In the end, Albert failed to persuade Fred, George and Lee Jordan to give up the idea of entering the secret passage for adventure. Looking at the three figures disappearing in the depths of the secret passage, he sighed silently: Sure enough, Gryffindor House has never lacked adventurous (death-seeking) people.
After the three left, Albert Apparated back to Mog's house. As soon as he crossed the street, he saw Isobel who was still training Apparition.
However, Isobel's face looked a little pale, and the training of Apparition had obviously put a great burden on 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 we take a break first?" Albert suggested. "We still have a lot of time, so we can do other things first. Besides... you won't be very efficient in practicing Apparition in your current state."
"Well, you're right."
Isobel looked at Mog who was walking towards them and agreed with Albert's opinion.
From the initial failure to now, Isobel has initially mastered the use of Apparition.
In fact, Mr. Mogg did not expect Isobel to be able to fully 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 test easily.
After the three entered the house, the house-elf immediately brought a basin of hot water for them to wash their faces, and then brought them hot drinks so that they could quickly restore their body temperature.
ha!
Albert put his hand to cover his yawn. In winter, he just wanted to sleep in a warm and comfortable environment.
"I have prepared your formal wear." Mr. Mogg asked the house-elf to bring the things.
"Dress?"
Albert opened the package and found that both of their dresses were very ordinary, without any fancy decorations, but it was obvious that they were exquisitely made and of high quality.
In fact, if Albert was not so young and came from a Muggle family, these problems should not be handled by Mr. Mogg.
Albert, who comes from the Muggle world, wants to fully integrate into the wizarding world. He needs to make some adjustments in certain aspects in order to reduce future troubles.
Although the Wildsmith family is not in the same camp as the pure-blood supremacists, class exists everywhere, and necessary manners are still indispensable.
At least, don't make yourself look out of place.
There is no way around it. The Ministry of Magic is still mostly populated by pure-blood supremacists, and most of the important positions are held by their people.
Most pure-blood supremacists even consider themselves the elite in the wizarding world.
Mog actually felt like laughing at this. Perhaps no one was more qualified to mock them than the Wildsmith family.
Compared to that group of pure-bloods, their circle is the elite of the wizarding world.
After all, there is no ceiling in that circle, and height depends entirely on ability.
However, Mog didn't know that whether you are an elite or not is actually meaningless in front of the cheating Albert.
When your opponent is a cheater, it doesn't matter how pure your blood is.
Mog quickly put his thoughts aside and began to explain to Albert what to pay attention to when attending a wizard's banquet.
Then, it’s time to dance.
Albert was really weak when it came to dancing.
Well, he never learned to dance.
The house-elf placed an old record player in the corner of the hall.
After putting the disc in, a slow, sad song came out of the speakers, but the sound quality was terrible.
"Muggles are far superior to wizards in this regard," Albert complained.
"That's normal." Mog didn't comment. "Muggles are developing very fast, while wizards are much slower in this regard. This is actually related to the convenience of magic."
Isobel hummed softly and said, "I quite like the songs of the Weird Sisters."
"I am only interested in Muggle music, especially those that have been passed down for hundreds of years. Even if I am not very connoisseur of music in this area, I still think that those are really good."
"That is the sedimentation of history. 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, allowing them to try dancing to the music.
"that… "
Isobel can't actually dance.
Mrs. McDougal was busy at 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 said this, he placed his hand on Isobel's waist, held her hand with his other hand, and began to dance to the music.
"You're supposed to put your arms around his shoulders, yes, and then just slowly spin in a circle like that."
Then...the two of them almost fell down.
Albert stepped on Isobel's foot, and the latter almost knocked Albert down.
“It’s really terrible!”
If Albert hadn't had good balance, he would have fallen flat on his face.
Fortunately, this is not a banquet, otherwise I would really become a laughing stock.
Mr. Mogg taught them the most common dances, which were sufficient for most parties.
"You should take one of you as the main dancer," Mr. Mog reminded. "Before you become proficient in dancing, it doesn't matter if you move slowly. At least you can dance together for the whole song."
The two had to dance very carefully to avoid stepping on each other's feet or tripping their partners. After the song, Albert was still stepped on five times, which was particularly painful in winter.
With the help of Mr. Mog, an incompetent teacher, dance finally appeared on his skill panel.
Finally I can cheat.
Albert directly upgraded the dance to level two, and then by taking the lead and leading Isobel in the dance, the frequency of both of them stepping on each other's feet was reduced.
At least he was less likely to step on Isobel's feet.
"You learn really fast!" Isobel said softly. She was so slow just now, but now she has learned to dance.
"Learning to dance is more troublesome than learning anything else. I didn't expect it to be so tiring for my feet." Albert couldn't help but teased.
"Well, today we must at least learn the most basic dance skills so that we can handle the wedding in France." Mr. Mog clapped his hands, "Let's continue after the break. I don't think you want to embarrass yourself in front of others!"
"I regret agreeing to go to your 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 a party," Mr. Mogg reminded him. "You won't need to spend time practicing dancing in the future."