Chapter 595： Feet hurt

Chapter 595: Foot Pain

After all, Albert couldn't let Fred, George and Lee Jordan give up the idea of ​​venturing into the secret passage. Looking at the three figures disappearing deep into the secret passage, he silently sighed: Sure enough, Gryffindor House has never A person who lacks risk-taking (seeking death).

 After the three people left, Albert apparated directly back to Mog's house. As soon as they crossed the street, they saw Isobel who was still training on Apparition.

 It’s just that Isobel’s face is slightly pale, and the training in apparation has obviously brought a lot of burden to her.

Albert looked at the pale girl and asked worriedly: "Are you okay?"

Isobel took a deep breath of cold air and suppressed the discomfort in her stomach. "I feel a little dizzy and want to vomit."

"How about taking a rest first." Albert suggested: "It's still a long time anyway, we can do other things first. And... in your current appearance, practicing Apparition is not very efficient."

 “Well, you’re right.”

Isobel looked at Mog walking towards this side and agreed with Albert's opinion.

From the initial failure to now, Isobel has initially mastered the use of phantom appearance.

In fact, Mr. Mogg did not expect Isobel to completely master Apparition on the first day. As long as Isobel could learn Apparition in advance and practice well in the next three months, she would definitely be able to pass the Apparition exam easily. .

 After the three people entered the house, the house elf immediately brought them a basin of hot water for them to wash their faces, and then brought them hot drinks to help them quickly restore their body temperature.

ha!

 Albert stretched out his hand to cover his yawn, wanting to sleep in the warm and comfortable environment in winter.

 “I have prepared your gown.” Mr. Mogg asked the house elf to bring the things.

 “Dress?”

Albert opened the package and found that the dresses of both of them were very ordinary. There were no fancy decorations, but it could be seen that the workmanship was exquisite and the grade was not low.

 In fact, if Albert was not too young and came from a Muggle family, Mr. Mogg should not help solve these problems.

Albert, who comes from the Muggle world, wants to fully integrate into the magical world. He needs to make some adjustments in some aspects to reduce future troubles.

Although the Wildsmith family is not in the same group as the pure-blood supremacists, there is such a thing as class everywhere, and the necessary style is still indispensable.

 At least, don’t make yourself look out of place.

There is no way, the Ministry of Magic is still dominated by pure-blood supremacists, and most of the important positions are held by their people.

Most pure-blood supremacists even consider themselves to be the elite in the wizarding world.

Mog actually felt very funny about this. There was probably no one more qualified to laugh at them than the Wildsmith family.

 Compared to other pure-blooded people, their circle is the elite of the magic world.

 After all, there is no ceiling in that circle, and height depends entirely on ability.

However, Mog didn’t know that being elite or not was actually meaningless in front of the cheating Albert.

When the opponent is weak, no matter how pure the blood is, there is no point.

Mog quickly put away his thoughts and began to explain to Albert what to pay attention to when attending the wizard's banquet.

 Then, it’s dancing.

 Albert is really weak when it comes to dancing.

Well, he never learned to dance.

 The house elf placed an old vinyl record player in the corner of the hall.

 After putting down the disc, a slow, sad song came out of the speakers, but the sound quality was terrible.

 “Muggles are far better than wizards in this regard.” Albert complained.

“It’s normal.” Mog was noncommittal. “Muggles are developing very quickly, while wizards are much slower in this regard. This is actually related to the convenience of magic.”

Isobel hummed the song softly and said, "I quite like the songs of the Weird Sisters."

“I am only interested in Muggle music, especially music that can be passed down for hundreds of years. Even if my appreciation in this area is not high, I still think it is really good.”

“That is the sediment of history. Art that can be passed down will never go out of style.” Mogg waved his magic wand and cleared a space for the two of them to try to dance to the music.

"that…"

Isobel actually can’t dance.

Mrs. McDougal was busy in the hospital most of the time and had no time to teach the McDougal sisters to dance.

 “Let’s learn together.” Albert said with a smile, “I don’t know how to do it anyway.”

As he spoke, he put his hand on Isobel's waist, squeezed the other person's hand with the other hand, and started dancing to the music.

 “You should put your arm around his shoulders, yes, and then slowly spin around in circles like that.”

 Then...the two of them almost fell down.

 Albert stepped on Isobel's foot, and the latter almost brought Albert down.

 “It’s really annoying!”

If Albert's balance hadn't been good enough, he would have fallen into a ball just now.

 Fortunately, this is not a banquet, otherwise I would really have become the laughing stock of everyone.

Mr. Mogg taught them the most common dances, which were enough for them to handle most banquets.

“You should let one of you take the lead,” Mr. Mogg reminded. “Until you become proficient in dancing, it doesn’t matter if you move slower. At least it will allow both parties to dance together for one song.”

The two of them had to dance very carefully to avoid stepping on each other's feet or tripping their partner. During the song, Albert was stepped on five times, which was particularly painful in the winter.

 With the help of Mr. Mogg, a less competent teacher, dance finally appeared on his skill panel.

 Finally able to cheat.

Albert directly upgraded the dance to level two, and then by using him as the leader and leading Isobel in the dance, the frequency of the two parties stepping on each other's feet was reduced.

 At least, he is less likely to step on Isobel’s feet.

“You learn so fast!” Isobel said softly. Her movements were still slow just now, but now she actually learned to dance.

"Learning to dance is more troublesome than learning other things. I didn't expect it to be so expensive." Albert couldn't help but joked.

"Okay, today you must at least learn the most basic dance, so that you can cope with the wedding in France." Mr. Mog clapped his hands, "Let's continue after the break. I think you don't want to embarrass yourself in front of others. !”

“I regret agreeing to go to the wedding.” Isobel rubbed her feet. Like most geniuses, she was not very good at sports.

"Me too."

“There’s no harm in learning to dance, you can always use it at banquets.” Mr. Mogg reminded, “You don’t need to spend special time practicing dancing in the future.”

 (End of this chapter)