To Allen's surprise, although this matter was spread among the senior people, the three-person group who came over didn't know anything about it - no way, the camp for the junior students was separated from the senior students, plus the heavy schoolwork, how could they care about this gossip.

After a brief account of the events of the past few days, the boys' eyes were fixed on Hermione - no one expected Harry and Ron to come up with a solution.

As a witch who was praised by every professor and had to be given the title of jack-of-all-trades even if Snape was dissatisfied, Hermione's reputation among the whole school was quite high—although not very favorable. It's not surprising that other people's children will be born with a natural buff with reduced favorability if they talk too much.

If Alan hadn't been a regular and well-connected person, he had brushed up a lot of honors for the school and bullied his Slytherin classmates in various ways, he would never have such a high affinity in the school - by the way, it is worth mentioning that many people have a high opinion of Alan because he is more able to break school rules and is often locked in...

So, when everyone has no solution, it's not a very embarrassing thing to ask Hermione for help, especially since she is still a girl, and she will definitely think differently from their boys when thinking about this problem.

Not surprisingly, Marshall's classmates were once again attacked by the White Eye.

He made all the messes, who is to blame him?

However, complaining is complaining, and things still have to be resolved - the current turmoil is too chaotic and must be dealt with.

Facing everyone's expectant eyes, Hermione couldn't help but feel pressure-she had come to ask a question to open her eyes, why did she suddenly encounter this kind of thing?

To be honest, there were so many messages coming at once, that Hermione was dizzy for a while, and her relationship network was a bit messy now, and Marshall was most anxious at the moment and kept walking around like an ant on a hot pot, so she didn't know how to solve this problem for a while.

So, just when Marshall didn't know how many laps he had, twelve-year-old Hermione burst out: "Okay, Marshall, you stop me!"

Marshall stood unusually obediently, and was questioned directly by Hermione, who was two years younger than him.

Hermione rubbed her hair, which had been messy, with an unusually helpless expression:

"Okay - since the problem is yours, let's start with you.

First of all, let's not discuss what happened before, do you still have feelings for that Miss Xun now?"

It was obvious that Marshall was a little hesitant, but quickly shook his head firmly - it was impossible to forget in such a short time, but he had already made a choice.

"Very good, it seems that a problem has been solved, and we don't have to think about what we have to do with that Miss Xun in the future. However, I still need to know the information about Miss Fumi, Marshall, can you tell me, it may be very helpful to solve the matter. ”

"Of course, No, it's complete. Marshall quickly handed over a large stack of documents from his body, startling Hermione.

She covered her mouth slightly, looking at Marshall's expression as if she was looking at scum-"If we remember correctly, in the story you told just now, Marshall seems to have known that Miss Smoke for a short time, and only met the day before yesterday-"

If the timing is correct, Marshall was dumped yesterday, how did this thick book of information come about?

Seeing that Hermione's eyes were not quite right, Marshall quickly pushed the pot over: "It's not me, it's the information that Alan found someone to collect after the accident that day - I swear to Merlin, I really didn't know her before!"

Very good, the questioning eyes were deflected at once, and the pot shifted to Allen's head.

"I didn't know this Miss Xun before—to be honest, I didn't know anything until she got me in trouble this afternoon, including the rumors, or I would have been beaten up and run away than provoked these troubles. Alan explained with a wry smile on his face, his expression quite sincere—he really didn't mean anything to Miss Smoke.

Alan gets a roll of the eye, and the investigation continues.

Hermione began to look at the information, but soon the expression on her face became the highlight of the tent - no one except Alan Marshall knew why, because it was not made public for the sake of others.

Obviously, Hermione was frightened by the legendary experience of Smoke.

Hermione's school journey was impressive, but it was not as good as her glory days—after all, she was only in the second grade, and the polyjuice potion hadn't yet boiled due to Alan's involvement.

Watching Hermione go from a slight opening of her mouth, to a look of amazement, to a glow in her eyes, Alan suddenly had a bad premonition.

Don't be a fan of this little girl!

You must know that Hermione still admires legends quite a lot, and the books published by liars like Lockhart can coax her - of course it's not her fault, others publish books all by editing, and Lockhart is an on-the-spot interview, and it's all first-hand information, and the level of professionalism is exemplary in the industry, except for changing the name of the protagonist, it's true, even professionals can't find anything wrong, people work so hard to deceive, and it's quite normal for a little girl with little experience to worship.

So, Hermione, who has such a character, is quite normal to worship others in the face of seeing the merits of the same sex - but you can't play like this!

You're from my side, you're all sincere, what are we going to play!

Fortunately, Hermione was quite reliable at the critical time - although she looked at Marshall with a little more contempt, she didn't turn around and left, obviously preparing to help Alan deal with things before talking about anything else.

However, the little girl did not choose to question Marshall at the first time, but looked at Allen: "Is this information true?"

Alan smiled wryly and nodded—yes, it's true.

However, it's not surprising that she has doubts - judging from the data, Smoke's classmate is quite perfect except for violence, and his style of doing things is not annoying, and he is quite powerful in the data, but he doesn't look like a person who can get involved in this matter at all.

So, in front of everyone's eyes, Marshall was pierced in the heart.

Hermione tilted her head, propped up her face with one finger, and looked quite cute with an incomprehensible expression, but her words were extremely aggressive: "If everything is true—how did she fall in love with you?"

1,000 true damage.