"How's this one?"

"Very good, couldn't have been better - both in temperament and colour, it suits you perfectly. ”

Today's Anne uses a light blue hairpin to fix a simple ponytail, and the ends of her hair will sweep slightly over the beige trench coat when she speaks, although the light yellow sweater is not matched with this trench coat, but it does not give people a sense of disharmony, but looks a little more youthful.

However, it's a pity that Allen, who is poor in words, can't think of suitable words of praise, to be exact, the lame words of praise are all squeezed out by him.

"What about that and the one just now?"

"It's all right, why don't you buy them all?"

Then the clothes were politely returned, and Alan followed him to the next store.

Just as I was turning the street, there was a sudden sound of an argument ahead.

"I think you like that kind of friend, Darkala, I thought you would be a little more ambitious—at least worthy of your own blood, wouldn't you?"

The tone is quite flat, as if there is no emotion, but the mocking taste of the words, even if it is not the targeted, can still be felt very real.

Allen, who was smiling on his face, instantly refreshed himself as if he had been transferred to an air-conditioned room on the road in the summer, and even wanted to go over and do something immediately, but after thinking about it for a while, he decisively gave up this opportunity to have fun - since he promised to accompany Anne for a good stroll, then he didn't want any unpleasant episodes or anything in between.

"Let's go, go over there, I'm not interested in kids fighting or anything," Alan smiled and shook his head, pulling Anne to the other side - anyway, the streets here are covered by the Ministry of Magic, and if there is any excessive magic release, someone will apparition at the first moment, so there is no need to worry about accidents.

However, just as Eren had turned around, a familiar voice came, Harry's.

"Get out of the way, you're blocking me, I'm not interested in your business, but, I'm going over-"

"What in the past, little ghost? Who do you think you're talking to? You're talking to the noble Malfoys!"

Alan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly became interested - this is the guy who made the mockery just now, calling himself Malfoy, what is the situation, pure-blood wizards have people pretending to be?

"Let's go, go over and take a look, brother, it seems to be the voice of your little apprentice. ”

Little apprentice?

It doesn't seem to be bad - although it collects money.

Alan was stunned, smiled and pulled Anne over to watch the excitement, although most of the time Anne took care of him, but he knew so well what to do?

At this moment, the corner of the street is already slightly blocked, Harry is standing in the farthest distance with Qiu, Harry's wand is pulled out at the moment, facing a blonde guy standing in the middle, about seventeen or eighteen years old, looking at Harry's face, it is possible to do something about the next moment.

And the other guy who was taunted earlier, unexpectedly an acquaintance, was Malfoy, who was supposed to be dating Pansy, and Pansy's two best friends were next to him as light bulbs or something—obviously, this wasn't a formal date, and he had to pull in a foil.

However, Alan vaguely felt that something was wrong was that one of them seemed to be named Daphne Greengrass...

Your circle is quite chaotic, especially at the moment when this person calls himself Malfoy, which is even more strange.

When looking at the situation on Allen's side, the other party was also looking at Allen-especially in a few common places with other badges and markers, and after finding that he didn't see anything familiar, the other party's calm and mocking tone turned on again.

"It turns out—"

"Smack. ”

Alan shook his fingers, the guy who called himself Malfoy was petrified by the slap on the wall, and Eren promised that the force would never alarm the Ministry of Magic or anything - after listening to the tone of the other's voice, he felt that he had a good idea of what the other person would say.

So, just let this guy stop.

Ignoring the other party's eyes that wanted to kill, Allen's gaze turned to Harry:

"Well, Harry, what's going on?"