantages in other aspects. Don't you like long legs and high heels the most? "

Rove's mouth twitched, and he asked, "Who told you?"

"Margaret came to see you several times, and I saw you peeking at her legs and feet." Gabrielle looked very observant, and snorted:

"I also asked Margaret specifically, and she said that you are a leg and foot control. When you were a child, you secretly touched her legs while she was asleep. Do you still want to deny it?"

"..."

Rove gritted his teeth. Margaret always ruined his image. When did he like long legs? Well... he likes them very much.

Gabrielle wrapped her arms around Rove's shoulders tightly, her little face flushed as she fantasized about the future:

"I am younger than Shirley and have longer legs than her. When I grow up, I will wear high heels of more than ten centimeters and swing my long legs in front of you every day... It will piss her off, hehe~"

"..."

Gabrielle held the mentality of "the advantage is mine" and pulled Rove to dance. Her dancing skills are really good, and her body is still very flexible, and she can do many difficult moves.

With the soft sound of the guitar, the two of them slid lightly on the dance floor, and soon a space was cleared around them, and the crowd could hear the admiration.

Parvati, who had returned to the table to rest, was watching this scene intently.

Her sister Padma came over and asked, "Sister, why don't you continue dancing with Potter?"

"There's nothing to dance." Parvati crossed her arms and crossed her legs. She looked at Harry beside her and said dissatisfiedly:

"Dancing with Harry is more interesting than playing with a stick by yourself."

"I'm going to invite Rolf to dance." Padma asked, "Sister, do you want to go too?"

"Isn't Rolf dancing with that Beauxbatons girl on the dance floor?" Parvati asked in confusion, "They have only danced for a few minutes, how can you invite them?"

"Start queuing up now, and you can send out the invitation when he comes down." Padma pointed to a place not far away and said, "Look, there are already female students queuing up over there. Wait a little longer, and the line should be at the door."

"..."

Parvati thought that she was idle, so she might as well try her luck, just in case Rolf agreed to her invitation.

She turned her head and asked, "You don't mind, Harry?"

"What?" Harry said, he was looking at Qiu Zhang and Cedric.

"Oh, nothing, you continue to sit here and stare at other women's companions, I'm leaving first."

After saying this, Parvati happily queued up with her sister.

This made Harry a little embarrassed. He looked away and suddenly saw Professor McGonagall. He hurried over and asked hurriedly:

"Professor McGonagall, have you found Ron?"

"I did." Professor McGonagall looked very bad. She said coldly: "He is attending the dance now."

"Attending the dance?" Harry raised his head in confusion and said: "Why didn't I see him?"

"Not here." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and said: "Attending the dance in the Potions Office."

"Potions Office?" Harry was surprised: "Why is Ron there?"

"You have to ask Weiss." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and said: "He invited Professor Snape to be his dance partner."

"This is impossible!" Harry shouted.

"Nothing is impossible." Professor McGonagall said, "Anyway, Professor Snape and Weiss are now in the Potions Office, practicing their dancing skills."

"There must be a misunderstanding here." Harry said, "I'm going to find Ron."

"Potter, I advise you not to go." Professor McGonagall warned:

"Professor Snape is very unstable right now. I'm afraid he will do something extreme when he sees you."

"You don't want to dance the waltz with Professor Snape and Weiss in the Potions Office all night, do you?"

"..."

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