Chapter 840 Dance on the Lonely Tower
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Today is Christmas Eve.
A day one step away from perfection.
Daphne mustered up the courage to step into the tower.
See the person you miss.
It's like a fairy tale, where the princess and the prince meet.
Riddle lifted himself off Daphne's shoulder and flew towards the owl stand.
Basil still didn't throw the two troublemakers out. After wandering outside for a while, he came back. He flew to Riddle's owl stand and stayed next to it.
Black and white owls stay together.
When John saw Daphne, he was a little confused and asked, "Aren't you going home?"
"Christmas is coming."
Daphne stood there with her snowy red makeup and said, "I just want to come and see you."
After saying that, she explained in a panic, "Father is angry when Draco takes Astoria away."
John fell silent upon hearing this.
This seemed like something Malfoy could do.
On Christmas Day, he kidnapped someone else's daughter.
John sighed, "What do you think Draco can do to avoid being killed by Mr. Greengrass?"
"If he were dead," Daphne smiled kindly, "he wouldn't have been killed."
Well, it’s true that someone who is already dead cannot be killed a second time.
Snowflakes drift into the magic tower along the moonlight.
Seeing that Daphne was cold, John took off his coat and put it on Daphne.
"This place is not warm." John said, "Riddle is also afraid that you will be cold."
This woke Daphne up.
No wonder Riddle stayed by his side.
The owl that looks the coldest is actually the warmest.
Basil, for example, was heartless and completely oblivious.
Now that the guests are here.
John naturally wanted to entertain him.
He snapped his fingers, and a tea set popped up.
John conjured up a furnace for Daphne to keep warm.
Warm tea was poured into the cup and Daphne took a sip.
Just the right amount of warmth to warm your heart and soul.
The two of them sat in the empty tower, and John apologized: "I didn't prepare many snacks."
"No, that's fine." Daphne looked outside, she was wearing John's coat.
The moonlight hit her eyes and cast a veil on her face.
When John saw this scene, his fingers moved.
Daphne stood up and walked outside.
On the top floor of the Magic Tower, there is an exit overlooking the city.
She stepped on the falling snowflakes with her bare feet, and her eyes reflected the bustling scene of thousands of lights.
Leaning against the wall, she stared at the beautiful scenery.
"Is this what you saw?" she asked, as if talking to herself.
John nodded, looked over there, and said, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Beautiful indeed.
Whether it’s the scenery or the beauty.
Tom leaned into John's arms, his tongue lolling in a flattering smile.
John rubbed Tom's dog's head.
Seeing this, Riddle looked at Basil and then at Tom.
At this moment, Basil seemed to have completed communication with Riddle.
He jumped down from the owl stand, drew a perfect arc in the air, and flew past John.
Tom, who was supposed to be in John's arms, was grabbed by Basil and flew away as soon as he turned his head.
Tom blinked, somewhat unresponsive. Wasn't he in his master's arms just now?
Flying towards the stairs, Tom was thrown directly down by Basil before he could beg for mercy.
A dog turned into a ball from above and rolled downstairs.
Helmer's steps froze. He was going to find John.
But a black owl fell next to it, staring at it with its round eyes.
Helmer retracted his steps and had no choice but to hug his elder brother.
"John." Daphne, who was standing there, turned around as if she had made up her mind and called John softly.
John looked up and responded, "I'm here."
Standing under the cold moonlight, it was like a spotlight falling on the girl's beautiful skirt.
Snowflakes fell inside along the moonlight, and the girl took off her coat.
She stretched out her hand, just like the boy took the initiative to extend his hand every time.
This time, it was her turn.
"Come dance with me."
Daphne smiled peacefully.
She was like the moonlight shining into the dark magic tower.
She is also the warm furnace, dispelling the loneliness and coldness in it.
And John, that is the magic tower, that loneliness.
He looked at the girl under the moonlight.
Like her wand, the moon's darling.
An invitation is sent and requires a response.
A smile appeared on John's lips, and he stepped towards the moonlight.
Standing in front of Daphne, he was within easy reach of the moon.
He reached out and made contact with the inviting fingers.
The coldness passed from John's fingers to Daphne.
Warmth, however, passed from Daphne's hands to John.
Daphne took the initiative to hold John's hand and pulled him into the light.
Under the moon and snow.
Like one year at Christmas, they attended together.
That time John held Daphne's hand, this time he was the passive one.
"Hold my waist." Daphne's voice trembled slightly, but she still said it.
John moved one hand down and touched his slender waist.
At this moment, there was a little more turmoil in his heart.
A stone was thrown into the silent lake.
At this dance, there were only two owls and two protoss as spectators.
There is no music, because everything in the world is playing for them.
Dance, steps, hands.
Rotating to show beauty, Daphne is as light as a canary.
But the canary should not be imprisoned in a cage.
With smiles on their faces, they had their own dance party under the moonlight.
Helmer was very interested. He was in the corner with Hector and started dancing like the two of them.
However, the protoss were short-handed, and the dance between the two guys quickly turned into a fight.
Riddle couldn't bear it anymore and slapped the noisy little guy away.
They immediately behaved like well-behaved babies.
Basil's sharp eyes saw Tom preparing to climb the last three steps.
He flew over and kicked Tom in the head who had just reached the last step.
Tom didn't even have time to see his master dancing before he rolled down again.
It is estimated that only this dog can withstand being kicked twice in a row.
The wizards out there weren't about to rest.
They gathered in front of the largest screen.
Christmas trees were erected in the shops along the street.The wizarding city, covered in white, is full of lively atmosphere.
Their cheerful music played and they sent blessings to their Witch King.
The singing class holds the toad and sings for this upcoming Christmas.
In the werewolf community, children gather together.
The adults sang the praises of the Witch King on this day. They thanked the Witch King for the fairness and the food he gave them.
The two brothers Chudai and Zuo Fei stood together, looking at the innocent and cute smiles of the children with doting attention.
Looking back at the house, it seemed like I could see old Jack looking at me the way he used to.
"Come on, kids, we're going to the Central Square and counting down to Christmas together."
Zoffie showed her childish side, cheered, and took the lead to the central square with the children.
Lupine and Tonks held the baby together and kept up with the community.
The Weasley household was equally lively.
The twins encouraged their family to go to the central square.
Ginny and Ron also took a break from work and returned home.
The whole family set off towards the central square in great numbers.
Under the huge screen in the central square, the gathered wizards watched the clock on the screen move towards zero.
They started counting down.
10、9、8、7……3、2、1......
0!
Christmas bells are ringing and fireworks are lighting up over the Wizarding City.
The dance on the magic tower came to an end at the same time.
Daphne looked up at John and said, "Merry Christmas, John."
John chuckled, "Merry Christmas, Daphne."
Merry Christmas, everyone.
The face is so close, amidst the sound of fireworks and countless blessings.
Daphne had imagined a day like this many times.
This relationship lasted for several years starting from John's rescue from Peeves.
Daphne smiled, her smile was like a flower, and her right hand slowly touched John's heart.
Quiet and silent.
The two of them just stood silently.
"Promise me, John," Daphne looked into those eyes, filled with infinite emotions, "don't forget me."
Perhaps knowing something, Daphne gently touched the face with her left hand.
The slight beating of the heartbeat coming from the fingers of the right hand is a symbol of still being human.
The promise she made to herself when she came was echoing in her mind.
Maybe it's time to let go.
Be a loser in this love chase game.
Daphne let go of her hand and turned to leave. She had no regrets.
right?
"Daphne." John stopped her and subconsciously reached out to touch her wrist.
The skin touched by her fingers was like an indelible trace, imprinted on Daphne's heart.
She understood herself and the courage she mustered up was as fragile as paper.
Yes, face love.
What Slytherin can be brave?
is a coward.
We are good at calculation and wise in protecting ourselves.
But when it comes to love, we are as timid as blind people who can't see clearly in front of us. We hold on to the slightest hint of unwillingness and let go of our fingers.
Love is great.
Great because of forbearance and restraint.
I'm sorry, my king.
The selfish Slytherin wants to possess you again and again.
Even if I fall into the abyss, I still want to be close to you.
It's my stupidity and small-mindedness.
My king, allow me to be selfish, even if I am buried deep in the soil, I will never forget your tenderness.
The forbearance of love is Slytherin's last act of decency.
But you drive me crazy.
I was the loser, stuck in this chase and unable to extricate myself.
Let me drown in it in exchange for the love you give to the people.
...
A day one step away from perfection.
Daphne mustered up the courage to step into the tower.
See the person you miss.
It's like a fairy tale, where the princess and the prince meet.
Riddle lifted himself off Daphne's shoulder and flew towards the owl stand.
Basil still didn't throw the two troublemakers out. After wandering outside for a while, he came back. He flew to Riddle's owl stand and stayed next to it.
Black and white owls stay together.
When John saw Daphne, he was a little confused and asked, "Aren't you going home?"
"Christmas is coming."
Daphne stood there with her snowy red makeup and said, "I just want to come and see you."
After saying that, she explained in a panic, "Father is angry when Draco takes Astoria away."
John fell silent upon hearing this.
This seemed like something Malfoy could do.
On Christmas Day, he kidnapped someone else's daughter.
John sighed, "What do you think Draco can do to avoid being killed by Mr. Greengrass?"
"If he were dead," Daphne smiled kindly, "he wouldn't have been killed."
Well, it’s true that someone who is already dead cannot be killed a second time.
Snowflakes drift into the magic tower along the moonlight.
Seeing that Daphne was cold, John took off his coat and put it on Daphne.
"This place is not warm." John said, "Riddle is also afraid that you will be cold."
This woke Daphne up.
No wonder Riddle stayed by his side.
The owl that looks the coldest is actually the warmest.
Basil, for example, was heartless and completely oblivious.
Now that the guests are here.
John naturally wanted to entertain him.
He snapped his fingers, and a tea set popped up.
John conjured up a furnace for Daphne to keep warm.
Warm tea was poured into the cup and Daphne took a sip.
Just the right amount of warmth to warm your heart and soul.
The two of them sat in the empty tower, and John apologized: "I didn't prepare many snacks."
"No, that's fine." Daphne looked outside, she was wearing John's coat.
The moonlight hit her eyes and cast a veil on her face.
When John saw this scene, his fingers moved.
Daphne stood up and walked outside.
On the top floor of the Magic Tower, there is an exit overlooking the city.
She stepped on the falling snowflakes with her bare feet, and her eyes reflected the bustling scene of thousands of lights.
Leaning against the wall, she stared at the beautiful scenery.
"Is this what you saw?" she asked, as if talking to herself.
John nodded, looked over there, and said, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Beautiful indeed.
Whether it’s the scenery or the beauty.
Tom leaned into John's arms, his tongue lolling in a flattering smile.
John rubbed Tom's dog's head.
Seeing this, Riddle looked at Basil and then at Tom.
At this moment, Basil seemed to have completed communication with Riddle.
He jumped down from the owl stand, drew a perfect arc in the air, and flew past John.
Tom, who was supposed to be in John's arms, was grabbed by Basil and flew away as soon as he turned his head.
Tom blinked, somewhat unresponsive. Wasn't he in his master's arms just now?
Flying towards the stairs, Tom was thrown directly down by Basil before he could beg for mercy.
A dog turned into a ball from above and rolled downstairs.
Helmer's steps froze. He was going to find John.
But a black owl fell next to it, staring at it with its round eyes.
Helmer retracted his steps and had no choice but to hug his elder brother.
"John." Daphne, who was standing there, turned around as if she had made up her mind and called John softly.
John looked up and responded, "I'm here."
Standing under the cold moonlight, it was like a spotlight falling on the girl's beautiful skirt.
Snowflakes fell inside along the moonlight, and the girl took off her coat.
She stretched out her hand, just like the boy took the initiative to extend his hand every time.
This time, it was her turn.
"Come dance with me."
Daphne smiled peacefully.
She was like the moonlight shining into the dark magic tower.
She is also the warm furnace, dispelling the loneliness and coldness in it.
And John, that is the magic tower, that loneliness.
He looked at the girl under the moonlight.
Like her wand, the moon's darling.
An invitation is sent and requires a response.
A smile appeared on John's lips, and he stepped towards the moonlight.
Standing in front of Daphne, he was within easy reach of the moon.
He reached out and made contact with the inviting fingers.
The coldness passed from John's fingers to Daphne.
Warmth, however, passed from Daphne's hands to John.
Daphne took the initiative to hold John's hand and pulled him into the light.
Under the moon and snow.
Like one year at Christmas, they attended together.
That time John held Daphne's hand, this time he was the passive one.
"Hold my waist." Daphne's voice trembled slightly, but she still said it.
John moved one hand down and touched his slender waist.
At this moment, there was a little more turmoil in his heart.
A stone was thrown into the silent lake.
At this dance, there were only two owls and two protoss as spectators.
There is no music, because everything in the world is playing for them.
Dance, steps, hands.
Rotating to show beauty, Daphne is as light as a canary.
But the canary should not be imprisoned in a cage.
With smiles on their faces, they had their own dance party under the moonlight.
Helmer was very interested. He was in the corner with Hector and started dancing like the two of them.
However, the protoss were short-handed, and the dance between the two guys quickly turned into a fight.
Riddle couldn't bear it anymore and slapped the noisy little guy away.
They immediately behaved like well-behaved babies.
Basil's sharp eyes saw Tom preparing to climb the last three steps.
He flew over and kicked Tom in the head who had just reached the last step.
Tom didn't even have time to see his master dancing before he rolled down again.
It is estimated that only this dog can withstand being kicked twice in a row.
The wizards out there weren't about to rest.
They gathered in front of the largest screen.
Christmas trees were erected in the shops along the street.The wizarding city, covered in white, is full of lively atmosphere.
Their cheerful music played and they sent blessings to their Witch King.
The singing class holds the toad and sings for this upcoming Christmas.
In the werewolf community, children gather together.
The adults sang the praises of the Witch King on this day. They thanked the Witch King for the fairness and the food he gave them.
The two brothers Chudai and Zuo Fei stood together, looking at the innocent and cute smiles of the children with doting attention.
Looking back at the house, it seemed like I could see old Jack looking at me the way he used to.
"Come on, kids, we're going to the Central Square and counting down to Christmas together."
Zoffie showed her childish side, cheered, and took the lead to the central square with the children.
Lupine and Tonks held the baby together and kept up with the community.
The Weasley household was equally lively.
The twins encouraged their family to go to the central square.
Ginny and Ron also took a break from work and returned home.
The whole family set off towards the central square in great numbers.
Under the huge screen in the central square, the gathered wizards watched the clock on the screen move towards zero.
They started counting down.
10、9、8、7……3、2、1......
0!
Christmas bells are ringing and fireworks are lighting up over the Wizarding City.
The dance on the magic tower came to an end at the same time.
Daphne looked up at John and said, "Merry Christmas, John."
John chuckled, "Merry Christmas, Daphne."
Merry Christmas, everyone.
The face is so close, amidst the sound of fireworks and countless blessings.
Daphne had imagined a day like this many times.
This relationship lasted for several years starting from John's rescue from Peeves.
Daphne smiled, her smile was like a flower, and her right hand slowly touched John's heart.
Quiet and silent.
The two of them just stood silently.
"Promise me, John," Daphne looked into those eyes, filled with infinite emotions, "don't forget me."
Perhaps knowing something, Daphne gently touched the face with her left hand.
The slight beating of the heartbeat coming from the fingers of the right hand is a symbol of still being human.
The promise she made to herself when she came was echoing in her mind.
Maybe it's time to let go.
Be a loser in this love chase game.
Daphne let go of her hand and turned to leave. She had no regrets.
right?
"Daphne." John stopped her and subconsciously reached out to touch her wrist.
The skin touched by her fingers was like an indelible trace, imprinted on Daphne's heart.
She understood herself and the courage she mustered up was as fragile as paper.
Yes, face love.
What Slytherin can be brave?
is a coward.
We are good at calculation and wise in protecting ourselves.
But when it comes to love, we are as timid as blind people who can't see clearly in front of us. We hold on to the slightest hint of unwillingness and let go of our fingers.
Love is great.
Great because of forbearance and restraint.
I'm sorry, my king.
The selfish Slytherin wants to possess you again and again.
Even if I fall into the abyss, I still want to be close to you.
It's my stupidity and small-mindedness.
My king, allow me to be selfish, even if I am buried deep in the soil, I will never forget your tenderness.
The forbearance of love is Slytherin's last act of decency.
But you drive me crazy.
I was the loser, stuck in this chase and unable to extricate myself.
Let me drown in it in exchange for the love you give to the people.
...
