Krum heard that and looked at Hermione in surprise.
To him, he had heard too many praises, and he had never met anyone who would openly praise another ball seeker in front of him.
Hermione looked back coldly.
Allen stepped forward and smiled as he extended his hand. "Hello, I'm Allen Harris, the ball seeker of the England team. Harris. "
"Hello, I'm Viktor Kronor, the ball seeker of the Bulgaria team. Krum. "Krum also extended his hand.
The strength of their handshake was just right, neither too light nor too heavy, completely in line with social etiquette.
Krum once again looked at Hermione.
"This is …" He turned his head to look at Allen and asked him.
"Hermione, Hermione? Granger. The best witch in Hogwarts. "Allen's words made Hermione's ears turn red.
"Nice to meet you." Krum glanced at Hermione, nodded to Allen and turned to leave.
Now, Allen and the rest had a lot of money in their pockets and their hands were a lot heavier. They said goodbye to Harry and Ron and prepared to look for their own tents.
Harris' tents were particularly easy to find. It was just next to a luxurious tent that looked like a palace and there were two peacocks tied to the entrance of the tent.
Allen went into his own tent. Although it was also very comfortable and luxurious, it was not exaggerated.
"Where have they all gone?" Alan asked, puzzled.
"Allen, I want to see Zhuo Geng. I want to have lunch with it. You don't have to wait for me." Luna finished and turned to the kitchen to prepare raw meat for Zhuo Geng.
Then, with the raw meat for Zhuo Geng and her own food, Luna pressed on the Imprint of Omniscience on her body and disappeared from the kitchen.
"I need to tidy up the things in my hands." Hermione also carried a big bag of magical souvenirs back to the bedroom.
When Hermione came out of the room, she was surprised to find that Allen was sitting at the dining table, eating with a spoon and looking satisfied.
Seeing Hermione, Allen's eyes lit up. "Hermione, you have to try this cheesecake."
Hermione refused. "You know, I don't like sweets that much."
Allen stood up. Without any explanation, he scooped up a piece of cake with a spoon and stuffed it into Hermione's mouth.
"Mmm … Mmm …" Hermione's senses were instantly enveloped by the rich sweetness.
At first, she was still nervous because this spoon had been used by Allen, but now, she was completely attracted by the delicious taste.
Hermione spread out her hands and sighed vaguely. "Wow, it smells so good!"
Allen immediately sat back down on the chair and wanted to continue tasting the cake.
"This is the best cheesecake I've ever eaten. Where did you get it?" Hermione couldn't help but walk up and lean over to ask.
"I just found it at the door. Dad left a message saying that they were invited to the Malfoy's house next door for lunch. Mom probably ordered this for us." Allen said as he ate.
"This must be to create an opportunity for us to be alone." Allen thought to himself.
Hermione picked up the box on the side and pointed at the address in surprise. "But this wasn't sent to us. It was sent to Chandler? Bin! "
Hermione threw the box on the table and sucked in a breath of cold air. "Oh, we've become thieves!"
She looked at Allen in disbelief.
Allen also felt a rare embarrassment. He hurriedly explained himself. "I opened the box without looking at the recipient's name. After using a poison testing spell, I started eating."
Allen said as he gestured. "The box has already been opened, so it can't be returned."
"Why?" Hermione asked with her hands on her waist. She couldn't understand.
"Because … it's too good!" Allen's voice was full of nostalgia. He picked up the spoon and continued eating.
Hermione helplessly ran her hands through her hair. With one hand on her waist, she pointed at the cake on the table with the other. She looked very serious. "We stole someone's cake. This is wrong."
"No, no, no, it's okay. Mr. Bin will receive another one for free. That's a win-win situation. The only loser is the large cheesecake shop." Allen hurriedly stood up and explained with conviction.
Saying so, he looked at the address on the box. "Little Mother's Bakery."
"I feel so sad." Allen was stunned. He suddenly realized that this was just a cake made by a small artisan workshop.
He pointed at the cake. "I feel a little guilty …"
Hermione scooped a mouthful of cake with a spoon and stuffed it into her mouth. "I'm very sorry. What did you just say?"
Allen immediately walked forward and cleaned up the cake. He carefully put the rest of the cake back into the box. "You know, we're just hungry. We didn't have lunch, so we're dizzy. Let's go have lunch. "
"We have to return it so that we won't be tempted," Hermione hurriedly said.
"Good idea. Where do you want to eat?" Allen asked.
"Little Mother's Bakery in Cheddar, Somerset." Hermione held the box and quickly walked over. Allen hurriedly opened the door for her.
"Thank you for treating me to lunch," Allen said to Hermione with a relaxed expression.
"Wait a minute. I didn't pay. I thought you did," Hermione frowned and said in surprise.
"I just saw you go to the front desk … Uh … Obviously, we don't have to pay for food anymore." Allen pretended to be serious as he said to Hermione.
"Am I seeing things?" Allen grabbed Hermione's hand and the two of them instantly leaned against each other.
"It's still there!" Hermione tried hard to control herself and not look at the box as she whispered.
The two of them were stunned on the spot.
After a pause, Allen said, "Mr. Bin must have gone out."
The two of them held hands and took a few steps closer to the box.
"The weather is too hot." Hermione raised her chin and said loudly.
"The cake will definitely spoil in a while. How can we let him spoil the cake?" Allen's expression was extremely serious.
"He might get sick." Hermione looked at Allen and said in a serious tone.
"I don't want that to happen." Allen also stared at Hermione and said.
"We are protecting him." Hermione spread out one hand and tried hard to convince herself.
"Let's take it away." Allen suggested.
"But we have to hurry." Hermione immediately agreed.
"Why?" Allen asked in confusion.
"Because I heard her moving around inside." Hermione immediately picked up the cake box and went into Mr. Harris's tent.
Allen realized that the usually serious Hermione was very decisive when breaking the rules at this time. It was very Gryffindor and very cute.
Allen turned around and told Hermione to wait for him to come back so that they could enjoy it together. He would go back to the restaurant to pay the bill first.
When he went back to his tent, he realized that Hermione was eating that piece of delicious cheesecake with a dreamy expression.
"You're eating cheesecake behind my back?" Allen was in disbelief.
"Uh-huh." Hermione's mouth was stuffed with cake. She froze on the spot and shook her head in denial.
"If you can whistle now, I will give you 100 gold coins." Allen raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms as he teased her.
Hermione pouted helplessly, but she couldn't open her mouth to whistle. She hissed softly, and some cake crumbs came out of her mouth.
Allen sneered. "How can you eat the cake behind my back?"
Hermione tried hard to swallow the cake. She flew into a rage out of humiliation. "What are you going to do? Are you going to tell Professor Mag? We are on summer vacation. She can't deduct my marks. We are all sweets thieves. We are not controlled by the law. "
"Alright, the rest of the cake is mine." Allen went forward and kept the cake.
"Let's split it equally. You take half, and I take half." Hermione quickly chased after him and suggested.
"That's not fair. You've already eaten half." Allen couldn't help teasing Hermione when he saw her acting like a cat with its hair standing on end.
Hermione threw the spoon onto the table, and purposely puffed up her cheeks as she said, "I think Mrs. Harris would want to know — Allen said that the cheesecake she made was' dry and coarse '."
"What are we going to use to cut the cake?" Allen smiled and compromised.
Hermione quickly ran to the kitchen, took out a knife that was specially used to cut cakes, and divided the cake into two parts.
"This cake is bigger, but there are more biscuits on the other side. Maybe I should measure it …" Allen pretended to be troubled.
"Oh, Allen, hurry up and pick one." Hermione stomped her feet.
"Alright, I'll pick that one." Allen pointed casually.
"That one is smaller." Hermione looked very happy.
"Alright, that's it." Hermione divided the cake into plates. "Enjoy your half, friend. Because the outcome has been decided. Don't come crying to me if you don't share. "
Hermione picked up her half of the cake and walked out of the door. As she walked, she turned her head and said, "If you eat your half too quickly …"
Suddenly, she tripped on the door frame, and all the cake fell to the ground.
She helplessly looked at the cake on the ground. Allen walked out with his cake.
Alan purposely walked to Hermione's side and let out a strange cry.
"Will you share some with me?" Hermione stared at Allen.
"No." Allen answered without hesitation.
"Don't share, don't come crying to me." Allen imitated Hermione's tone just now.
"I want to sit here and eat my cake. It's delicious …" Before Allen could finish his words, Hermione slapped away the plate in his hand, and the cake fell to the ground.
At this time, Krum, who was in the tent far away, noticed the two of them fighting and found that they were lying on the ground.
"Look, there's still a small piece that hasn't touched the floor." Hermione said.
"Don't cross the line. Hurry up." Allen warned Hermione.
"It should be easy to be with such a carefree and unpretentious girl like an old friend." Krum looked at Allen enviously.
Allen actually sighed in his heart. In the past, when he was with Hermione, he couldn't let go and didn't feel close. After this time, their relationship seemed to be much closer.
Allen and Hermione suddenly froze in place. The sound of footsteps came from the tent. It was Luna.
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