Chapter 349: Old Friend

Krum looked at Hermione in surprise.

As far as he is concerned, he has heard too many compliments, but he has never encountered such a naked compliment to another Seeker in front of his face.

Hermione looked back blankly.

Allen stepped forward, smiled and held out his hand: "Hi, I'm England's Seeker Alan Harris."

"Hello, I'm the Bulgarian team's seeker Viktor Krum." Krum also extended his hand.

The strength of the handshake between the two was just right, neither light nor heavy, which fully complied with the standards of social etiquette.

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 in Hogwarts." Allen's words made Hermione's ears turn red.

"Hermi... Nice to meet you." Krum obviously couldn't pronounce Hermione's name because of his accent problem. He glanced at Hermione again, nodded to Allen, turned and left.

Now, Allen's wallets are much empty, and their hands are much heavier. They said goodbye to Harry and Ron and went to find their tent.

The tent of the Harris family is very easy to find. It is next to a luxurious tent like a palace. There are two peacocks tied to the door of the tent.

Allen got into his own tent. Although it was comfortable and luxurious, it was no exaggeration.

"Where did they all go?" Allen asked wonderingly.

"Alan, I want to see Drogon. I'll have lunch with him. You don't have to wait for me." After Luna finished speaking, she turned and went to the kitchen. Then, with the raw meat prepared for Drogon and her own food, Luna pressed the mark of omniscience on her body, Apparated, and disappeared from the kitchen.

"I have to tidy up what's in my hand." Hermione also went back to the bedroom with a large bag of magical craft souvenirs.

When Hermione came out of the room, she was surprised to find that Allen was sitting at the dining table, digging something with a spoon, with a satisfied look on his face.

Seeing Hermione, Allen's eyes lit up, "Hermione, you must try this cheesecake."

Hermione refused, "You know, I don't like sweets that much."

Allen stood up, without any explanation, dug a piece of cake with a spoon, and stuffed it into Hermione's mouth.

"Mmmm...mmmm..." Hermione's senses were instantly surrounded by rich sweetness.

She was still apprehensive at first, this spoon was used by Allen, but at this time, she was completely attracted by the deliciousness.

Hermione spread her hands and sighed vaguely, "Woo... so fragrant!"

Allen immediately sat back on the chair, wanting to continue tasting the cake.

"This is the best cheesecake I've ever eaten. Where did you get it?" Hermione couldn't help but stepped forward and leaned over to ask.

"I just found out at the door. Dad left a message. They were invited to have lunch at the Malfoy's house next door. This must be what Mom ordered for us." Alan said while eating.

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

Hermione picked up the box on the side, pointed to the address in surprise and said, "But it's not for us, it's for Chandler Bing!"

Hermione threw the box on the table at once, and gasped: "Oh my God, we've become thieves!" She looked at Alan in disbelief.

Allen was also rarely embarrassed. He defended himself hastily: "I opened the box without looking at the recipient's name, and ate it after using the poison test magic."

Allen said while gesticulating: "And the box has been opened, so it cannot be returned."

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

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

Hermione ran her hands through her hair helplessly, with one hand on her hips, and the other pointing to the cake on the table, with a very serious look: "It's wrong for us to steal someone else's cake.

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"No, no, it's okay, because Mr. Bing will receive another one for free. It's a win-win situation. The only loser is the large cheesecake shop. They have to send another piece for Chandler Bing who didn't receive the cake... " Allen hurriedly stood up and explained plausibly.

As he said that, Allen looked at the address of the box again, "Little mother's bakery..." Allen himself was stunned, and he suddenly realized that this was just a cake produced by a small handicraft workshop, and he pointed to this piece Cheesecake made with obvious heart, "I'm a little bit guilty..."

And Hermione was obviously immersed in the deliciousness when Allen moved. She dug a mouthful of cake with a spoon and stuffed it into her mouth, only to remember what Allen seemed to say just now: "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 what, we're just hungry, we didn't have lunch, so we're dizzy. Let's go get lunch."

"We have to return it and apologize, so we won't be tempted," Hermione said hastily.

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

"Little Mama's Bakery in Cheddar, Somersetshire..." Hermione picked up the box and walked over quickly. Allen quickly opened the door for her. The two tried to visit the neighbor's tent, but found that the name The strange-sounding neighbors had already gone out, so they had to put the compensation money at the door of each other's tents and pressed it with a cheesecake box.

Obviously, Somerset County was too far away and the time was tight, so the two didn't teleport there. Instead, they found a nearby small restaurant that only sold fish and chips but had a very hot business.

The two of them, who had their appetites whetted by the cheesecake before, ate a lot this meal.

Walking out of the store, Allen said to Hermione with a relaxed face, "Thank you for inviting me to lunch."

"Wait a minute, I didn't pay, I thought you did." Hermione said, frowning in surprise.

"I just saw you go to the front desk...uh... Obviously, we don't have to pay for food anymore." Allen said to Hermione pretending to be serious, and then Miss Granger felt that she had become a serial thief. Before committing the meal crime, he went into the store and paid back the meal money - and apparently the owner of the store hadn't noticed their almost evading order until now.

But when the two returned to Harris' tent, "Am I not mistaken?!" Allen grabbed Hermione's hand, and the two leaned together instantly.

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

The two of them froze in place.

After a pause, Allen said, "Mr. Bin must have not come back..." The two looked at each other strangely, 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 must be broken after a while, how can I let him eat the bad cake?" Allen looked extremely serious.

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

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

"We're protecting him." Hermione spread a hand, trying to convince herself.

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

"But faster." Hermione agreed immediately.

"Why?" Allen asked suspiciously.

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

Allen found that Hermione, who was usually serious, was very decisive in breaking the rules at this time, very Gryffindor, well, the disheveled hair on the run was very cute.

Allen didn't run away immediately, but turned around and approached Chandler Bing's tent, grabbed a handful of Galleons from his pocket, opened the other's tent door and threw it in, and then shouted: "Mr. Bin, I accept your cake!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for a reaction from inside, Allen used phantom teleportation to sneak away to the door of his tent not far away, and then opened the door of his tent pretending to be calm.

When he walked into his tent again, he found Hermione eating that extremely delicious cheesecake with a dreamy expression.

"Are you secretly eating cheesecake behind my back?" Allen couldn't believe it.

"Hmm." Hermione froze in place with her mouth full of cake, shaking her head in denial.

"As long as you can whistle now, I'll give you a hundred Galleons." Alan raised his eyebrows, crossed his arms, and teased.

Hermione pursed her mouth helplessly, but she couldn't open it and let out a whistle, she gave a soft hiss, and some cake crumbs sprayed out of her mouth.

Allen sneered all of a sudden: "How can you eat cake without me?"

Hermione tried her best to swallow the cake, and became angry with embarrassment: "What are you going to do, tell Professor McGonagall? We are on summer vacation, and she can't deduct my points. We are all sweet tooth 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.

"Equal split, half for you, half for me." Hermione hurriedly chased after her and suggested.

"That's not fair, you've already eaten half of it." Alan looked at Hermione like a cat with fried fur, and couldn't help but continue to tease her.

Hermione threw the spoon on the table, puffed her cheeks deliberately and said, "I think Mrs. Harris would like to know - Ellen said her cheesecake was 'dry and chunky'."

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

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

"This cake is bigger, but the other biscuit is more, or I should measure it..." Allen pretended to be suspicious.

"Oh, Ellen, hurry up and pick one." Hermione stomped her feet.

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

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

"Okay, that's it." Hermione divided the cake into plates, "Enjoy your half, my friend, because the general situation is fixed. No difference, don't cry for me."

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

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

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

Allen deliberately walked up to Hermione and let out a strange cry.

"Will you share with me?" Hermione looked at Alan fixedly.

"No." Allen replied without hesitation.

"It doesn't matter, don't cry for me." Alan imitated Hermione's tone just now.

"I'm going to sit here and eat my cake, it's delicious..." Before Alan finished speaking, Hermione slapped the plate off his hand, and the cake fell to the ground.

At this time, Krum in the tent in the distance noticed the noise of the two people fighting here, and when he approached, he found that the two people were already lying on the ground.

"Look, there's still a small piece that hasn't been covered with mud," Hermione said.

"Don't cross the line, hurry up." Allen warned Hermione.

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

In fact, Allen was also sighing in his heart: I used to be with Hermione, and I always couldn't let go, and I didn't feel close. After this time, the relationship seems to be much closer.

Allen and Hermione suddenly froze in place, and the sound of footsteps came from inside the tent, it was Luna who Apparated back...

When the two were embarrassed and didn't know how to explain the situation before them, Luna who opened the tent door widened her light silver eyes, squatted in front of the two of them, and suddenly took out a spoon: "Okay, we What to eat?"