novelraw Chapter 170 Dance Partner 3
Chapter 170 Dance Partner 3
Getler Greenwald shot quickly after a moment of silence, and with a "bang", the avatar and body around Kleist exploded into pieces.
Kleist pouted and said unhappily, "You ruined my work!"
Getler Greenwald's eyes were sharp, and he slowly put down his hand holding the wand, full of anger: "You should know the reason, Miss Coburg!"
Kleist laughed suddenly. She restrained her expression, approached Getler Greenwald, held the photo in her hands and lowered her head, and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, sir, please forgive my rudeness!"
Getler Greenwald sighed, took the photo, turned slowly and walked to the bookshelf behind the desk, rummaged through it carefully, found a book that seemed very old, and gently stroked the cover of the book, With a warm smile, "I actually started to miss the past, it seems that I am really old!" After muttering in a low voice, he opened the book and put the photos in it.Then he closed it without hesitation, turned to look at Kleist, and he returned to his original state, as if the vicissitudes of the previous moment belonged to another person.
"Kleist, tell me, what's the matter today?" With a calm tone, it seems that he has adjusted his mentality.
Kleist sat back on the sofa again, flicked his wand boredly, and said, "We've cleaned up Clearbane Island, and we can build a castle of our own!"
Getler Greenwald tapped on the table, looking down in thought, "Really? Are you ready?"
"We're always ready."
Getler Greenwald nodded, "I will arrange for someone to do it."
Kleist and Getler Greenwald discussed the next work priorities, mixed with Kleist's occasional slanting, and the atmosphere was not bad.The matter with Getler Greenwald ended here, and Kleist returned to Hogwarts obediently.
As Christmas gets closer and closer, Hogwarts is filled with a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere. The previous dance partner competition has long since ended, and now the candidates are all in pairs, except Sirius Black and Ella. smith.Even if they became dance partners, it seemed that the relationship was not very close, and there was always a feeling of inseparability. Sirius Black stubbornly blamed all this on his cousin Narcissa Black.
As early as when they had just become dance partners, Narcissa Black stopped Ella Smith who was going to have lunch after hearing the news. Not many people knew what she said, but Sirius Black was the first to know the situation. Came over there and thought he had stopped Narcissa Black before Ira Smith could do it.
Ella Smith watched Narcissa Blake return home with a sneer, and said in a low voice, "Actually, it's not necessary. I didn't intend to do anything to her."
"No, I'm just worried that she will say something unpleasant." Sirius Black was actually afraid that Ella Smith would get angry, and then he would be unlucky.
"If I'm really only 16, I'll care." But sorry, I don't have to know the little girl.After finishing speaking, Ella Smith smiled nonchalantly and pushed Sirius Blake, who was a little dazed, to pull him into the restaurant, and found Kleist to sit beside her.
The little wizards chatted in low voices and ate lunch together, and now they wouldn't make fun of Kleist with the topic of the dance partner. It would be unwise to discuss this topic when everyone had almost found a dance partner.Compared with before, everyone started to feel a little worried. They didn't want Kleist to play alone.
Now everyone showed strong recommendation and help to Kleist's dance partner, even Principal Dumbledore personally asked Kleist if he needed help, but Kleist looked at him with a smile on his face the whole time. The weird smile made Headmaster Dumbledore, who had a lot to say, couldn't take it anymore, so he resigned early.Gradually, everyone saw that Kleist was always confident and indifferent, so they stopped paying attention to this topic.
And the little wizards are secretly guessing what kind of dance partner Kleist will bring out, but it is hard to predict, just like Severus Snape said, "Kleist's behavior is It cannot be deduced by common sense, I think we need to prepare a few more cardiotonic drugs."
There was still an hour before the Christmas ball. At this time, the Slytherin lounge was full of well-dressed young men and women. They looked up at the direction of the stairs from time to time. Now there was nothing they looked forward to more than Kleist's dance partner.
In his dormitory, Kleist put on his makeup, straightened his hair and smiled in the mirror: "Okay, it's time to find my partner for a dance!"
The big green forest at night was exceptionally quiet. Thranduil had just finished patrolling. Since the Battle of Erejan, they had patrolled their territory more frequently. Most of the time Kleist returned to Middle-earth was with him. Thranduil chased away malicious human cavalry or scattered orc squads around the woodland.Thranduil was walking back to his room, and when he passed the covered bridge, he took a look at Kleist's small flower hall, where there was a small chandelier that had been enchanted, and as long as night fell, it would emit a faint light.Thranduil smiled slightly as he looked at the orange light, and felt the map in his pocket getting hot.
Thranduil quickly took it out and looked it up. The map of Thranduil was reset by Kleist several times, and the location indicated became more and more detailed.Thranduil stared at the location of Kleist with wide eyes, feeling a little unbelievable, he suppressed the joy surging in his heart, put away the map and strode towards his bedroom.
Thranduil looked up at his bedroom, the room that was supposed to be dark was lit up, he didn't know why Kleist ran into his room, but this feeling was very exciting.He pushed open the half-closed wooden door, adjusted his expression, and walked in slowly.
"I think you should know that this is my room!" Compared with Kleist's small bedroom, Thranduil's is bigger, but now, Thranduil is standing at the door of the bedroom and looking at the little bedroom in the living room. The figure in front of the cabinet said in his usual slightly mean tone.
Kleist turned back, smiled and pursed his lips and said, "What's the matter, I think this will become my room one day."
Kleist's blunt words were full of jokes, but the intimate tone had another meaning.
Thranduil was a little dazed, he was speechless by Kleist's bluntness, his ears felt a little hot.
He looked at Kleist, who was busy in the distance, and found that she was very special tonight.The original loose hair was tied up, leaving only one strand on the chest. The bright green dress with silver trim was very short, only reaching above the knee, and under the bare calf was a pair of silver leather shoes with pointed heels.
"Did you witch wear weapons on your feet?"
"Yeah, you can trample to death anyone who has bad intentions against us." Kleist also stomped the ground with his heels in cooperation, showing a smirk at Thranduil.
Thranduil glared at Kleist, thought to himself as a stinky girl, loosened his collar, coughed lightly to release his somewhat dry and itchy throat, took off the sword and soft armor he was wearing, put them on the hanger next to him, and walked Approaching Kleist, watching her back with an unconscious smile creeping up the corner of her mouth, the tight-fitting dress outlined a graceful figure, his little girl finally began to mature.
"What are you doing?" Thranduil noticed that Kleist had placed a strange thing on the low cabinet, like a huge metal flower, and Kleist was holding a black lacquer in his hand. round plate.
"This is a phonograph." Kleist put the record in, and a dance song played slowly.
"Another wizard's bauble?"
"No, this is my family's collection, I'll borrow it for use."
Thranduil raised his eyebrows, "So you came to my bedroom at night to listen to music?"
Kleist stepped forward, put his hand on Thranduil's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Of course not, I'm going to a dance later."
Thranduil took half a step back and looked at Kleist, his gaze swept over her gloved arm, he shook his head, "Participating in a dance, that's not okay." After saying that, Kleist turned around and walked into the room. in the bedroom.
Kleist narrowed his eyes and stared curiously in the direction of the bedroom, thinking whether to follow him in, when he saw Thranduil coming out holding a box.Kleist smiled and said, "Looks like I have new jewelry."
Thranduil stretched out his hand and said, "Give me your hand."
Kleist stretched out his left hand, Thranduil looked at Kleist's dark purple fingernails, and patted it lightly, "Not this one."
Kleist had no choice but to extend his right hand again.Thranduil put the jewelry box on the low cabinet, and took off Kleist's gloves.After looking at it for a long time, he turned his eyes away and took out a glove with a unique shape woven with white gemstones from the box. The transparent silk was inlaid with white gemstones, and its patterns fit the purple scars on Kleist's hand. , especially on the back of the hand, a leaf-shaped pattern was collaged with small light green gemstones, which just covered the scar.
Kleist raised his hand, watching carefully, "It's so beautiful. Thank you, Searle!"
Thranduil twitched the corner of his mouth indifferently, "You have a lot of gems, but you never thought of making them into jewelry."
"I don't have you!"
Thranduil stared at Kleist and pursed his lips, "Aren't you still going to the dance?"
Of course, Kleist knew about Thranduil's little awkwardness, so he walked forward with a smile and said, "Before that, I want to dance with the person I like. I wonder if His Highness Thranduil would appreciate it?"
Thranduil looked at Kleist's shining eyes and the corners of his smiling mouth, reflected the gorgeous red lips in his heart, took Kleist's hand unconsciously, and said with a smile: "I don't I will dance your dance."
"I'll teach you." Kleist put one of Thranduil's hands on his waist, ignoring his somewhat stiff body, and then took his other hand to support his shoulder, leading him With the rhythm of the music, it began to move slowly, and with the ups and downs of the music, Kleist let go of Thranduil and spun it along his fingertips before falling back into his embrace.
They stared at each other affectionately, their brows were affectionate, and the pleasant smile on the corners of their mouths never faded. Thranduil's grasp of the rhythm became better and better. All of a sudden, I fell in love with this kind of dance that elves don't have.This pas de deux, which required tacit understanding and love, fascinated him. He stared intently at Kleist spinning around him, and even the air was filled with a charming fragrance.
At the end of the song, the two were still unsatisfied.Kleist took Thranduil's hand and led him to sit on the bench by the window, leaning on it with his arms around him.
Thranduil kissed the top of Kleist's hair, glanced at the square table next to him, and found two quilts for wine and a strange bottle on it.
"What is this?"
Kleist stretched out his fingers and moved, and the two glasses of wine floated up. Thranduil took one, sniffed it lightly with the tip of his nose, then raised it up to look at the light, nodded and said, "It looks good. Where did it come from?"
"Private collection of a friend who has never been in the past, try it!" Smiling, he raised his wine glass and clinked it.
Kleist was not interested in the wine, she put it down after a sip, watched Thranduil finish the wine in the glass, and asked with a smile: "How does it taste?"
"not bad."
Kleist reached out and stroked Thranduil's face, looked into his eyes, and whispered softly: "Really? I want to try it again!"
Thranduil chuckled, "You're not..." Kleist blocked his lips before he finished speaking.Kleist inserted his hands tightly into Thranduil's hair, forcing him to raise his head, and forcefully straightened his upper body to suppress him, kissing him with all his might.
Thranduil was a little surprised at first, but Kleist did what he always wanted to do but didn't dare to do, he obeyed his heart, didn't resist, but hugged Kleist.
This is not a kiss that is tasted, but a hope from the heart, but this kiss is very short, Kleist suddenly opened his eyes, and said with a smile in the corner of his eyes: "I should go, brother! I wish you a happy life." What a sweet dream!" After kissing, the corners of his eyes quickly disappeared in a burst of white light.
Thranduil looked at Kong Kong's embrace, touched the corner of his mouth, and scolded with a smile: "What a bastard!"
At the same time, in the Slytherin lounge, everyone looked at the bedroom on the second floor, which had been quiet for a long time, and was a little anxious. Matthew McConaughey looked helpless at the two people who were still interested in playing cards, and decided to go out on his own. He folded an origami crane out of letter paper, let it knock on Kleist's door, and urged her to hurry up.
Kleist shouted to the door: "Don't worry, it will be ready soon!" Standing in the dormitory and looking at her palm, she suddenly had a brilliant idea.
The author has something to say:
Bishop of Cadiz: "Who took my collection of gramophones and records!"
Getler Greenwald: "What bastard stole my wine collection!"
Kleist: It's me, it's me, it's me!
Ps: In my setting, the heroine is a very active person, but I am afraid that the writing will not be good, so I write her as a female hooligan!Like this one, it's embarrassingly written.