Rolf thought Margaery was going to dance with him, but to his surprise it was Hermione who suddenly spoke:
"Rolph, I...I want to invite you to dance, is that okay?"
Luofu looked at the girl with slightly red cheeks, nodded slightly and said: "Of course."
Margaery took Hermione's arm, spun her around in a circle, and then pushed her towards Rolf's arms.
Hermione almost tripped, but luckily she hugged Rove in time to prevent her from falling.
Margaery took away Gabriel who was reluctant to leave, then patted Rolf's butt like oil, winked and said:
"Rolf, I leave my dance partner to you... Tonight is Hermione's first time. She is inexperienced. You have to guide her slowly, be patient, be gentle, and enjoy it."
"..."
I don’t know why, but when Luo Fei heard Margery’s words, he always felt that something was strange... Are you sure you meant dancing?
A group of female students lining up were dumbfounded when they saw Luo Fu and Margery exchanging partners on the dance floor.
Not far away, Krum's face also became gloomy. He waited for a long time, just waiting for Granger to finish dancing so that he could invite her again... Damn it.
At this time, Rolf didn't pay attention to those glances, or in other words, he didn't have the energy to care about those glances at all. He was immersed in dancing with Hermione.
But even though his mind was tense and every part of his body was stiff, he almost surrendered under Hermione's fierce "offensive".
It's no exaggeration to say that, before he even played a quarter of "Lover's Waltz", Hermione stepped on his feet.
This was the result of Luofu evading several times in advance under the reminder of the spider sense, otherwise he would only be worse off.
Rolf finally understood that Margery's reminder just now was not a joke. Hermione was indeed a newbie when it came to dancing.
But facing Chu'er, even a veteran like Luo Fu couldn't stand it.
But Hermione was still blushing and tried her best to "quibble": "Rolf, I really know how to dance. I learned it from my mother. I'm not going to lie to you..."
"Hermione, I really want to believe you." Rolf sighed: "But how can I trust you with your performance? Ah~ you stepped on my toes again!"
Hermione quickly retracted her foot and apologized: "Yes... no... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..."
Rolf sighed again. He would rather face the witches waiting in line than be tortured by Hermione.
But Hermione didn't want to give up yet. She gently pulled on Rolf's sleeve and begged:
"Give me another chance, let's do this... Next, if I step on you again, I will give you one galleung. If I don't step on you for five consecutive dance steps, you will give me one galleung. How about that?
?”
Rolf smiled. There was no reason for him to refuse Hermione's gift of money.
"Come on." Luofu couldn't wait to say, "Let's hurry up and enjoy this wonderful dance time."
Hermione danced again confidently, but within two steps she stepped on Rolf's foot.
The young man looked at Hermione, she pursed her lips and said, "One galleon."
Rolf suppressed his laughter, hugged Hermione and swayed again, and deliberately made difficult movements. As expected, she got into a panic and quickly said again:
"Two galleons."
Not long after, she hummed again: "Three galleons~"
"Four galleons!"
Hermione then kicked more than a dozen times in a row, her momentum became weaker and weaker, and her voice became lower and lower, until finally it was so thin that even she herself could not hear it.
Luo Fe lowered his head and glanced at his shoes, which had turned gray. Fortunately, his magic could make the skin as strong as dragon scales, otherwise his feet would probably turn into pig's hooves tonight.
Hermione's eyes were a little red. She had indeed practiced dancing in private, but for some reason, when she actually danced with Rolf, she would be particularly nervous and lose control of her legs and feet, like a Down syndrome patient.
"Rolf, how about... you should change your dance partner?" Hermione finally said.
Rolf looked at the disappointed Hermione. He did not agree, but whispered:
"You are just too nervous. If you follow my rhythm next time, I will definitely be able to train you well."
Luofu slowly moved his arms downward from the girl's shoulders, "Don't tense your body so tightly, like a log... Drop your shoulders, relax your waist, lift your hips upward, and spread your feet apart."
Looking at Rolf who was teaching seriously, Hermione felt a sense of trust inexplicably deep in her heart. She calmed down and began to follow the boy on the dance floor, spinning step by step.
The two of them moved very slowly, and Rolf held Hermione's body with his hands and led her to move slowly.
When Hermione stepped on Rolf again and looked at him apologetically, the young man always gave her an extraordinarily gentle smile and comforted her: "It's okay, come again."
Hermione nodded solemnly and began to dance following Rove's footsteps again, taking every step very carefully for fear that she would accidentally step on his foot again.
The two danced like this, and after two songs, Hermione was finally able to gradually keep up with Rove's dance steps and no longer stepped on his feet.
Hermione danced better and better, and the skirt of her skirt flew on the dance floor with her steps.
The dance music slowly reached its climax, and the reciprocating sounds of piano and cello slowly began to play. Rove let go of Hermione's body and let her start spinning.
One lap, two laps, three laps...
Hermione's blue skirt bloomed like a flower in the middle of the dance floor, and the transparent gauze floated up.
When the dance ended, Hermione stopped panting and said excitedly: "I seem to have learned it."
"Yes." Luo Fe nodded with a sense of accomplishment.
But what Hermione said next made the boy's expression suddenly freeze.
"Rolph, I just counted it. I didn't step on your foot for three hundred steps. You owe me sixty galleons."
"..."
Hermione laughed. She suddenly stood up on her tiptoes, leaned forward, and bumped Rolf's head hard with her forehead. She said with a blushing face: