Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 594: Foot pain

Albert finally failed to get Fred, George and Lee Jordan to give up the idea of ​​​​entering the secret passage. Looking at the three backs that disappeared in the depths of the secret passage, he silently sighed: Sure enough, Gryffindor There is never a shortage of adventurous people in the academy.

After the three left, Albert Apparated directly back to Mogg's house. As soon as he crossed the street, he saw Isobel who was still training his Apparition.

It's just that Isobel's face was a little pale, and the Apparition training 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 dizzy and want to vomit."

"Otherwise, rest for a while." Albert suggested: "Anyway, it's still a long time, we can do other things first. And...the way you are now, it's not very efficient to practice Apparition. "

"Well, you're right."

Isobel looked at Mog who was walking towards him and agreed with Albert.

From the initial failure to the present, Isobel has initially mastered the use of Apparition.

Actually, Mr. Mogg didn't expect Isobel to completely master Apparition on the first day. As long as Isobel can learn Apparition in advance and practice hard for the next three months, he will definitely be able to pass easily. Apparition exam.

As soon as the three entered the house, the house-elves brought a basin of hot water for them to wash their faces, and then a hot drink to quickly restore their body temperature.

Ha!

Albert stretched out his hand to cover his yawn and wanted to sleep in a warm and comfortable environment in winter.

"I've got your gowns ready." Mr. Mogg asked the house-elves to fetch them.

"The dress?"

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

Actually, if it weren't for Albert being too young and coming from a Muggle family, these problems shouldn't have been handled by Mr. Mogg.

Albert from the Muggle world wants to fully integrate into the wizarding world and needs to make some adjustments in some aspects to reduce future troubles.

Although the Wild Smith family is not a group of 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.

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

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

Mogg actually wanted to laugh at this, probably no one was more qualified to mock them than the Wildsmiths.

More than the purebloods, their circle is the elite of the wizarding world.

After all, there is no ceiling in that circle, and the height is all based on ability.

However, Mog didn't know that elites or not elites were meaningless in front of the open-minded Albert.

When the opponent is a pressure, no matter how pure the blood is, it is meaningless.

Mogg quickly put his mind aside and began explaining to Albert what to watch out for when attending a wizard's banquet.

And then, dance.

Albert is really weak when it comes to dancing.

Well, he didn't learn to dance.

The house-elves put an old vinyl record player in the corner of the hall.

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

"Muggles are way ahead of wizards in this regard," Albert groaned.

"It's normal." Mogg was noncommittal. "Muggles are developing very fast, wizards are a lot slower in this regard, which is actually related to the convenience of magic."

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

"I'm only interested in Muggle music, especially music that has been around for hundreds of years. Even if I don't have a high appreciation for this, I think it's really good."

"That is the precipitation of history, and the art that can be passed down will never be out of date." Mog waved his wand and cleared a space for the two of them to try dancing to the music.

"That..."

Isobel can't actually dance.

Mrs. McDoug spent most of her time in the hospital and didn't have time to teach the McDoug sisters to dance.

"Let's learn together." Albert said with a smile, "I can't either."

Speaking, he put his hand on Isobel's waist, the other hand squeezed the other's hand, and began to dance to the music.

"You should put your arm on his shoulder, yes, and just go around in circles slowly like that."

Then...they nearly fell.

Albert stepped on Isobel's foot, who nearly brought him down.

"It sucks!"

If it wasn't for Albert's good balance, he would have fallen into a ball just now.

Fortunately, this is not a banquet, otherwise it would really become everyone's laughing stock.

Mr. Mogg taught them the most common dances ~IndoMTL.com~ and they were more than enough for most banquets.

"You should focus on one of them." Mr. Mogg reminded, "It doesn't matter if you move slowly until you are good at dancing. At least you can let both parties finish a song together."

The two need to dance with extra care to avoid stepping on each other's feet or tripping their dance partners. Albert was still stepped on five times during the song, which is especially painful in winter.

With the help of Mr. Mogg's incompetent teacher, dance finally appeared on his skill panel.

Finally able to hang up.

Albert directly raised the dance to the second level, and then by leading Isobel to dance with him, the frequency of stepping on each other's feet was reduced.

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

"You're learning so fast!" Isobel said softly, she was still slow just now, but now she has learned to dance.

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

"Okay, at least learn the most basic dances today, and then you can cope with that wedding in France." Mr. Mogue clapped his hands, "Go on after the rest, I don't think you want to be in front of others. Be embarrassed!"

"I regret that I promised you to go to the wedding." Isobel rubbed her feet. She was not very good at sports like most geniuses.

"Me too."

"There's no harm in learning to dance. You can always use it at a banquet," Mr. Mogg reminded. "You won't need to spend any extra time practicing dancing in the future."