r18novel Chapter 294 Memories of Nurmengard
Chapter 294 Memories of Nurmengard
Chapter 294 Memories of Nurmengard
"First and foremost, adopt the correct posture! This is very important!"
"Secondly, maintain balance!"
"Finally—stand up straight, Miss Hamilton!"
"Hmm!"
The usually bustling banquet hall in Nurmengard was unusually quiet at this moment, except for Vida Rozier in a purple dress and a silver-haired girl in a dress.
"Are you really a wizard, Miss Hamilton?" Vida stared at the girl who had fallen to the ground again, her eyes wide. "Or are you some Muggle who's in disguise?"
"I—I am a half-breed Veela—"
"Are you arguing back?" Vida frowned slightly.
"I'm so sorry!"
Why----
Looking at the creature lying motionless on the ground, Vida sighed helplessly—what had she done to deserve having to teach Miss Hamilton to dance?
Looking at that lump of stuff, she was furious and stomped her foot angrily: "Stand up, Miss Hamilton!"
"Hmm!"
The girl hurriedly got up and then made a wobbly dance preparation move.
"As a wizard, and a pure one at that—well, anyway, as a wizard, learning to dance is a required course," Vida said, emphasizing each word as he circled the girl.
"Clatter".
Her wand tapped the girl's arm: "Lift it up a little higher here!"
"Okay—okay—"
"Louder!" Vida knocked again. "Isn't it just the two of us here?"
"Or have you degenerated to the point where you can't even have a conversation with someone?"
"If that's really the case, then I'll have to learn the language of magical creatures."
"No—no—"
"sound!"
"No—no!" the girl shouted, clenching her fists.
"What's the action?" Vida tapped her hand with his wand, causing the girl to loosen her clenched fist in pain.
After circling around once more, Vida nodded slightly: "Okay, hold this preparatory stance—and then begin the first section—"
"Left foot first—don't you know left and right?" Vida took a deep breath, watching the girl who had made a mistake on the very first move, and held back—he absolutely had to hold back from turning her into a slug—
No, that won't do—it's just too difficult, Lord Grindelwald.
Vida looked up at the clock on the wall; the hands had already reached midnight.
"That's enough, Miss Hamilton," she said, shaking her head.
"Phew—" Hearing her say that, the silver-haired girl immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then carefully bent down and said, "Um—then I'll go back first—"
"Wait a minute." Seeing her turn to run away, Vida immediately called out to her, "Do you know you only have one week?"
"You'll be coming with us to a ball between pure-blood wizarding families in a week," Vida said, emphasizing each word. "Are you planning to embarrass Lord Grindelwald at the ball?"
"No—no." The girl shook her head immediately upon hearing the last few words: "I—I just—"
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"Can I—can I not go?" she asked cautiously.
"Maybe—" Vida said, then paused, "or maybe not."
"It depends on your ability," Vida said slowly. "If you're just hiding in your room studying magic arrays all day—then you absolutely have to participate."
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Looking at the silent girl, Vida sighed softly.
Since there was no real decision to attend the banquet, and there wasn't even a banquet scheduled for next week—this was just a lie by Vida to get Miss Hamilton to come out for a walk every day.
The reason was simple: a few days ago, when Vida opened her room door, she saw a half-breed Veela who was so hungry she was dizzy and could barely walk.
Unless she is given a firm order, she will never leave the room.
If she were to die inside one day, Lord Grindelwald would certainly not be happy—Veda covered his head, thinking that this must be the reason he had let her out to train.
Absolutely, right?
"I suddenly feel a little sorry for your dance partner at your graduation prom." After a long silence, Vida slowly said, "How did he manage to dance with you?"
"—" The girl pursed her lips in silence, then lowered her head and whispered, "Um—um, I don't have a dance partner—"
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Vida pursed her lips. How could she not have thought of that? — The only people willing to dance with her, besides madmen, must be people who are hopelessly in love.
The premise is that she can actually attract someone who likes her —
Hmm—it seems there really is one.
Remembering something, Vida shook his head and said, "That was back then."
"Now that you've joined the UMNO, things are different. People will want to dance with you from now on."
"Is this really... really true?"
Looking at the surprised girl, Vida shook his head: "Besides that, you also need to be prepared to dedicate yourself to Lord Grindelwald's cause, in case Lord Grindelwald needs you to become partners with a wizard from a pure-blood family someday."
"Is this alright for you?"
"Companion—companion—partner?!" Looking at the girl's exaggerated reaction—her face flushed and even the tips of her ears trembling—Vida frowned slightly: "Such a dramatic reaction—"
"No one will want to be your partner."
"That's wonderful!"
What are you so happy about?
Vida resisted the urge to cast a spell on her and slowly said, "Anyway—"
"You must learn social dance, social etiquette, and normal communication skills here."
Do you understand what I mean?
"Um—" Hearing Vida's words, the girl trembled and asked softly, "But—but aren't we witches—wizards?"
"Do you need to practice spells?" Vida paused and said, "If it weren't for the fact that you have some ability in this area—"
"I suggested to Lord Grindelwald long ago that he get rid of you."
"I'm sorry—I'm sorry!"
Vida sighed as he watched the girl apologize again.
"Alright—it's getting late. Would you like something to drink?"
"Um?"
Seeing the somewhat surprised girl, Vida pursed her lips and said, "Just drink some milk."
She gently waved her wand, summoning a glass of milk that had somehow been heated from the fireplace, poured it into a cup, and handed it to the girl.
"Thanks----"
He even stammered when he said thank you.
Although she knew about her past, this appearance still made her quite dissatisfied—of course, this dissatisfaction was directed at many people.
On one hand, there's Miss Loila Hamilton herself, so useless and weak, a real parasite—and on the other hand, there's Durmstrang.
The only contribution this lousy academy made was training Lord Grindelwald, and even expelling him—otherwise, it did nothing good.
Although the UMNO supplied the most wizards, most of these wizards were cruel—while the UMNO's cause was not endorsed by most high-minded individuals, it was certainly not a terrorist attack—
Those Durmstrang graduates are the most difficult to manage within the UMNO party.
And then this academy ruined such a genius—Vida looked at the girl who was sitting comfortably in a chair drinking milk, and even smiled foolishly because of it, and pursed his lips.
If she hadn't turned out like this—she would probably be an amazing wizard, right? After all, her father was a genius—and she was too—even much better than her father.
If it weren't for those scumbag wizards—
She can at least take care of herself now—instead of needing me—
Wait a minute—it must be because of Lord Grindelwald, right?—If she were to die or something, Lord Grindelwald wouldn't be happy.
It has nothing to do with other reasons.
Vida frowned and shook his head.
"W-what's wrong, Ms. Vida?" The girl seemed to have noticed something and asked in a low voice, "Is something—something bothering you?"
"None of your business." Vida's cold reply startled the girl, causing her cup to tremble and spill a few drops of milk.
"Clean the floor up in a bit," Vida said slowly as he walked out of the banquet hall. Halfway there, he suddenly remembered something and turned back: "And your mouth."
"Clean it up too."
"Okay—okay."
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