Looking at the distant backs of the two little wizards, Karkaroff looked a little panicked. ◢ With ◢ Dream ◢ Little ◢ lā he uneasily reached out to touch his goatee, and then wrapped his beard around his fingers again.

"It doesn't seem like a good place to talk. Snape glanced in the direction of Alan Hermione, and strode away, long black robes fluttering behind him. Karkaroff also hurried away with Snape.

"Look at the last look he had, he spotted us!" Hermione muttered quietly.

"Sure, but it's fine if you don't break it, isn't it?" said Allen smiling as he soothed Hermione, who looked a little panicked.

Hermione wasn't nervous, she felt that like Luna, Alan was also a very magical person, but Luna was liked by non-human creatures, and Eren was not only liked by young wizards, but even Professor Snape, who was very mean and unapproachable, was willing to hide it for him.

"Why is Karkaroff so worried?" asked Hermione in a whisper.

"He and Professor Snape are both Death Eaters, and that man is coming back soon. Alan replied to Hermione briefly.

Moonlight is so beautiful, it's really not a romantic idea to talk about Death Eaters or something.

At this time, they came to a large stone carved reindeer, and they crossed the stone deer to see a high fountain splashing and glittering. Two large, vague figures sat on a stone bench, looking at the moonlit spring. Then Hagrid's voice rang out.

"Is it your mother or your father?" he said in a strangely hoarse voice.

It seems that this scene is something they should not be disturbed by...... Alan looked around, then looked back at the path, pulling Hermione to hide in a nearby rose bush.

"I—I don't know what you mean, Hagrid......" Miss Maxim said softly, a ho-ho in her deep voice.

Hagrid was about to explain, when he suddenly remembered what Eren had told him, and scratched the back of his head with his big hand, "Uh, I, I mean you still live with your parents? I live alone at Hogwarts, and I have a younger brother, and if I can find him, I hope to bring him to Hogwarts, and Dumbledore will definitely agree." I have some savings in Gringotts, about 20,000 Galleons......"

In a panic, Hagrid shook off his family in an incoherent manner, and Miss Maxim snorted and laughed.

Alan's heart relaxed, and his attention was focused on Hermione, who was listening attentively in his arms.

The watery moonlight shone on Hermione's face, and her fair skin looked smoother and more beautiful in the hazy moonlight.

Even in the midst of the roses, the scent of Hermione's hair and body swept over his heart like a small brush, and he couldn't help but gradually lower his head and move closer to Hermione.

Hermione looked up, curling eyelashes brushing against Alan's cheeks, and soft red lips brushed against Alan's.

Hermione's face burned, and she quickly lowered her head, revealing a white and delicate nape of her neck, and Alan reached out as if fascinated, rubbing it against the snow-white skin.

Ellen's palm was hot, as if it was magical, and Hermione only felt that the heat spread like a flame to her whole body.

Just as Alan was boiling hot, he suddenly stopped what he was doing and became interested in a beetle lying on a petal.

"Regent. Alan meditated in his heart, this is a new usage that Eren learned through Dumbledore's experience, which can detect thoughts within a certain range.

Although it was a wandless spell, through the regent's recitation, Alan noticed that there were still many people hiding in the vicinity.

In the distance among the roses, Albert and Fleur were very close.

Behind the shadow of the reindeer sculpture is Ron clenched in fists.

"It doesn't seem the right time and place to do now. I don't want what is happening here to be known. Alan looked at the beetle without blinking, his voice soft but not to be disobeyed.

"Alan, who are you talking to?" Hermione asked softly, breaking free from Alan's arms.

"Now, this little beetle is Rita Skeeter's Animagus. Alan raised her chin and replied softly to Hermione.

The beetle shook its body, spread its wings, and flew away quickly. Alan and Hermione also returned to the Great Hall.

"She's an illegal Animagus, that's how she got her news material. It's shameful to eavesdrop, don't we report her?" Hermione said disdainfully.

"This crime is not serious, if you report her and wait for her to come out, there is nothing to restrain her from scribbling. Alan patiently explained that what he didn't tell Hermione was that with the status and power of the Harris family in the Ministry of Magic, even if Rita was reported and came out again, she still didn't dare to scribble.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, the band stopped playing, gave them one last round of applause, and began to walk towards the foyer. Many people wish the prom would be extended for a while, and it will be their happiest night since entering school.

On the second day of Christmas, everyone wakes up late, and people talk to each other, punctuated by yawns.

Hermione's hair was unkempt again, and she sprayed a large amount of quick-smoothing toner on her hair in order to attend the prom. But doing it every day would be too much trouble and too much time for her.

Hermione put down her knife and fork and untied the newspaper from the owl's leg. The first time she saw the newspaper, the bread in Hermione's mouth spurted out of her nose.

"Famous football star Krum empathizes with farewell to invite a new lover, and the old boyfriend secretly peeps at the resentment"

"The Mystery of Celebrity Wickeldo Krum's Sexual Orientation"

The newspaper was accompanied by a large photograph of Krum extending an invitation to a girl whose face he couldn't see clearly, and Ron hiding behind a pillar with a hideous face.

When Ron walked into the auditorium alone, the auditorium was silent for a moment, and then louder noises rang out.

Since the World Cup, the story that Ron, Harry and Krum have to tell has been heard many times, and this time it was reported by the Daily Prophet, and when a lie is told a hundred times, people will take it as the truth, the truth!

Even Ron's own brother, the Weasley twin brother, looked at Ron with the wrong look at him at the moment.

They remembered that Ron's favorite toy as a child was dolls, that the close relationship between Ron and Harry, and that Ron looked awkward at the World Cup......

The twin brothers looked at each other in horror, and it was really possible that Ron was really in love with Krum.

"Would you like to write to your mother?" asked George.

"Sometimes ignorance is more happiness. Fred shook his head quickly, sexual orientation was just a thing, not a big deal.

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