The grand banquet, the sumptuous food, the lively atmosphere, and so on, seemed to be gone away in that disgusted look for a while, leaving an extremely quiet atmosphere.

Well, in the black eyes, that kind of disgust directly told Alan the reason for all the previous misunderstandings - oh, it turns out that there are already people in that position.

"No wonder......"

Alan couldn't help but smile wryly, looking at Hermione, who was revealing disgust to him, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and his expression was a little helpless.

It didn't take anyone to explain to him that he had just used the wrong plate, and maybe even the wrong cake - he deserved to be beaten.

After shaking his head and shaking off thoughts such as the cake as if someone had tasted it, Alan grabbed the glass in his hand and ducked towards the other side of the banquet hall as if he were not sure how to stay here in such an awkward situation.

Fortunately, as a banquet hall to entertain guests from four schools, there was enough space for Alan, who was embarrassed and overwhelmed for a while, to escape.

Wandering aimlessly with a smile on his face, occasionally greeting guys he knew or didn't know, Alan pretended to be in a hurry to kill the time of the banquet, trying to keep himself away from that awkward area, so as to avoid this time, as for what to do after that, wait for him to calm down a little before thinking about it......

Of course, it would be more reassuring if an international friend came to challenge for some strange reason at this time.

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"Good evening, Mr. Robinter. ”

The sudden sound of greeting directly disrupted Alan's thoughts, who didn't know where to go—even though the thing was almost non-existent.

"Good evening, are you?"

With a puzzled look, Allen's gaze swept to the person who came to greet him, because the appearance of the other party was really a little too strange to appear here, neither like a student nor a professor at the academy, as far as the familiar smell of Allen on his body was concerned, he was more like a businessman.

With three expensive magical trinkets with a bit of antiquity, even attending a dinner party of pure-blood nobles is enough to be a guest of honor - especially in this magical world that is accustomed to using decorations to show off its long history.

Alan was not without malice speculating about whether the other party was like Umbridge who was holding a Horcrux with an unknown identity, while considering the other party's intentions.

Even if the things on the other party's body are obtained through various channels, and even the user doesn't know the purpose, it can still explain the identity of the other party - especially when these three pieces of jewelry are still unusually in line with the style of the dress on the other party, this kind of quite decent behavior can't even be put out by some pure blood written in books.

Either super rich, or really long-lasting, either way, it's scary enough.

Perhaps sensing Allen's scrutinizing gaze, the smile on the other party's face became a little thicker, but it was also more disgusting.

It's like a green-headed fly soaked in a sweet fruit wine, and people want to spit it out - the smile that is completely superficial, the look of contempt for other wizards peculiar to the German wizards behind it is better hidden, but it is also even more disgusting when it is discovered.

That is, after completing the transformation of non-pure-bloods not being allowed to go to school, the feeling of superiority in momentum is also something that those pure-bloods in Britain want to go to Durmstrang to study day and night.

With such a smile, the other party greeted Alan in a polite voice.

"I'm Sean, a little businessman, and I'm here to talk about — well, cooperation. ”

"Cooperation?" Alan repeated the word - although the other party's face made him have a desire to smash it with a curse, but the reason for reaching out and not hitting the smiling face still has to be observed, even if it is to knock the stick, it will have to wait until later.

"That's right, cooperation - we will provide Mr. Robin with a championship grant in this competition, and in return, Mr. Robin must provide some positive interviews and related reports for our workshop after winning the championship, so that everyone can win and make money, and by the way, Mr. Robinter, you can also take this opportunity to become an idol of this generation of wizards in the country. ”

The smile on the other party's face became thicker and thicker, and it simply but accurately described a picture, a win-win scene of cooperation between the two sides.

"So, this is, the idol project?" Allen looked at him with a smile in his eyes, and quickly condensed the other party's words.

Is it so popular to make an idol for Garon?

"That's right, that's right, there's no better way to describe it – the Idol Project. The other party was stunned, and the smile on his face resurfaced. "So, for cooperation, cheers?"

The goblets make a crisp crashing sound.

The crash was accompanied by Allen's whisper, "How stupid are you to think that a herbalist would be fooled by a little poison?

"Smack!"

The short, crisp sound of water rang out, poisoned liquor dripping down the other party's face, and at the same time, in the hall, Allen's angry voice rang out.

"Roll the edge to the little white face, I'm not interested in sleeping with you bastard!"