It's just three things, even if the other party is a guest from afar, Alan can't help it.

Hey, Durmstrang girl, I'm not going to teach you a little bit about being a human today, you don't know why the Slytherin guys are so obedient in front of me, don't you?

However, before educating the other party, he wants to see who gave this guy the courage to dare to rob him so blatantly - Liang Jingru?

Alan turned his head angrily, ready to see what this person meant, if he really didn't work, he didn't mind giving the other party some warm hospitality or something—anyway, he had quite full confidence in his covert interpretation.

At the moment, he has quite enough confidence - it's not that he wants to do something, but someone is coming to the door to find trouble.

In that case, don't blame him for not being rude.

As for the strength of the punishment, it depends on the situation - although the other party is naïve enough to disgust him with such a small means as grabbing food, he really doesn't hold grudges, and prefers to take revenge on the spot.

Well, the blood-red wizard's robes—Durmstrang's school uniform.

A light blue cardigan showed some margins, and above the clothes, the girl who had just snatched his food had cold eyes and a sullen face, and the long golden hair that had just been freed from the cloak was slightly trimmed and draped behind him, but the look in his eyes made Alan feel very strange.

It's a feeling that Alan hadn't seen much before, but it seemed super familiar—for a moment he even forgot to find someone to settle accounts with, and began to think about it.

Well, yes, this look seems to be the look of someone who owes money and doesn't pay it back!

Alan had an epiphany in an instant—and then fell into a state of rage.

Snatched my food and were embarrassed to say I owe you money?

But no—the familiarity of that look isn't the feeling of owing money at all, uh, it looks like I'm looking in the mirror?

As soon as this year appeared, it swelled up wildly, so that Alan couldn't help but connect the previous scene - his inexplicable sense of wonder should have this feeling in it, and the other party's temperament feels very similar to himself.

This discovery made him even angrier - what do you mean?

However, just as Alan was about to teach the other party a lesson, something strange happened - as a hand shook in front of his eyes, half of the cut potato was placed on his plate...

This scene directly startled Allen, however, the other party did not hesitate at all, as if it had been carried out many times.

Alan was a little flustered - it seemed that this scene was familiar to him.

But at the time, it seemed like he was doing just that—there wasn't enough food, especially with a bunch of near-adult boys who came back to grab something to eat after being on the streets all day.

Therefore, Allen, who was locked up because of a fight and was secretly given food and water by a younger sister, always liked to divide the food into two portions at that time - but it was still not enough, so when he could, Allen played a little trick to send people away - after all, it was far better to be outside for both food and medical education than to stay here.

Later, the worst of the guys came of age and were kicked out, and Eren was pretty much the biggest fist - but it still didn't have much use.

Then he came to Hogwarts - so he tentatively called out:

"Windsor?"

Although the characteristics of the little girl with a little bubble who secretly brought water and food to her face were completely invisible, Alan had already determined the identity of this person seven or eight points, and it should be right - it is normal to change her name or something after being adopted, although the fact that she became Durmstrang's wizard surprised Allen, but it was not a big deal.

As the name was called, there was a hint of joy in the other party's eyes - but this joy was quickly erased into a disgusted expression.

Alan coaxed this time - after many years, people recognized him but he didn't recognize people, he couldn't explain anything, he could only think about it.

Also, it's strange not to dislike him - I've been sitting down for so long, and I still haven't noticed it at all, so it's not angry who is replaced by anyone.

Alan smiled awkwardly, and began to work in his hands, picked up a steak from the dining table and handed it over, with a smile on his face: "Oh, after so many years, little Windsor has become so beautiful now, I didn't recognize it at once, don't be angry, well, eat first, you must be hungry after driving for so long, right?"

What could he do?

He was also desperate - the yellow-haired girl suddenly became like this, and she turned into a wizard, who would dare to believe it!

As for sending this girl away, he had a clear conscience - in that environment at that time, if he was seriously ill or something, according to his ability at the time, he couldn't do anything but watch the little girl die of illness, and before sending this girl away, he also carefully investigated the identity of the adopter, and confirmed that this girl could be treated well before sending her away, which was already the best he could do.

However, having said that, he was still a little cowardly - especially since he hadn't recognized anyone today, which made him a little weak-hearted.

The steak was served, and then Alan couldn't see a smile.

Another half of a potato was placed on his plate, followed by another.

One by one, the plate of baked potatoes on the table was forked clean, and all appeared on Alan's plate.

Several people nearby were dumbfounded, but after being glanced at by Windsor, they all chose to surrender in her cold eyes, and turned their heads around, with a look of I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything, so I didn't know anything.

Gotta eat!

Alan looked at the several foreign dishes on the table that had been added due to the arrival of the guests, and then looked at the potatoes on his plate, although he was infinitely aggrieved, he still ate them with a smile on his face - isn't it just potatoes, eat!

Tragic - extremely tragic.

With a table full of meat, Alan filled his stomach with potatoes, and he didn't dare to make a little unhappy expression on his face.

Fortunately, after eating this plate of potatoes, Alan did not receive other abuse, although Windsor still looked at him with a disgusted face, but at least it was not so cold - he was also puzzled, didn't he just not recognize it once, this girl is so hot?

Just as he tried to communicate, there was a slight commotion among the students—it was from Gryffindor.

As everyone turned their heads to see what was going on, Alan quickly put a slice of red sausage into his mouth - he swore it was the first time he had enjoyed it so much.

Then, while swallowing the red intestine, Alan followed the others to look over there - the source of the commotion was very obvious, it was a charming baby.

A wizard with the blood of a meme, to be precise - that's not much to see, but the others must be curious.

Taking advantage of their curiosity, Alan killed two small pieces of beef and a small pudding, and then looked at his little sister who had not seen him for many years with a normal face - at this moment, she just turned her head, glanced at Alan, and shook her eyes in disgust.

Hey, girl, if you don't have such a careful eye, I couldn't help it back then!

Unfortunately, it didn't work—because Eren would never dare to say it.

"Pretty girl—isn't she?"

A mindless sentence was thrown, and although the eyes did not look at Allen, it was undoubtedly said to Allen.

"I don't feel it, it's average. Alan told the truth, and his mood finally eased - it was good to be able to communicate, and he didn't know how to communicate anymore if he didn't speak.

"Average?" said Alan, who heard the voice a few degrees higher.

"So, brother, why did you take her in after sending me away, and still take her to live with you, go to school together, and take her out to play during the holidays?"

Alan shook his head - he didn't know Fleur, although he had heard of her name for a long time, but seriously, this was the first time he had seen this girl.

Wait a minute!

Alan suddenly understood—Windsor wasn't talking about Fleur at all, and she wasn't looking at Fleur, it was Annie!

。。。

This, this, how to explain this!

"She went to the courtyard the year after I left, didn't you? You told the dean that this was the little girl you picked up, and then you took her with you every day, and I didn't even have a letter here, did you?"

How do you send letters—how do you fit in if you send letters every day or something? Moreover, Alan didn't think that Windsor had the talent of a wizard and couldn't bring the other party closer to the wizarding world, so what good was it for him to disturb her normal life?

"You listen to me, but I really don't know-"

Just as Alan was trying to explain things more logically, the plates on the table were already cleaned.

Dumbledore's voice suddenly rang out, covering the entire dining room.

"The moment has finally arrived, and the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. I'd like to explain a few words before I bring the box in—"

Under normal circumstances, Alan naturally listened attentively, but at the moment he didn't care about it at all - it was obviously more important to comfort the angry girl in front of him than those rules.

"—I would like to explain the program of our activities for this school year. But first, allow me to introduce two guests, for there is someone else who doesn't know them, and this is Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of International Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic—"

Dumbledore's voice rang out above, and Alan began to make up Anne's origins—the version of the African friend from earlier.

It's a pity that it's useless, because that disgusted gaze has been staring at him without the slightest hint of relief, but what can Alan do - can he still turn his face?

"Over the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly to arrange the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore continued, "and they will form a panel of judges with me, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxim to judge the efforts of the Warriors. ”

Dumbledore's introduction was not affected at all, and while he introduced people, Allen's expression became more and more sincere: "Really, silly girl, you know the situation at that time, I really can't help it-it's better to go out than stay in the orphanage, whether it's education or anything else, the conditions in the hospital are really too bad." ”

"But why didn't you come to me after that?"

"I think you've got out of there, and it's better not to be affected by that-"

This explanation was not accepted - because of this, Windsor always thought that Alan was not going to care about her, otherwise how could she explain that there was an Anne that Alan took care of every day.

Just as the two of them were talking in a whisper, there was a huge agitation in the audience, which temporarily interrupted the communication between the two and provoked them to look towards the place where the agitation was causing them.

The person who caused the agitation was Mr. Filch, who was standing beside Dumbledore at the moment, holding a large wooden box inlaid with jewels, waiting for Dumbledore's next order.

"The specific events of this year's Warriors' competitions, Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have carefully vetted them," Dumbledore said, as Filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him, "and they have made a lot of necessary arrangements for each event." There are five programs, each taking place at different times throughout the school year, and they will test the warriors in many different ways, testing their talents in magic, their courage and their reasoning skills, and their ability to overcome danger. ”

Alan didn't hear the words at all, and he was nervously organizing the words at the moment, trying to convince his sister, whom he hadn't seen for many years—it was very difficult, because she had bitten at the idea that Eren was trying to abandon her.

However, just as he was trying to persuade again, a loud exclamation interrupted his train of thought - Dumbledore pulled out his wand and tapped it three times on the lid of the small box. With an inconspicuous red glow, the lid of the box slowly creaked open.

As Dumbledore reached in, a large, rough-cut wooden goblet appeared in front of everyone, the cup itself was not at all inconspicuous, but it was full of dancing blue-white flames, dancing in front of everyone, absorbing everyone's attention.

However, at this moment, the words that Allen had organized in his heart to persuade the silly girl were cleaned up by this wave of impact, and countless alpacas began to run freely in his heart.

This cup is very familiar.

To be precise, even Alan is very familiar with how it is made - because he made the broken cup entirely.

He subconsciously looked at Gryffindor—at this moment, Hermione's face was not as admiring as the others, but a look of confusion, confusion and curiosity.

"Brother?"

A soft cry rang in his ears, and Eren turned his head to find a disgruntled face.

It's over—Alan suddenly has a premonition of misfortune.

The hunch came true—Windsor had completely disobeyed him because of his wandering mind