Chapter 650 Christmas Ball (8)
When Gabriel took Rove back to the dance floor, the Weird Sisters had already played Ravel's "Peacock Dance for the Dead Princess".
Rove put his arm around Gabriel's waist, and while enjoying the music played by the guitar and double bass, accordion and banjo, he took a dance step and made a sound on the smooth floor.
Gabriel put her arm on Rove's shoulder, and she asked in a low voice:
"Rove, does your leg still hurt? If it hurts, I'll rub it for you. My massage skills are also very good."
Luo Fu suddenly remembered that Gabriel had learned from him to collect spider hairs before, and she accidentally broke two legs of the rough-skinned eight-eyed spider...
Thinking of this, Rove quickly shook his head and said, "It's okay, my leg doesn't hurt anymore."
Gabriel regretted not being able to show off her massage skills. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Shirley, who was still resting not far away, and asked:
"Hey, Rove, Shirley and I are the same age now, who do you think is prettier?"
This question is a bit self-defeating. Even though Gabriel is a mixed-race Veela known for her beauty, she is still far behind tonight's Shirley.
However, Rove still replied with a high EQ: "You are both beautiful, but the emphasis on beauty is different, so there is no way to compare."
Gabriel snorted softly, obviously dissatisfied with Rove's ambiguous answer.
At the same time, while Rove was away, many male students came to invite Shirley to dance.
Gabriel watched Shirley coldly reject invitations one by one, but the students still kept coming, so that they formed a long queue. She sighed softly:
"In just a few minutes, there were dozens of students queuing up. I just sat for a long time, and not so many people invited me. Obviously... everyone thinks Shirley is prettier than me."
Rove thought that Gabriel was going to admit defeat, but who knew that she changed the subject:
"Shirley may be a little prettier than me, but I have a big advantage that she can't match no matter what."
"What advantage?" Rove asked curiously.
"Height!" Gabriel grinned, "I just did a comparison, and I'm half a head taller than Shirley!"
After taking the growth potion, Gabrielle is now fourteen years old, which is indeed much taller than Shirley's "same age".
"I will definitely be about the same height as Margaery in the future." Gabriel said triumphantly, "I also have long legs."
"That's good." Rove smiled.
"So..." Gabriel blinked and asked shyly, "Rove, what kind of high heels do you like? Stiletto, tapered heel, wedge heel or horseshoe heel?"
Rove couldn't keep up with Gabriel's unconstrained and unconstrained thinking at all. He wondered:
"Why did you bring up this topic all of a sudden?"
"I'm planning for a rainy day." Gabriel said proudly:
"I'm not as good-looking as Shirley, so I have to give full play to my advantages in other aspects. Don't you like long legs and high heels the most?"
The corner of 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." Gabriel snorted with a perceptive expression:
"I also specifically asked Margaery. She said that you are a leg control and foot control. When you were a child, you secretly touched her legs while she was asleep. Do you still want to admit it?"
"..."
Rove gritted his teeth, Margaery always ruined his image, when did he like long legs, well...he liked it a lot.
Gabriel wrapped her hands tightly around Rove's shoulders, her little face was flushed, imagining the future and said:
"I'm younger than Shirley, and my legs are longer than hers. When I grow up, I will step on high heels that are more than ten centimeters, and swing my long legs in front of you every day... I am mad at her, hehe"
"..."
With the mentality of "I have the advantage", Gabriel danced with Rove. Her dancing skills are really good, her body is still very soft, and she can perform many difficult movements.
With the soft sound of the guitar, the two of them glide lightly on the dance floor, and soon there is a space around, and the admiration from the crowd can be heard.
Parvati, who had returned to rest at the table, 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 about." Parvati crossed her arms and crossed her legs. She looked at Harry at the side and said dissatisfiedly:
"Dancing with Harry is more fun than playing with a stick by yourself."
"I'm going to invite Rove to dance." Padma asked, "Sister, do you want to go too?"
"Isn't Rove dancing with that Beauxbaton's female student on the dance floor?" Parvati wondered, "The two of them only danced for a few minutes, how did you invite them?"
"Let's start queuing up now. After he comes down for a while, he will be able to send out invitations." Padma pointed to not far away and said, "Look, there are already female students queuing up over there. It's time to line up to the door."
"..."
Parvati thought that it doesn't matter if she is idle, she might as well try her luck, in case Rove agrees to her invitation.
She turned her head and asked, "You don't mind, do you, Harry?"
"What?" said Harry, who was watching Cho Chang and Cedric.
"Oh, it's nothing, you continue to sit here and stare at other people's female companions, I'll go first."
After Parvati finished speaking, she happily lined up with her sister.
This made Harry a little embarrassed. He looked away, and suddenly saw Professor McGonagall, and hurried to meet him, asking in a hurried voice:
"Professor McGonagall, have you found Ron?"
"I found it." Professor McGonagall looked very bad, and she said coldly: "He is attending the dance now."
"At the dance?" Harry looked up in confusion, "Why didn't I see him?"
"Not here." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips: "At the dance in the potion office."
"Potions Office?" Harry asked in surprise, "Why is Ron there?"
"You have to ask Weasley about that." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and said, "He invited Professor Snape to be his partner."
"That's impossible!" Harry exclaimed.
"Nothing is impossible." Professor McGonagall said, "Anyway, Professor Snape and Weasley are currently in the potions office, discussing their dancing skills in depth."
"There must be a misunderstanding," said Harry. "I'm going to Ron."
"Potter, I advise you not to go." Professor McGonagall warned:
"Professor Snape's mood is very unstable now, I'm afraid he will act aggressively when he sees you."
"You don't want to waltz all night in the potions office with Professor Snape and Weasley, do you?"
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