[HP] I have a date with Snake House

☆、Do you want me to kiss you?

43. Do you want me to kiss you?

"I didn't expect that you would take the initiative to take care of the snails one day." Lanster said weakly when they walked out of the auditorium gate and stepped on the lawn in the sight of everyone, "But this is indeed a good idea. .but where do we go now?"

"Do you think I'm joking?" Draco said unmoved, "As someone who made a bad prediction about my Protection of Magical Creatures class and it came true, of course you have to really go with me Look at that bloody snail."

"I hope it killed itself in one of the explosions," Lanster said sincerely, "or got involved in another snail accident."

"If your crow's mouth is real." Thinking of the scene described by Lancet, Draco's face brightened a little, "I will help you complete this year's Transfiguration exam."

Isn't this something that already exists?In what year have you not helped me with this?

Probably feeling the meaning expressed by Lanster's obvious eyes, Prince Draco said maliciously, "It's just this year. If what you just said doesn't come true, just wait and see, no one can save you, Even Granger."

Lanster thought about it in his heart. If he really saw the book and the Blast-tailed snail under Draco's care later, whether he should kill it by 'accidentally'. There is no need for the Unforgivable Curse, just give it a spell 'Talantag Dance', its irascible companions can destroy itself.

"You can wake up from your fantasy first." Draco clubbed his arm, "Congratulations, dwarf, your dream has come true."

Lanster was awakened from his imagination by his satisfied voice, and found that they had come to Hagrid's pumpkin patch, and there were only 20 wooden boxes left in the place where the snails were kept in captivity on weekdays.

"There are only 20 left." Draco said happily. "I should have thought of this earlier. When their body size exceeds a certain size and their living area is not expanded, they will inevitably kill each other."

He said, pointing at those wooden boxes, "I don't have my name, oh..." Master Malfoy muttered in dissatisfaction, "There is no scar."

"You can change it for him." Lancet said absent-mindedly. "Change a student's name to…" He stopped, realizing that Draco might actually make his opinion come true.

Sure enough, this suggestion was approved by Master Draco, "Good job today, little man, good idea." Draco acted as if he had just met him at this time, "I thought you would be reluctant to play tricks on your dear little fan? "

"Indeed I am," Lance said regretfully, "but I was distracted just now, is it too late to take back what I just said?"

The answer is of course 'no'.In the end, Draco complacently removed a student's name from the snail box and replaced it with Harry's. "Don't thank me, I hope you have a pleasant experience in protecting magical creatures." Draco smirked and saluted the box, and walked back to the castle with Lancet contentedly.

Lancet naturally followed, although he didn't know where the young master in front was going, but one thing was clear

——He will definitely not bring himself back to either Victor or Carter, even though he will always be the "oil bottle" in the mouth of His Royal Highness.

There are many times when I don't understand Draco. For example, even in the first grade, he can calmly lead himself through the barriers set by Principal Dumbledore for Harry, and he can get the approval of almost all teachers and students. Love, who knows everything Lancet wants to know...and now, in their fourth year of knowing each other, he can still make the relationship between himself and the savior boy childish and not let anything go A chance to rival Hermione on grades and still lose one's decorum on the Quidditch field.

He doesn't seem to have changed at all...

Lancet thought in a trance.

But it's not like that -

"What are you doing, little dwarf?" His Royal Highness, who was walking in front, finally noticed the absent-mindedness of his little follower and fully expressed his dissatisfaction, "Keep up."

That's right, if anything has changed in Draco in the past three years, it's probably here.Lanster took a step to catch up, and walked side by side with the person in front. He couldn't help turning his head to look at the boy: Draco three years ago would never think of waiting behind him while walking. People who can't keep up, or force someone to write letters that meet their word count requirements during the holidays, let alone give up a chance to communicate with the heirs of foreign pure-blood families and choose to leave with whoever's second seat...

"What the hell are you thinking?" This time Draco didn't choose to wake up the boy who was stuck in his own thoughts with his voice alone. He brought Lancet into a small corridor that was not easy to be found, and then completely trapped him. into between his arms.Leaning down to look into the other person's eyes, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Why are you looking at you?Lancet looked at those special silver-gray pupils unique to the Malfoy family, and felt that his thoughts were a little wandering, yes, "You wouldn't kiss me like that..." Three years ago, this was the biggest s difference……

It might be that those silver-gray eyes were too confusing for Lancet, so in such a situation, the boy inadvertently whispered the last sentence in this quiet corridor.

Draco's mouth was pursed, and one of his hands raised Lanster's chin, pinched the opponent's soft flesh, and let his entire face be printed into his pupils, which happened suddenly The touch finally completely pulled the other party's attention back.

In the boy's eyes, there was still the confusion that he had just withdrawn from his own world, as well as a trace of inexplicable shyness. This shyness was quickly and truthfully reflected on his face, making people even more eager to know the reason for the blushing.

A somewhat low-key voice sounded in his ear, "Do you want me to kiss you?" But compared to this, the Slytherin in front of the boy wanted to get some other answers from him.

"What?" Slytherin, whose face was more red, stared back and asked, "Why should I..." The rest of the words just disappeared from the boy's mouth.

Just like in the boy's never-forgotten dream, Master Draco gave him a complete kiss that was not limited to lips.

small theater:

Xiaolong: Do you want me to kiss you?

Lance: (Pounces on him and takes a bite directly) Where is there so much nonsense (〃'3'〃) Don't talk, kiss me

Xiaolong: The daughter-in-law is too enthusiastic and can't show her boyfriend's strength?Waiting online, very urgent

The author has something to say: Xiaolong said that he couldn't bear it anymore, so whoever he is, let's kiss first and then talk (*￣ω￣)

☆, crown

44. crown

For a moment, Lance almost forgot about his situation.Although he didn't want to admit it, in fact, the kiss felt so good that the boy spinelessly clung to the tall Slytherin's neck until the other party withdrew from his mouth.

If any student of Hogwarts happens to pass through this narrow corridor, he will be surprised to find that His Royal Highness the Prince of Hogwarts is approaching in an ambiguous posture with his second lord who will be chained behind him at any time. Together.

"The technique is good," said the Slytherin, who was leaning against the wall, a little weakly, trying to make his tone more casual or calmer.Even his watery eyes and overly gorgeous lips have already ruined his efforts.

In response to this sentence, the dominant Slytherin reached out and used his thumb to repaint the saliva that had slipped from the corner of the opponent's mouth back to the slightly red and swollen lips, and his silver-gray pupils were darker than usual at this time Little, the face is full of satiation.

"Looking at your reaction, I think so too." The platinum boy accepted the approval without humility, and pinched the other's earlobe with the hand that had just been caressing Lanster's lips. The congested and fiery soft flesh was greatly stimulated, and Lance couldn't help shivering, feeling the goosebumps on his arms scrambling to pop out...

But it seemed that Draco was very satisfied with his reaction. Behind the earlobe, the hand came to the boy's light gray-blue hair, fiddled with it lightly, exposing the boy's smooth forehead to the air, It looked like a lazy dragon playing with its own treasure.

He then spoke to his little pet, "Are you happy now? Since I kissed you 'like that'?"

Lancet: "... Bah."

……

Until Draco returned to his normal attitude towards himself, Lancet decided to completely ignore the Hogwarts prince who felt too good about himself.Listen to what is this called?What's 'now happy now that I kissed you like that'? "Who does he think he is? Jin Gallon? Everyone wants him?" Even though a morning and half an afternoon have passed, Lanster still blushed after thinking about what happened in the morning and was out of breath. Call one.

Then--

"Honestly, Lanster." Daphne couldn't help looking at him worriedly, "Are you really okay? This is already the 14th parchment you destroyed this afternoon. Where are these poor things? Offended you?"

The words of the blond Slytherin girl reminded Lancet that he quickly packed up the balls of paper and collectively gave them a Fire Curse to destroy the corpses. Then, he was driven out of the library by the furious Mrs. Pince.

"No offensive magic in the library!"

Oh, come on.The young man took off the chicken feathers from his hair with a blank expression—the feather duster from Mrs. Pince, and sighed, no matter what, it would be better than someone accidentally discovering the contents of that piece of paper, Lanster was entangled He scratched his hair, that kind of parchment with names written all over it, Merlin, he always thought it was something only girls would do!

"What should I do now?" Daphne came out of the library with a book in her arms. "You obviously can't get in the library. Do you want to go back to the lounge to write?"

"No," Lanster took his divination textbook from the girl's hand, and he fully felt that he was not suitable to continue studying today. "You can continue in the library, I have other things." Said After finishing this, Lanster turned a corner and began to climb up a staircase until he reached the eighth floor, where the old tapestry was hung - the Room of Response.

He turned around outside three times with his head empty, just wanting a place where others can't find him for the time being. Then, when the door appeared in front of his eyes, the boy walked in with a sigh of relief.

And when he walked into the room that he unintentionally requisitioned, Lancet couldn't help being stunned by the room in front of him: it seemed that no one had been in the room in front of him for a long time, of course, it was not so much a room, Rather it is more like a street.

In this room the size of a cathedral, the beams of light cast by the high windows look like a city of high walls, and the streets of this city are made of various things: the crumbling pile of Broken furniture; thousands of books (spoofed, scribbled, or stolen); winged slingshots and maces; broken bottles of solidified potions; and hats , jewels, cloaks, something that looked like a dragon's eggshell; a few corked bottles still gleaming with an evil light; there were also a few rusty swords and a blood-stained axe...

Lanster not only recalled how he summoned this room just now, by the way, what he thought seemed to be: give me a hiding place so that others can't find me.

Therefore, these things in front of me are probably hidden here by the predecessors.Lanster suddenly felt that his current mood was a bit like a treasure hunt. He walked into the alleys involuntarily, and there, he saw a giant monster specimen, which was so lifelike.There are also cages that seem to have been filled with cargo, and now there are only bones left, and even a few unremarkable Nats on the ground.

He walked like this and passed through several such alleys. Basically, there is nothing really usable here, let alone things that Lancet can see. They must have been stuffed in by children inadvertently. It’s here, maybe I don’t care about it after a few days and forget it.Or the elves took the initiative to stuff them in when they were dealing with damaged items.

After another corner, Lanster stopped suddenly.It was very clear that when he turned the corner, something was peeping at him, and that feeling was very bad.Lancet couldn't help looking at the surrounding things. Not far from his left, on a wizard's head on a crate, a rusty crown was worn on the exaggerated wig.

What's strange is that judging from the style of the crown, it is clearly a crown that is biased towards women, and the style is incompatible with the entire stone statue.What concerned Lancet the most was that when his gaze met the crown, he felt a very strong sense of calling from the crown, which made the young man stretch out his hand involuntarily. , grabbing at that dusty crown...

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small theater

Xiaolong: Are you happy now?Since I kissed you 'like that'?

Lance: Smelly rascal!Start showing your face outside (ω)

Insider who doesn't want to reveal his name: Hohohoho, tomorrow's "Hogwarts Weekly" will be published again! ! !

The author has something to say: I recently fell in love with abstinence attack, what's the matter, I was so fascinated by the number one Buddhist cultivator in history.

☆, warrior

45. Warriors

At six o'clock, Lancet stepped into the school auditorium.Because it is Halloween, the decoration of the auditorium is particularly lively, but this is of course not the reason why the students came here early to sit down - the players of the Triwizard Tournament will be selected tonight.

"Where did you go?" Draco, who had been languid all this time, suddenly asked when he pulled his seat back and sat down, "Daphne said you lit a fire in the library."

If this incident was normal enough for Draco to laugh at him for a whole week, but tonight, he just looked at Lanster's face with his pupils for a moment, with an expression...unfathomable.

The boy pursed his lips, and moved his body awkwardly, "Go to the lake to stay for a while."

He didn't know why, but when the other party asked this question, he reflexively chose to hide it. In short, he didn't want Draco to know that he had been restless all day because of that kiss in the morning. The opponent's performance at that time was so flat.

You're not the only one who doesn't take it seriously, Lanster thought, tapping his palms, why should I behave like a rabbit?After thinking about this, Lance suddenly felt that his deception was much more reasonable...

Draco didn't say much, his eyes turned around him, and finally stopped at the corner of his robe, and snorted from his nasal cavity.Lancet followed his gaze suspiciously, feeling like his scalp was going to explode: How can you calmly deal with someone who can tell you a lie in a second?At this time, there was a piece of dust on the back of Lanster's sleeve. The kind of dust accumulated over the years, no matter what, it could not be formed under the water vapor on the edge of the black lake.

"Uh..." Lanster wanted to explain the origin of these dusts again, for example, they were the result of the soil drying in the sun for too long, but this was immediately interrupted by exclamations from all around, Lans Ster looked up a little angrily, and found that students from the other two schools had entered the auditorium.And when he turned his head back, he found that Master Draco was already smiling in the direction of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons.

cut.

Lanster rolled his eyes and turned his head to the side, no longer entangled in the embarrassment just now, anyway, everyone's attention has been attracted by the Goblet of Fire in the center of the hall.Beauxbatons and Durmstrang didn't sit in the middle of Hogwarts tonight, and Dumbledore arranged separate tables for them.

"Has anyone in our school fooled around?" Lanster turned his head and asked Zabini.

Zabini shrugged his shoulders, "Someone almost passed the test with a flying machine, but the magic power fluctuations on the Goblet of Fire were too strong, and the kid failed to throw it in a few times, until Professor McGonagall found him."

"Oh, good luck to him." Lancet imagined the scene at that time, and felt that he didn't want to continue this topic. "Who goes through the formal channels?"

"The Gryffindor side has the most students, almost all of the age-old students." Zabini said, pointing his fingers, "On the Hufflepuff side, only their little prince participated, and Ravenclaw has a good one." The girl from the school signed up, and 3 other boys also voted, but it's nothing to watch." His Royal Highness Qingsheng blinked, "You know that I always pay attention to people who are not good enough and don't report."

Except that Longbottom.Lanster silently added this sentence in his mind, and then turned his attention back to the food on the table.

……

Finally, when the golden plate returned to its original spotless state, all the students' hearts were raised, and the next step was the highlight of the day.Dumbledore stood up and added a loud voice for himself. Beside him, Madam Maxime and Karkaroff also stood up.

They can be said to have attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

"Well, then," said Dumbledore, "it's time for the goblet to make a decision." There was no sound in the hall, "I guess it will take another minute. Listen, when the names of the warriors are announced, I hope He walked to the far end of the auditorium, walked along the professor's bench, and entered the next room-they will receive their initial instructions there. (Original)"

Basically, after he finished the above paragraph, 1 minute had passed, he waved his wand, and immediately, the jack-o-lanterns in the auditorium went out one after another, and the hall was suddenly in a state of darkness.Only the goblet of fire in the middle is shining, and it gets brighter and brighter as time goes by. It changed from the mild blue-white soft light before, and now its flames are even a bit dazzling——

Then, under everyone's eyes, the extremely bright cold light suddenly turned red, and with crackling sparks, a ball of parchment was sprayed out by the flames.After that, the flame of the cup returned to blue-white light again.

On the other side, Dumbledore seized the parchment and unfolded it. "The champion of Durmstrang," he said in a clear and forceful voice, "Viktor Krum."

It was expected, but even so, cheers and applause swept the auditorium, and Durmstrang's selection can be said to be well-received.

After Krum walked into the room that Dumbledore had mentioned before, the flames of the Goblet of Fire changed color again, and this time it was Beauxbaton's list of warriors that came out.

"It's Fleur? Delacour!"

"It's a beautiful girl." Lanster noticed that she was the half-veela girl that Pansy told him before. At this time, she was embracing their leading professor excitedly, and beside her, Several girls who were not selected were already in tears.

When Fleur Delacour also entered the next room, the auditorium entered an unprecedented period of restlessness.Next, it's the turn of the Hogwarts warriors.

At this time, the Goblet of Fire turned red again——

"Heroes of Hogwarts," Dumbledore shouted, holding up the parchment, "Cedric Diggory!"

The auditorium was instantly filled with cheers from the long Hufflepuff table. The Hogwarts students seemed to realize the large number of people in this house today, and the sound was really deafening.

Under such noise, Dumbledore chose to indulge their cheers, and also put on a happy smile.

"Merlin's stinky sock." Draco who was beside him said the first words after dinner, "Why that stupid big man?" The face of the Hogwarts prince was full of sarcasm, "Which scar would I prefer?" head--"

"Oh, look at the Goblet of Fire!" The circle of students closest to the Goblet of Fire suddenly screamed, attracting the attention of the cheering people.I saw that the goblet that was supposed to be completely extinguished after completing its mission spewed out a red flame again. Dumbledore, who was closest to it, seemed to subconsciously stretch out a slender hand and grabbed the sheepskin. Paper.

He unfolded the parchment, followed by a long silence.Everyone knew in their hearts that there should be some terrible changes now.Then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud—

"Harry Potter."

"Congratulations." The circle of people around Draco turned their heads to him, sincerely wishing "the wish has come true."

The author has something to say: I don't want to say anything, I feel that a kiss has disturbed my little fairies, I can't accept my attack!Obviously I also have a lot of boyfriend power! !

☆, unsupported warriors

46. ​​Unsupported Warriors

Draco's face was surprisingly pale, but there was another person in the hall who was even paler than him, and was under the scrutiny of everyone present.

"Yeah," Draco said sarcastically with a sudden breath, "if something unbelievable happened here, who could it be but the savior boy?"

It's hard to say that Draco was wrong, although even that wouldn't help people accept the situation better.In fact, this could be regarded as the most embarrassing incident that had ever happened in the school auditorium - even more so than the appearance of Hagrid or Moody.There was no applause, no angry shouts, and no blessings. Even Dumbledore, even Sirius, all the professors had serious expressions on their faces.In such an atmosphere, until Dumbledore spoke first, "Harry Potter, please go there first."

Then, at the urging of the brown-haired girl, the savior boy staggered towards the room.

The people in the auditorium were hung together, and Dumbledore finally remembered their existence before the last professor entered the room reserved for the warriors. "Prefects and male and female chairmen, take the students of this college back to the lounge of your own college, students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, I think you should also have your own arrangements?"

People from the two colleges nodded and walked out of the auditorium one after another.Then, the students of the four colleges also walked out of the auditorium.Slytherin was the last house to leave today. When he stepped out of the auditorium, Lanster glanced back. The entire auditorium was empty, except for the room where the warriors were. There were so many people that they had to be discharged...

"What do you think they will do? Let Harry stay and participate?" Lancet asked the leader Draco in a low voice, what happened at this time was enough for him to put aside the embarrassing things in the morning up.

Draco raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and said firmly, "If Dumbledore gives up this chance, I'll go back and eat that wooden cup."

"I have to remind you," Lancet looked at him pityingly, "Your luck has not been very good recently, think twice, are you sure you really want to say something so categorically? Since Harry's becoming a warrior can be ignored by you Come true?"

The Prince of Hogwarts seemed to choke for a moment, as if disgusted by the facts Lancet just said, and said in a nasty voice, "Otherwise, let's make a bet?"

"Okay," Lanster nodded bluntly, "I bet Harry will become the fourth warrior."

"It seems that this gamble can't be carried out." Zabini and the others said with a smile on the side, "We wanted to join in the fun."

"Why are you joining in the fun?"

Pansy covered his mouth with a feather fan and laughed, "Bet on Draco."

Heh, what kind of gamble is this?

"There is another fun that you can join together." Draco showed a gloating expression, "I bet those idiots in Gryffindor will believe that he didn't throw in that note."

"Oh," Lancet blinked, "isn't it obvious, everyone will know that he didn't throw it in, and his face just now is as good as yours Draco."

But other people obviously don't think so, not only to buy Draco's account, but watching the lions being stupid is also one of the eternal pleasures of the Slytherins.

"It's not good to openly gamble, Chief Malfoy," the fifth-year chief and prefect Slytherin walked in front and said, "It's not conducive to the development of the students. I bet 10 Galleons, up to 3%."

"It's probably too little." Lanster said incredulously, "At any rate, he is also the prince of Gryffindor, besides..."

"That's fine. I'm also [-]%." Zabini said with a smile, "Although I think I bet a little too much."

"..." Professor Snape came over quickly and your godson was gathering a crowd to gamble... "I bet [-]%." In the end, Lancet happily joined the game. "How are you Draco?"

Prince Slytherin showed a pleasant smile and said maliciously, "No more than 10 people."

"Okay." Pansy said, shaking her feather fan, "I think tomorrow's "Hogwarts Weekly" has new content." With Merlin on board, Lanster felt that what she said was right.

……

No matter how convinced the Slytherins were of the Savior Boy's 'innocence', (actually believing that Harry was incapable of such deception. "He couldn't even get his hands on a bottle of Aging Potion," Draco said.) In short, the next day's weekly magazine published the bet in real terms, and made a sample survey.

"Judging from the survey data," Zabini said, resting his cheek with one hand, "Draco is the person who is closest to the correct answer so far." He put the newspaper in front of them, "Look at this ," the tone was full of gloating, "perfect data."

Lanster's gaze fell on the newspaper along his fingers. The headline on it was the situation of the four warriors of the Triwizard Tournament, which focused on the fourth warrior and the youngest dark horse—the golden boy.

Below that, there's the Slytherin gamble last night, which, according to the writer's investigation, turned out to be a very rounded '〇'.Congratulations to the Prince of Hogwarts for winning the bet...

"You sent another sum..." Lancet turned his head helplessly to look at the confident Prince of Hogwarts. "Tell me, how much did you win?"

"Not much." His Royal Highness Prince Jin Gallon hooked the corners of his lips, "Half a Triwizard Tournament."

"Keep your mouth shut," Pansy waved his hand in front of Lancet's eyes, "You should have known that the Malfoy family is a money grabber on the move, and Draco, he is a dragon." seat."

"But it's not right..." Lancet was hit by a bag before he finished speaking, "What is this?"

The person who threw out the bag raised his eyebrows impatiently, "I gave it to you, the bet. Although this is the Galleon that was obtained by mistake," Draco raised his index finger and tapped the table, "So do you want it?" ?”

Lancet stuffed the bag into his schoolbag without hesitation, showing a smirk exactly like the other party. "Thank you for the gift, Your Highness. Today's Prince Hogwarts has reached a new level of handsomeness."

When two very similar Malfoy classic smirks face each other, the scene is a bit unacceptable. "I suddenly felt..." Little Princess Panxi looked at Zabini hesitantly, "They look like a husband and wife."

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Small Theater 1

Pansy: I suddenly feel...they are a good couple

Xiaolong: (quite satisfied) Well said, good girl, the author please give this a good home

Small Theater 2

Lance: (holding half of the Triwizard Tournament) What's this?

Xiaolong: Here it is, the bride price

Lance: Damn, I'm worth this (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻, this day is over!

The author has something to say: You~you threw a mine

Tingyu dropped 1 mine

Tingyu dropped 1 mine

Rosy Baili threw a mine

Rosy Baili threw a mine

Rosy Baili threw a mine

Rosy Baili threw a mine

Sha Zhaxuan threw a landmine

The head of the deer threw a mine

Danmei Wolf threw a landmine

Thanks to the goblins for the mines, meh

☆、Draco, do you have any sisters in your family?

47. Draco, do you have any sisters in your family?

"Well said Pansy," Lanster glared at her with a blushing face, "You and Daphne are also a surprisingly good match."

"It's none of my business," Daphne said when her name was suddenly mentioned, "By the way, does any of you know the first item of the Triwizard Tournament?"

"The warriors don't know the specific content, my dear," Pansy didn't respond to Lanster's words. After the boys browsed the weekly magazine separately, she dragged it back to her and began to read it with great interest. Other gossip above. "But you'll know sooner or later... Oh yes." Pansy turned her head to look at Lanster excitedly, and said in a dreamy tone, "You can ask Mr. Oberon, Lanster."

Yeah, as if that wasn't messy enough.If possible, Lancet wished he hadn't been in the Great Hall this morning, because at this very moment, a man walked up to the Slytherin table while the girls were screaming.

"I think there should be nothing that can stop our conversation today, right?" Carter looked into the boy's eyes and said, "May I have the honor to invite you to take me to visit the village of Hogsmeade in England?"

"Oh yes," Pansy whispered, "I actually forgot it's Hogsmeade Day."

"Okay." Lanster patted his robe and stood up, "Seeing that I just got a huge sum of money, I can treat you to a glass of butter beer."

"Good idea." His Royal Highness Draco snorted coldly, and Lancet chose to pretend not to hear this sentence.

In the end, ignoring all the dissatisfied eyes behind him, Lanster walked out of Hogwarts with Carter.This is their first Hogsmeade week this year, but except for the children in the third grade who were more excited and almost all dispatched, the students of other grades stayed in the school because of the Triwizard Tournament. Onlookers.

They walked all the way to Hogsmeade, and without even showing Carter anything, Lance led them directly to the Three Broomsticks.

"I'm an idiot," the boy said helplessly, "so I'm afraid I won't be able to take you around Hogsmeade. To be honest, you should go to someone else for this kind of thing."

"I know," Carter said with the corners of his lips curled up, "only a pedestrian street like Rainer Street that leads to the end is suitable for you." When he said this, his eyes never left the boy's face. If possible, he Has been chasing Lancet's eyes.

"Actually, I wanted to ask from the beginning." Unable to bear it, Lanster simply focused all his energy on the butterbeer glass in front of him, counting how many bubbles there were on it, "Why did you follow me to Hogwarts?" Is it? You see, Durmstrang didn't lead the teacher to follow."

Even though he was only facing a furry head, Carter's voice was still smiling, "Why do you think I am?"

"I'm asking you because I don't know, don't try to throw the question back!" The experience of three years of acquaintance gave Lancet the feeling that he must not follow Carter's meaning and continue the topic tactfully