Alan and Hermione's first stop, naturally, was Duke Honey. It's a paradise for little wizards.

Not only did Hermione buy some hairy mints, but she also bought a lot of her favorite candies.

"Maybe I can eat it secretly. Hermione decisively filled some milk gummies.

"You love candy so much?" she watched in amazement as Alan put all sorts of candy into her shopping basket.

"No, I have a little sister at home, her name is Emily, and it was bought for her. Thinking of the naughty and lovely Emily, Alan's eyebrows and eyes were full of doting.

Hermione struggled to restrain herself before swallowing the words "Candy-loving kids should go to the dentist regularly."

Alan noticed a sign (special flavors) hanging in the farthest corner of the store.

He pulled Hermione and walked over with interest, maybe he could buy some pit Lunn.

Lunn's serious expression must have been very funny when it cracked.

A plate of blood-smelling lollipops caught his eye.

"Would you like to try this?" said Allen, picking up one and winking mischievously.

"Uh, no, I guess they're for vampires. Hermione wrinkled her nose.

"And what about these?" said Allen, shoving a jar of cockroach candy under Hermione's nose.

"Absolutely not. Hermione pushed the jar open in a serious manner, and then laughed out loud.

Alan noticed that Ron was cursing something with a frown in front of the Bibi Bean shelf not far from them.

Alan took a step forward, blocking Ron's view of the area.

Hermione looked inexplicably at Allen, who suddenly stepped forward.

Alan calmly stuffed a large amount of blood-smelling lollipops into his shopping basket.

"Your sister will like this?" asked Hermione, surprised.

"No, my second brother likes it. Alan didn't hesitate to pull Lunn out as a shield.

Alan dragged Hermione to Jokowi's joke shop and bought a lot of "big dung bombs", "burp candy", frog egg soap, and other things.

Not surprisingly, Alan sees Ron again in Jokowi's joke shop.

Hermione saw Ron as well, and her smile faded when she saw the angry look on Ron's face.

Hermione glared at Ron in disgust and frowned.

Alan raised an eyebrow and pulled Hermione out of the store.

When Eren once again makes Hermione forget about Ron and has a pleasant conversation, a large group of Slytherin girls walks by, including Pansy Parkinson.

"Alan and Hermione!" Pansy screamed, "Ah, Alan, you don't have a good eye...... Penelope is at least good-looking!"

Pansy thought it would draw laughter from the girls, but there was an embarrassing silence.

Not unlike the little witches of other houses, the girls of Slytherin actually have a crush on Alan.

Such a handsome, capable, temperamental, and valuable boy could not arouse their disgust.

They looked at Hermione, who was very different from her usual life, and couldn't go against Pansy's words.

Pansy snorted, looking very unhappy, and quickened her pace, squealing as she looked back at Alan and Hermione presumptuously.

Hermione's face was a little embarrassed, and Alan thoughtfully changed the subject.

"Hermione, your nose is frozen red, why don't we go into Lady Padiff's teahouse and sit down. ”

Hermione immediately covered her nose with her hand, and sure enough, she felt the tip of her nose cold. She couldn't imagine her nose flushing, and immediately nodded in agreement with Allen's suggestion.

Alan gentlemanly pushed open the door to the teahouse, letting Hermione walk in first.

Then, Alan turned around and gave Ron an inexplicable smile as he followed.

It's a cramped and cramped teahouse, and it's foggy. Everything inside is decorated with cheesy lace, even the small round table.

Hermione suddenly became out of tune with her body, she was cramped and restless, and she was extremely uncomfortable. Because she found that the room was only one-to-one, and they were all holding hands.

Alan had walked in, taking Hermione with hermione, and sat down at the only remaining round table, next to the foggy window.

Hermione hung her head shyly.

Alan looked out the window as if he wasn't paying attention, Ron's figure looming behind a cedar.

Alan leaned forward slightly, brushing the snowflakes off Hermione's head.

Ron angrily kicked the cedar, causing the snow to fall from the tree, spilling Ron all over his face.

Ron flailed his arms anxiously, wiping them around.

Alan couldn't help but laugh, and Hermione looked up in confusion.

She was about to ask Alan what she was laughing at, but was distracted by Lady Pardiff.

"What do you two want?" asked Lady Padiff, who was fat and had her black hair in a glossy bun, struggling to squeeze between the two tables.

"How about two hot cups of coffee on this day?" Alan looked at Hermione.

A young couple at the next table began to kiss through the sugar bowl, and Hermione lowered her gaze in embarrassment, nodding her head haphazardly.

"Professor Flitwick will soon be teaching us the Happiness Charm, as I knew when I helped him prepare the handouts. Alan saw Hermione's crampedness and steered the conversation to what was of interest to Hermione.

Sure enough, Hermione's eyes widened and she looked at Allen.

He took the spell very seriously, and maybe it would be included in the final exam. Alan shrugged.

When it came to spells and into familiar territory, Hermione was in the mood. She sipped her hot coffee and relaxed on her tightly held shoulders.

Just as the two were talking, the door of the teahouse was slammed open, and a little wizard broke in.

It was Malfoy, and rarely, he wasn't followed by Goyle and Crabbe.

In the astonished gaze of everyone, Malfoy unceremoniously walked over to Alan and Hermione's table and sat down at once.

Outside the window, Ron couldn't bother to pat the snow off his body anymore, and watched them talk intently, trying to make out the shape of their lips.

Of course, he must have been in vain.

"Harry had always thought that Alan was looking for him, look, Malfoy had come to talk to him! Hermione knew that he wouldn't tell us!" Ron stomped his frozen feet in anger.

"No, we have to figure out what kind of conspiracy they're talking about!" Ron muttered to himself.

But to his despair, without Harry and Hermione, there was nothing he could do at this time!

Suddenly, there was a tap on his shoulder, and he looked back and didn't notice anyone.

Ron looked around in disbelief, "Have I been hallucinated by Alan and Hermione?"