novelhk Chapter 335 Rose Apple Tower
Chapter 335 Rose Apple Tower
Chapter 335 Rose Apple Tower
Only a god has enough energy to dance continuously for four hours.
Gradually, the initial frenzy of rushing in passed, and everyone controlled the rhythm. They would take a break, pay attention to the person they were interested in, and when both parties were free, they would stand up and invite someone to dance.
The tables that Dumbledore had pushed to both sides and the guest of honor seats were now filled with drink jugs and cups, as well as some cakes, puddings and other small desserts to replenish energy.
Alison sat back at the guest of honor seat and forked up a beautiful French rose apple tart, which was made by rolling layers of red apple slices into a double-petal rose shape.
The sweetness of honey, the fragrance of apples, the wheat aroma of the toasted bread, and the milky aroma of butter intertwine and bloom in the mouth, it is a complete taste enjoyment.
…Well, French desserts are still okay.
But that's just dessert.
Her hand hesitated for a moment, then brushed past the grape juice that was probably stomped out by the house-elf's feet, and poured a glass of orange juice.
……
After a while, Dumbledore and Grindelwald also wanted to take a break and sat back in the guest of honor seats.
Obviously, there was no chance that the little wizard would invite them to dance, so they both prepared to eat something with peace of mind.
Grindelwald ordered a small plate of fish sandwiches, but didn't rush to eat it. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Alison, squinting his eyes with curiosity.
Alison felt uncomfortable being stared at by him: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Don't you think you're a little out of place?"
He pointed at the plate in front of Alison, on which the densely packed French rose apple tart had been mostly eaten by Alison.
We had already had dinner, and in order to avoid showing our belly while dancing, no one would eat that much dessert.
The old devil really wanted to send away this child who disturbed their world, otherwise he would not care whether Alison went dancing or eating.
"…Is the stomach connected to the Vanishing Cabinet?"
Talking about sweets, Alison leaned on Dumbledore cheerfully: "Sweets fall into another stomach!"
She inherited her love for sweets from Dumbledore, which is a family inheritance. The two of them are absolutely in agreement on this point.
Bee father and daughter, belongs to yes.
Dumbledore also praised the French rose apple tart, obviously agreeing with Alison's words.
"..."
Grindelwald was silent.
Okay, you and your daughter are both of the same character.
The red-haired little wizard drank orange juice and looked out the window at the large lawn in front of the castle.
It has now become a glowing cave - fairies live there and emit light.
Roses grew wildly among the bushes, covering the winding paths with rich decorations, dotted with stone statues of reindeer and Santa Claus, and fountains with splashing and sparkling water...
Under the bright moonlight, everything seems dreamy and beautiful.
Alison briefly couldn't understand why wizards would celebrate the Muggle religion of Christmas.
Thinking about it later, maybe the important thing is just to celebrate the festival.
Just like now, there is a reason to relax in the year and let everyone get together and have fun.
Some of the guys who had finished dancing had already slipped outside to breathe some fresh air and admire the moonlight.
The dense, dark green bushes have concealed the crimes, conspiracies, and love in the original novel...
However, now, Karkaroff and Snape, two wizards whose style is not quite right for fairy tales, are not here.
There were really only pairs of wild mandarin ducks left in the rose garden.
Ah, it’s great to be young and still feel the sting of love.
The red-haired little wizard's expression gradually became strange as he looked at the rose garden outside, with an evil look as if he wanted to play a mischievous trick.
There must be a lot of wild mandarin ducks hiding in the bushes. If we go and scare them, we can drive them all out in a panic...
It should be quite beautiful to scream...
Dumbledore noticed her subtle expression, his eyelids twitched, and he immediately guessed what was in this naughty child's mind. He silently covered her eyes with his warm and dry palms to physically block out the bad ideas.
The wizarding world has a low birth rate and is very closed. How many people met their destined other half during their seven years of campus romance at Hogwarts?
It is better to demolish ten temples than to destroy a relationship.
If you disturb other people's love relationship, you will be struck by lightning!
"Put away your bad intentions. Today is Christmas—even for just one day—so be a good child, okay?"
Grindelwald devoured the last piece of fish sandwich on his plate in a few bites, leaned back in his chair, and his tone contained a hint of gloating.
"What are you going to do?" He raised his eyebrows with interest, and seemed eager to try. "Let couples roll out in the snow in a mess?"
Dumbledore felt a splitting headache when he heard these two bastards coming up with the same ideas for pranks.
Is this my blessing or my sin?
He sighed, and used a little force with the hand that was covering Alison's eyes to turn the naughty girl's face back to prevent her from looking out the window and having any bad ideas.
"Don't mess around!"
The old principal tapped the naughty boy's forehead gently as a warning.
Then he glared at the other over-age kid through his half-moon glasses with his bright, sharp blue eyes.
Feeling the condemnation in Dumbledore's eyes, Grindelwald raised his hands in surrender, indicating that he was innocent.
It wasn't his idea, it should be blamed on the idea guy next to Al.
If you use a move too much, it will be useless! Dumbledore was unmoved. He glared at this guy coldly, then turned to look at Alison again.
Alison also showed an innocent expression, blinking her eyes and looking at her father, her face full of innocence and cuteness.
Dumbledore rubbed his aching forehead and warned again in a stern voice.
"Today is Christmas, not Halloween, so just be nice."
Alison then took advantage of the situation and changed her target. She gave Grindelwald a provocative look, then looked at Dumbledore and acted coquettishly in a sweet voice with an excessive amount of sugar.
"Then Dad will dance with me~"
"Ahem." Grindelwald coughed a few times to draw Alison's attention away from Dumbledore. Then he stood in front of them calmly, looking down at them with a threatening look in his eyes, "Your father doesn't have the time."