Chapter 349: Old friend

Krum heard this and looked at Hermione in surprise.

For him, the praises he heard were too much, and he had never met him in such a naked way to praise another looking player.

Hermione looked back coldly.

Allen stepped forward and smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello, I'm Allen Harris, the England ball seeker."

"Hello, I'm Vickel Krum from Bulgaria." Krum also extended his hand.

The strength of the two handshake is just right, neither light nor heavy, fully in line with social etiquette standards.

Krum looked at Hermione again.

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

"Hermione, Hermione Granger. Hogwarts' best witch." Allen's words made Hermione's ears red.

"Hermi ... thank you." Krum apparently couldn't pronounce Hermione's name because of the accent. He glanced at Hermione again, nodded to Allen, and turned away.

Now, Allen's money bag is empty and heavier. They said goodbye to Harry and Ron, preparing to find their own tent.

The Harris tent is particularly easy to find, just beside a luxurious palace-like tent, there are two peacocks tied to the tent door.

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

"Where have they all gone?" Alan said wonderingly.

"Allen, I want to see Zhuo Geng. I have lunch with it. You don't have to wait for me." Luna finished and turned to the kitchen. Afterwards, she brought the raw meat and her food for Zhuo Geng Luna pressed the mark of omniscience on her body, and the phantom moved, disappearing from the kitchen.

"I have to sort out what's in my hand." Hermione also returned 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 with a spoon to eat, with a contented look.

Allen's eyes lit up when she saw Hermione, "Hermione, you have to try this cheesecake."

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

Allen stood up and couldn't help but say that he dug a piece of cake with a spoon and stuffed it into Hermione's mouth.

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

She was still anxious. This spoon was used by Alan, 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 in his chair again, wanting to continue tasting the cake.

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

"I just found it at the door. My father left a message. They were invited to lunch at the Malfoy house next door. This should be ordered by my mother for us." Allen said while eating.

"This must be giving me the opportunity to be alone again." Allen muttered.

Hermione picked up the box that was set aside and pointed to the address in surprise. "But it wasn't sent to us, it was sent to Chandler Bin!"

Hermione threw the box onto the table all at once and took a breath. "Oh my God, we're thieves!" She looked at Allen with an incredulous expression.

Alan was also embarrassed, and he quickly defended himself: "I opened the box without looking at the name of the recipient, and I ate it after using the poison test magic."

Allen said while gesturing: "And the box is already open, it cannot be returned."

"Why?" Hermione asked inexplicably with her hands on her waist.

"Because it's so delicious!" Allen was full of nostalgia, picking up the spoon and continuing to eat.

Hermione reluctantly slid her hair through her hands, akimbo, and pointed at the cake on the table with a very serious look: "We stole the cake from others, which is wrong."

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

With that, Allen looked at the address of the box again, "Little Mom's Bakery ..." Allen was stunned himself. He realized at once that this was just a cake from a small workshop, and he pointed to this piece. The cheesecake obviously made with heart, "I'm guilty ..."

Hermione was obviously immersed in the deliciousness when Allen was acting. She took a spoonful of cake and stuffed it into her mouth to remember what Allen seemed to say just now: "I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

Allen immediately stepped forward to clean up the cakes he had eaten and carefully put the remaining cakes back into the box. "You know, we are just hungry, we have not eaten lunch, so we are dizzy. Let's go for lunch."

"We have to return it to apologize so that we won't be tempted." Hermione said quickly.

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

"Little Mom Bakery in Cheddar, Somerset ..." Hermione picked up the box and quickly walked over. Allen quickly opened the door for her. The two tried to visit the neighbor's tent, but found the name. The strange neighbor who had read it was already out. They had to put the compensation in front of each other's tent and pressed it on top with a cheesecake box.

Obviously, the distance and the tight time in Somerset prevented the two from teleporting, but instead found a nearby snack shop that only sells fish and chips.

The two who had appetite by the previous cheesecake ate a lot.

Walking out of the shop, Allen said to Hermione easily: "Thank you for inviting me for lunch."

"Wait a minute, I didn't pay, I thought you paid." Hermione frowned and said in surprise.

"I just watched you go to the front desk ... erm ... obviously, we don't have to pay for food anymore." Allen said to Hermione in a serious manner, and then in Miss Granger's thought she became a serial steal Before the rice prisoner, he turned back into the store and paid for the meal-and apparently the owner did not notice that they had nearly escaped the bill until then.

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

"It's still there!" Hermione tried to control herself, not looking at the box, and whispered.

The two were stunned.

After a pause, Allen said, "Mr. Bin must not be back ..." The two men looked at each other strangely and stepped closer to the box.

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

"After a while the cake must be broken, how can he be allowed to eat the bad cake?" Allen looked very serious.

"He may be ill." Hermione looked at Allen with a very solemn tone.

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

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

"We take it away." Allen suggested.

"But faster." Hermione immediately agreed.

"Why?" Allen asked wonderingly.

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

Allen found that the usual serious Hermione was very decisive in breaking the rules at this time. It was Gryffindor. Well, the tousled hair in the running was very cute.

Allen didn't run away immediately, but turned back to approach Chandler Bin's tent again, grabbed a handful of Jin Jialong from his purse, opened the other party's tent door and threw it in, then shouted: "Mr. Bin, your cake, I accepted it!"

After talking, and not waiting for the reaction, Allen used the phantom shift to teleport 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 that Hermione was eating that delicious cheesecake with a dreamy expression.

"You are secretly eating cheesecake with me on your back?" Allen couldn't believe it.

"Huh." Hermione's mouth was filled with cake, and she froze, shaking her head to deny it.

"As long as you can blow the whistle now, I'll give you a hundred gold gallons." Alan raised his eyebrows, his hands around his chest, ridiculed.

Hermione pursed her mouth helplessly, but couldn't open her mouth to whistle. She snorted a little, and some cake froth spouted out of her mouth.

Allen chuckled and said, "How can you eat me the cake first?"

Hermione tried to swallow the cake, and became angrily angrily: "What are you going to tell Professor McGonagall? We can't deduct my score during our summer vacation. We are all sweet thieves and we are not controlled by the law."

"Okay, the rest of the cake belongs to me." Allen stepped forward and put away the cake.

"Even equally, you are half, and I am half." Hermione hurried up and proposed.

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

Hermione threw the spoon on the table and bulged her cheek deliberately. "I think Mrs. Harris must want to know-Allen said that the cheesecake she made was 'dry and thick'."

"What are we going to use to cut the cake?" Allen grinned, compromising.

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

"This cake is bigger, but there are more biscuits, or I should measure it ..." Allen pretended.

"Oh, Allen, hurry up and pick one together." Hermione stomped.

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

"That's relatively small." Hermione looked very happy.

"Okay, that's it." Hermione divided the cake, "Enjoy your half, my friend, because the general situation is already set ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Don't change, don't cry to find me."

Hermione picked up her half of the cake and walked out of the door. While walking, she turned her head and said, "If you eat your half too soon ..."

Suddenly, she tripped over the door frame and the cake fell all over the floor.

She looked helplessly at the cake on the floor, and Allen came out carrying her own cake.

Alan deliberately approached Hermione and screamed.

"Will you divide me up?" Hermione looked at Allen firmly.

"No." Allen answered without hesitation.

"Don't change, don't cry to find me." Allen learned Hermione's tone just now.

"I'm going to sit here and eat my cake, delicious ..." Allen's words weren't finished yet. Hermione snapped the plate on 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 here, and when he approached, he found that the two were already lying on the ground.

"Look, there is still a small piece of mud not stained," Hermione said.

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

"It's easy to be with an old and free girl like an old friend." Krum looked at Allen enviously.

Allen was actually sighing in the heart: Before being with Hermione, she always couldn't let go, and didn't feel close. After this time, the relationship seemed to be much closer.

Allen and Hermione suddenly froze in place, footsteps came out of the tent, it was Luna's phantom shift back ...

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