dmims Chapter 336 Sneaking away
Chapter 336 Sneaking away
Chapter 336: Sneaking
Dumbledore, with a little embarrassment, silently withdrew his hand that had been raised to accept the invitation.
He originally thought that since Alison didn't invite him to the opening dance, she would probably want to dance a waltz with him afterwards.
Dumbledore had indeed been prepared for this.
But now that Grindelwald has messed things up...
If someone outside of your relationship invites your partner to dance, your partner will indeed ask for your opinion as a courtesy, but this is usually just a formality...
Forget it, this is his marriage partner, his first love, his confidant...
Be patient!
Over there, Alison glared at Grindelwald, and felt that he was simply taking advantage of her. "You guys have already finished the first dance, why don't you let me dance with Dad?"
Grindelwald formed his fingers into claws, slowly half-raised the glass to his lips, took a sip of butterbeer, and spoke in a leisurely voice.
"Because your father is going to drink with me later - we made an appointment in advance, and there is no extra time for you."
Dumbledore behind was stunned. He didn't expect his lover to say that.
He did promise Gail that they would have a nightcap together after the Yule Ball to relax.
But does dancing and drinking conflict with each other?
It only takes three or four minutes to dance, so just do it when you have time.
This was obviously just Gail's excuse for not wanting him to dance with Alison, and she used it in a domineering and perfunctory way.
It's over. Alison is going to be mad.
Sure enough, Alison ran away feeling aggrieved, and dragged the confused Harry to dance in the distance.
The devil didn't even have the courtesy to ask Harry for his opinion, he just picked up the tool and dragged him onto the dance floor.
"Alas! I, I..."
Harry was drinking his drink in a depressed mood, but he couldn't help but glance at Qiu and Cedric who were drinking butterbeer and chatting and laughing on the other side.
In fact, he never tried to invite Qiu because he couldn't muster up the courage.
Apart from the fact that he was nicknamed "the boy who lived" because of his mother's sacrifice during his infancy when he had few memories, and that he participated in levels assigned by professors with his companions in his first year as if it were a family game, and had a face-to-face encounter with Voldemort, and that he was pretty good at playing Quidditch, there was really nothing worthy of praise from his senior classmates.
Qiu was a grade higher than him, beautiful, an excellent seeker, and very popular...
Sure enough, the dance partner she was looking for now, or boyfriend? Cedric was the captain and seeker of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team - with a high nose, black hair, gray eyes, outstanding elegance and gentlemanly demeanor, he completely met all the stereotypes of Hogwarts, a boarding school and an ancient British castle.
The little wizard with black hair and green eyes was heartbroken. When his love started to stir, he fell in love with someone else's official partner and tasted the bitterness of love alone.
Ginny, who was invited to be a dance partner but was ignored, couldn't laugh either. She also felt a little bitter about love.
She knew clearly that people usually invited each other to be dance partners among acquaintances, and they just shared the fun among themselves to add to the liveliness of the dance party.
The reason she became the dance partner of Harry, whom he had always admired, was purely because of the relationship between her brother and her family. Harry, who had no dance partner - because of his heroic behavior in confessing his love to Snape the Bat, before everyone forgot about it, it seemed that no girl was willing to pay attention to this guy with suspected unique tastes - thought she was a younger sister who wanted to attend the Christmas dance, so he just brought her here as a companion.
Just as the two were caught up in a complicated and strange plot of you love me, I love her, Alison suddenly appeared and interrupted the scene.
Poor Harry had no idea what was happening. He just felt dizzy and had no idea what was going on, then he was dragged by Alison to dance.
Harry was led around for several circles, feeling dizzy. Fortunately, due to the practice before, he instinctively did not step on Alison's feet, otherwise he suspected that he would be cursed. Before Harry could ask Alison what she wanted to do this time, he found that Alison was gone.
The tall, beautiful girl suddenly blended into the environment like a chameleon. She could still be touched, but could no longer be seen.
And soon, there was no way to touch him anymore, so Alison simply abandoned the tool man.
"...?!"
Disillusionment spell? On the dance floor? What's the purpose of this?
Fortunately, they had reached the edge of the dance floor, near the foyer, and no one was paying attention to the lonely tool Harry.
Harry didn't care about his groggy brain caused by his previous love affair. His IQ was online now, and he took the high ground and looked at Dumbledore and Grindelwald.
Well, the two professors were still drinking and didn't notice...
So Alison was going to sneak away as unnoticed as possible?
He glanced at the beautiful rose garden outside and felt a little tempted to take a breath.
Why not call his good brother Ron, leave the dance floor, and take a walk...
When the black-haired little wizard turned around and looked back, he found that Ron was still dancing with Hermione, also with a blushing face.
The single dog suffered critical damage.
I'm tired. Let's destroy this world full of pink bubbles.
He instantly lost all interest in sneaking out to play and enjoy the night view, and dejectedly went back to drinking butterbeer to pass the time.
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After Alison was driven away, Dumbledore glanced at Grindelwald with his clear blue eyes that sparkled in the candlelight and were slightly intoxicated.
Grindelwald chuckled and ordered a glass of mead specially provided by the professors and pushed it over: "Isn't this good?"
Dumbledore was too lazy to argue with Silver Tongue because he would not be able to win anyway.
But it's time to drink some more wine.
He picked up the wine glass and swallowed the mead. The sweetness of the honey flowed down his throat into his stomach. The slight intoxication from the alcohol made him relax instantly, and he leaned lazily against the back of the chair.
Half drinking and half chatting, he took the time to look up and saw that Alison, who had been dancing with Harry, was gone.
It was obvious that the naughty kid was pretending to be angry, but he was actually still determined to take the opportunity to sneak into the rose garden and play a prank.
The old principal moved his cervical vertebrae in distress, closed his eyes to relax, and prepared to stand up and arrest someone.
"Al..." Grindelwald grabbed his wrist and rubbed the skin of his wrist, with a little subtle grievance and cunning, "Don't worry about her. You promised to accompany me. Just take a good rest on Christmas Eve."
Dumbledore paused.
The warmth from his wrist made him unable to ignore it, and he couldn't bear to reject someone.
He couldn't help but sigh and sat down again.
"...I hope I won't hear any screams from over there that might disturb Christmas and the fairies."
It’s not that he couldn’t grab Alison by force to prevent her from disturbing other people’s relationships.
But just as he didn't want to hear the screams of Christmas, the old principal also didn't want to see his daughter's aggrieved face on such a beautiful night.
He sincerely hoped that Alison could have a happy Christmas...
Just like his happy childhood which has faded away and can never be recovered.
At Christmas time, Percival and Kendra would indulge themselves in watching the three siblings playing and fighting...
Of course, like many parents, after indulging their children in mischief, they still can't help but get angry when they see the consequences of their children's mischief.
But that is a story for the future. At least it is quiet now.
Be quiet for a minute, just one minute.
If he couldn't hear it, then Alison wasn't in trouble.