All things are three at Hogwarts

Krum heard this and looked at Hermione in surprise.

For him, he had heard too many compliments, and he had never encountered such a naked compliment to another Seeker in front of him.

Hermione looked back coldly.

Alan walked forward, smiled and extended his hand: "Hello, I am Alan Harris, the seeker of the England team."

"Hello, I am Viktor Krum, the seeker of the Bulgarian team." Krum also extended his hand.

The two shook hands with just the right strength, neither light nor heavy, which fully complied with social etiquette standards.

Krum turned his attention to Hermione again.

"This is..." He turned to look at Allen and asked him.

"Hermione, Hermione Granger. The witch with the best grades at Hogwarts." Allen's words made Hermione's ears turn red.

"Nice to meet you." Krum glanced at Hermione, nodded to Allen, turned and left.

Now, Allen's wallets are much empty and their hands are much heavier. They bid farewell to Harry and Ron and prepared to find their own tent.

The Harris family's tent is particularly easy to find. It is right next to a luxurious palace-like tent, with two peacocks tied at the door of the tent.

Allen got into his tent. Although it was very comfortable and luxurious, it was by no means exaggerated.

"Where have they gone?" Alan asked in confusion.

"Ellen, I want to see Drogon. I'll have lunch with him. You don't have to wait for me." After Luna said that, she turned and went to the kitchen to prepare raw meat for Drogon's lunch.

Then, taking the raw meat prepared for Drogon and her own food, Luna pressed the mark of omniscience on herself, disapparated, and disappeared from the kitchen.

"I have to organize my things." Hermione also returned to the bedroom carrying a large bag of magic craft souvenirs.

When Hermione came out of the room, she was surprised to find Alan sitting at the dining table, eating something with a spoon, 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, scooped out a piece of cake with a spoon and stuffed it into Hermione's mouth.

"Hmm... um..." Hermione's senses were instantly surrounded by the rich sweetness.

She was still worried that this spoon was used by Allen, but at this time, she was completely attracted by the delicious food.

Hermione spread her hands and exclaimed vaguely: "Wow, it smells so good!"

Allen immediately sat back on the chair and wanted to continue tasting the cake.

"This is the best cheesecake I have ever tasted. Where did you get it?" Hermione couldn't help but walked up and leaned over to ask.

"I just found it at the door. Dad left a message. They were invited to have lunch at the Malfoy's house next door. Mom must have ordered this for us." Alan said as he ate.

"This must be another opportunity for us to be alone." Allen thought to himself.

Hermione picked up the packaging box placed aside, pointed to the address in surprise and said: "But this is not sent to us, it is sent to Chandler Bing!"

Hermione threw the box on the table and gasped: "Oh, we have become thieves!"

She looked at Allen in disbelief.

Allen also felt a rare embarrassment. He defended himself in a hurried tone: "I opened the box without looking at the recipient's name, used the poison test magic and started eating it."

Allen gestured as he said: "The box has been opened and cannot be returned."

"Why?" Hermione asked incomprehensibly, with her hands on her hips.

"Because it's so delicious!" Allen's tone was full of nostalgia, he picked up the spoon and continued to eat.

Hermione helplessly ran her hands through her hair, put one hand on her hips, and pointed to the cake on the table with the other, with a very serious expression: "We stole someone else's cake. This is wrong."

"No, no, no, it doesn't matter, because Mr. Bing will receive another one for free. It's a win-win situation. The only loser is the large cheesecake shop." Allen hurriedly stood up and explained plausibly.

As he said that, he looked at the address of the box, "Little Mom's Bakery."

"I feel so sad." Allen was stunned. He suddenly realized that this was just a cake produced by a small handicraft workshop.

He pointed at the cake, "I feel a little guilty..."

Hermione took a bite of the cake with a spoon and stuffed it into her mouth: "I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

Allen immediately stepped forward, cleaned up the eaten cakes, and carefully put the remaining cakes back into the box, "You know, we are just hungry, and we didn't eat lunch, so we are dizzy. Let's go have lunch. Bar."

"We have to give it back so we won't be tempted," Hermione said quickly.

"Good idea, where do you want to eat?" Allen asked.

"Little Mother's Bakery in Cheddar, Somerset." Hermione picked up the box and walked over quickly, and Alan quickly opened the door for her.

"Thank you for inviting me to lunch." Alan said to Hermione with a relaxed look.

"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... um... obviously, we don't have to pay for food anymore." Alan said to Hermione pretending to be serious.

"Am I right?" Allen took Hermione's hand, and the two of them leaned together instantly.

"It's still there!" Hermione whispered, trying not to look at the box.

The two people stayed in place.

After a pause, Allen said, "Mr. Bing must have gone out."

The two held hands and took a few steps closer to the box.

"The weather is really too hot." Hermione raised her chin and raised her voice.

"The cake will be spoiled later. How can we let him eat the spoiled cake?" Allen's expression was extremely serious.

"He might be sick." Hermione looked at Allen with a serious tone.

"I don't want that to happen." Alan said, also staring at Hermione.

"We are protecting him." Hermione spread out a hand and tried to convince herself.

"Let's take it away," Alan suggested.

"But faster." Hermione agreed immediately.

"Why?" Allen asked doubtfully.

"Because I heard her moving around inside." Hermione immediately picked up the cake box and got into Mr. Harris's tent.

Allen found that Hermione, who was usually serious, was very decisive in breaking the rules at this time, very Gryffindor, um, very cute.

Alan turned around and told Hermione to wait for him to come back and enjoy it together while he went back to the restaurant to pay the bill.

When he approached his tent again, he found Hermione eating the extremely delicious cheesecake with a dreamy expression.

"You secretly eat cheesecake behind my back?" Allen looked in disbelief.

"Uh-huh." Hermione's mouth was filled with cake, and she froze in place, shaking her head in denial.

"As long as you can whistle now, I'll give you a hundred gold galleons." Allen raised his eyebrows, crossed his hands across his chest, and teased.

Hermione pouted helplessly, but couldn't open her mouth to whistle. She shushed slightly, and some cake crumbs spurted out of her mouth.

Allen suddenly laughed out loud: "How can you eat the cake first without my back?"

Hermione swallowed the cake hard and became angry: "What do you want to do, tell Professor McGonagall? She can't deduct points from me during our summer vacation. We are all sweet thieves, and we are not controlled by the law."

"Okay, the rest of the cake is mine." Allen stepped forward and put away the cake.

"Split it equally, half for you and half for me." Hermione quickly caught up and suggested.

"That's not fair, you've already eaten half of it." Allen looked at Hermione like a cat with explosive hair and couldn't help but continue teasing her.

Hermione threw the spoon on the table, deliberately puffed up her cheeks and said, "I think Mrs. Harris must want to know that Ellen said the cheesecake she made was dry and chunky."

"What are we going to use to cut the cake?" Alan smiled and compromised.

Hermione quickly ran to the kitchen, took out a cake-cutting knife, and divided the cake into two parts.

"This cake is bigger, but the other biscuit is bigger, maybe I should measure it..." Allen pretended.

"Oh, Ellen, pick a piece quickly." Hermione stamped her foot.

"Okay, I'll pick that piece." Allen pointed casually.

"That one is smaller." Hermione looked very happy.

"Okay, that's it." Hermione divided the cake between plates, "Enjoy your half, my friend, because the situation is determined. No matter what, don't come to me crying."

Hermione picked up her half of the cake and walked out the door. As she walked, she turned around and said, "If you eat up your half too quickly..."

Suddenly, she tripped over the door frame and all the cakes fell to the ground.

She looked helplessly at the cake on the ground, and Allen walked out with his own cake.

Allen deliberately walked up to Hermione and screamed strangely.

"Will you give me some?" Hermione looked at Alan steadily.

"No." Allen replied without hesitation.

"No matter what, don't come to me crying." Allen said, imitating Hermione's tone just now.

"I'm going to sit here and eat my cake, it's delicious..." Before Allen could finish his words, Hermione slapped the plate off his hand, and the cake fell to the ground.

At this time, Klum, who was in the tent in the distance, noticed the two people playing around here and found that the two people 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," Alan warned Hermione.

"It should be easy to be with such a free and unpretentious girl like an old friend." Krum looked at Allen enviously.

Allen was actually lamenting in his heart: He couldn't let go when he was with Hermione before, and he didn't feel close to her. The relationship seemed much closer after this time.

Allen and Hermione suddenly froze on the spot, and the footsteps came from the tent and it was Luna.

When the two of them were embarrassed and didn't know how to explain the situation, Luna's light silver eyes widened, squatted in front of them, and suddenly took out a spoon: "Okay, what do we want to eat?"