Hogwarts Everything is Three

Krum heard the words and looked at Hermione in surprise.

As far as he is concerned, he has heard too many compliments, and he has never met another seeker in such a naked way to praise him.

Hermione looked back coldly.

Allen walked forward and smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello, I'm Alan Harris, the England Seeker."

"Hello, I'm the Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum." Krum also extended his hand.

The strength of the handshake between the two was just right, neither light nor heavy, fully in line with social etiquette standards.

Krum turned his eyes to Hermione again.

"This is..." He turned to look at Alan and asked him.

"Hermione, Hermione Granger. The best witch at Hogwarts." Allen's words made Hermione's ears dyed red.

"Hermi... Fortunately." Krum apparently couldn't pronounce Hermione's name because of his accent. He glanced at Hermione again, nodded to Allen, and turned away.

Now, Allen and their money bags are much empty and their hands are much heavier. They bid farewell to Harry and Ron, ready to find their own tent.

The Harris's tent is particularly easy to find. It is next to a luxurious palace-like tent. Two peacocks are bolted to the entrance of the tent.

Allen got into his own tent, although it is also very comfortable and luxurious, but it is not an exaggeration.

"Where did they all go?" Allen said wonderingly.

"Ellen, I want to see Zhuo Geng, I have lunch with him, you don't have to wait for me." Luna turned around and went to the kitchen, and then, with the raw meat and her own food prepared for Zhuo Geng, Luna held the omniscient mark on her body, apparated, and disappeared from the kitchen.

"I have to tidy up the things in my hands." Hermione also went back to the bedroom with a large bag of magic craft souvenirs.

When Hermione came out of the room, she was surprised to find that Allen was sitting at the dining table, digging with a spoon to eat, looking content.

Seeing Hermione, Alan's eyes lit up, "Hermione, you must try this cheesecake."

Hermione refused, "You know, I don't like sweets that much."

Alan stood up, couldn't help but scooped a piece of cake with a spoon and stuffed it into Hermione's mouth.

"Hmm...Hmm..." Hermione's senses were instantly surrounded by rich sweetness.

She was still worried, this spoon was used by Allen, but at this time, she was completely attracted by the deliciousness.

Hermione spread her hands and sighed vaguely, "Uh... so fragrant!"

Allen immediately sat back in the chair again, wanting to continue tasting the cake.

"This is the best cheesecake I've ever eaten. Where did you get it?" Hermione couldn't help coming forward and leaning over to ask.

"I just found out at the door. Dad left a message. They were invited to have lunch at Malfoy's house next door. Mom ordered this for us." Allen said while eating.

"This must be creating a chance for me to be alone again." Allen secretly thought.

Hermione picked up the packing box set aside, pointed to the address in surprise, and said, "But this is not for us, it is for Chandler Bin!"

Hermione threw the box onto the table, and took a breath: "Oh my God, we are thieves!" She looked at Ellen with an incredible expression.

Allen was also extremely embarrassed. He hurriedly defended himself: "I opened the box without looking at the recipient's name, and started eating after using the poisoning magic."

Allen said as he gestured: "And the box has been opened, it cannot be returned."

"Why?" Hermione asked incomprehensibly with her hands on her hips.

"Because--it's so delicious!" Allen's voice was full of nostalgia, took the spoon and continued to eat.

Hermione slid her hair helplessly with her hands, one on her hips and the other pointing at the cake on the table, with a serious expression: "We stole someone's cake. This is not right."

"No, no, it's okay, because Mr. Bin will receive another one for free. It is a win-win situation. The only loser is the large cheesecake shop. They have to send another piece for Chandler Bin who has not received the cake... ." Allen hurriedly stood up and explained plausibly.

As he said, Allen looked at the address of the box again, "Little mother's bakery..." Allen himself was stunned. He suddenly realized that this was just a cake from a small handicraft workshop. He pointed to this piece of cake. Obviously a cheesecake made with heart, "I feel a little guilty..."

And Hermione was obviously immersed in the delicious food when Alan moved. She took a bite of the cake with a spoon and stuffed it into her mouth before remembering what Alan seemed to say: "I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

Allen stepped forward immediately, cleaned up the cakes he had eaten, and carefully put the remaining cakes back into the box. "You know, we are just hungry. We didn't eat lunch, so we were dizzy. Let's go to lunch."

"We have to return it back and apologize so that we won't be tempted." Hermione said quickly.

"Good idea, where do you want to eat?" Allen asked.

"The little mother's bakery in Cheddar, Somerset County..." Hermione picked up the box and quickly walked over. Allen quickly opened the door for her. The two tried to visit the neighbor's tent, but found this name The neighbor, who was a little strange, had gone out. They had to put the compensation money at the entrance of each other's tent and pressed it on top with a cheesecake box.

Obviously, the too far distance and tight time in Somerset County prevented the two of them from teleporting. Instead, they found a nearby snack shop that only sells fish and chips but has a very busy business.

The two who had been appetizing by the cheesecake before ate a lot of this meal.

Walking out of the shop, Allen said to Hermione with a relaxed face: "Thank you for inviting me to lunch."

"Wait a minute, I didn't pay, I thought you paid." Hermione frowned and said in surprise.

"I just watched you go to the front desk... Uh... Obviously, we don't have to pay for food anymore." Allen pretended to be serious and said to Hermione, and then Miss Granger felt like a serial stealer. Before the offender, he turned back into the shop and paid the money for the meal-and obviously the shopkeeper hadn't noticed that they had almost escaped the order until then.

But when the two returned to Harris's tent, "I'm not mistaken?!" Allen grabbed Hermione's hand, and the two instantly leaned together.

"It's still there!" Hermione tried to control herself, not looking at the box, and whispered.

The two people froze in place.

After a pause, Allen said: "Mr. Bin must have not come back..." The two looked at each other weirdly and took a few steps closer to the box.

"The weather is too hot." Hermione raised her chin and raised her voice.

"The cake must be broken in a while, how can he make him eat it?" Allen's expression was extremely serious.

"He might be sick." Hermione looked at Alan with a serious tone.

"I don't want that to happen." Allen said, staring at Hermione.

"We are protecting him." Hermione spread a hand and tried to convince herself.

"Let's take it away." Allen suggested.

"But faster." Hermione agreed immediately.

"Why?" Allen asked suspiciously.

"Because I heard him walking inside." Hermione immediately picked up the cake box and got into the tent of Mr. Harris's house.

Allen found that Hermione, who was usually serious, was very decisive in breaking the rules at this time. It was Gryffindor. Well, the tousled hair on the run was very cute.

Allen did not run away immediately, but turned back and approached Chandler Bean's tent, grabbed a handful of Jin Jialong from his pocket, opened the door of the opponent's tent and threw it in, and then shouted: "Mr. Bin, your cake, I accept it!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the reaction inside, Allen used the Phantom Shift Teleport to slip to the door of his own tent not far away, and then opened the door of his own tent pretending to be calm.

When he walked into his tent again, he found Hermione with a dreamy expression, eating the extremely delicious cheesecake.

"You secretly eat cheesecake with me behind?" Allen looked incredulous.

"Hmm." Hermione's mouth was filled with cake, and she froze in place, shaking her head to deny.

"As long as you can blow the whistle now, I will give you a hundred jinjarons." Allen raised his eyebrows, folded his hands around his chest, and joked.

Hermione pursed her mouth helplessly, but couldn't make a whistle. She sighed lightly, and some cake froth came out of her mouth.

Allen snorted suddenly: "How can you eat cake without me?"

Hermione swallowed the cake hard and became angry: "What are you going to do, tell Professor McGonagall? We are in the summer vacation, and she can't deduct my points. We are all sweet thieves, and we are not controlled by the law."

"Okay, the rest of the cake is mine." Allen stepped forward and put away the cake.

"Equally, half of you, half of me." Hermione hurriedly chased after him and proposed.

"That's not fair, you've already eaten half of it." Alan looked at Hermione like a cat with fried hair, and couldn't help teasing her.

Hermione threw the spoon on the table, deliberately bulging her cheeks and said, "I think Mrs. Harris must want to know-Allen said that the cheesecake she made was ‘dry and coarse’."

"What are we going to use to cut the cake?" Allen said with a dry smile and compromised.

Hermione ran to the kitchen quickly, took out a cake-cutting knife, and divided the cake into two parts.

"This cake is bigger, but the other biscuit is more, or I should measure it..." Alan said.

"Oh, Ellen, hurry up and pick a piece." Hermione stomped her foot.

"Well, I'll pick which one." Allen pointed casually.

"That one is relatively small." Hermione looked very happy.

"Okay, that's it." Hermione divided the cake into plates, "Enjoy your half, my friend, because the situation is set~www.ltnovel.com~ No change, don't cry for me."

Hermione picked up her half of the cake and walked out the door, turning her head and saying, "If you eat up your half too soon..."

Suddenly, she tripped over the door frame and all the cakes fell to the ground.

She looked helplessly at the cake on the floor, and Allen walked out carrying his cake.

Alan deliberately walked to Hermione's side and gave a strange cry.

"Will you give me a bit?" Hermione looked at Ellen firmly.

"No." Allen answered without hesitation.

"Don't change, don't cry for me." Alan said in Hermione's tone.

"I'm going to sit here and eat my cake, it's delicious..." Before Allen had finished speaking, Hermione patted the plate in his hand and the cake fell to the ground.

At this time, Krum in the tent in the distance noticed the noise of the two people here, and when he approached, he found that the two were already lying on the ground.

"Look, there is still a small piece that is not in the mud." Hermione said.

"Don't cross the line, hurry up." Allen warned Hermione.

"It should be easy to be with such a free and unpretentious girl like an old friend." Krum looked at Allen enviously.

Allen was actually sighing inwardly: before, with Hermione, I always couldn't let go and didn't feel close. After this time, the relationship seemed to be much closer.

Allen and Hermione suddenly froze in place, footsteps came out of the tent, and Luna Apparated back...

When the two of them were embarrassed not knowing how to explain the situation, Luna who opened the tent door widened her pale silver eyes, squatted in front of them, and suddenly took out a spoon: "Okay, we What to eat?"