Chapter 329 Who will have children with you?
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
Hermione's face was red, and she finally got out of her blank mind. She first looked around to see if there were any familiar people or noticed the little wizard on her side. Then she raised her little hand and patted Soul's arm hard, and wiped it with the other hand. Wiped his mouth.
"Stinky man! Stinky man! Stinky man!"
Soul got the benefit and looked at Hermione's pink face with a smile, and even licked his lips under Hermione's wide almond-shaped eyes.
Such a proud and advantageous move made the little girl slap her even more aggressively.
"Oh, be careful." Hermione didn't notice Mrs. Puddifer behind her, and almost knocked the tray in her hand to the ground. Fortunately, Mrs. Pudifah raised her hand and dodged it.
Mrs. Puddieff looked at Hermione's red face and the proud Soul.
"Bullying girls is not a gentleman's behavior, little wizard." She teased and put the ice cream and cold drinks in the plate on the table.
"I think you need something cool to cool down, beautiful girl."
Faced with Mrs. Puddifer's kind teasing, Hermione lowered her head deeply. If the weather was cold at this time, she would definitely be able to see wisps of smoke rising from her head.
Mrs. Pudifu didn't care either. After Suer thanked her, she nodded and turned to leave.
After a while, Suer looked at Hermione who was still lowering her head, raised his hand and patted Hermione on the shoulder, causing the little girl to quickly jump back and cover her lips with her hand, watching Suer's series of actions vigilantly.
"What...what are you doing!"
"I want to remind you that ice cream melts easily." Suer chuckled and pointed to the ice cream filled with cranberry jam on the table.
Hermione looked at Soul with vigilance like a kitten. Realizing that Soul didn't want to do what he did just now, she moved step by step closer to a position where she could reach the chair, dragging her chair quickly. He ran back to his original position.
In this way, after ten minutes of silence, until the ice cream cup in front of her bottomed out and the blush on Hermione's face subsided, she raised her head and glared at Soul.
"Hurry up and say something else, and I'll bite you to death."
oh?bite?Su Er raised his eyebrows and dared to ask the heroine how to bite?
Between lovers, a proper amount of flirting like this can help the relationship develop, but everything has to be done in a degree, and it is important to grasp the degree. At this time, it is not suitable to commit suicide.
So Soul honestly answered the question that Hermione had been curious about since just now, even if she didn't hesitate to kiss him on the face. It was supposed to be something that could be known in two months, but why did Sirius change his words abruptly in the middle of the sentence? Let’s go, are you full of expectations?
"The Triwizard Tournament?" Hermione blinked blankly, "What is that?"
"An international event jointly organized by three schools, but I think it would be more appropriate to describe it as intercontinental." Suer shrugged,
"Because the three schools are the three largest magic schools in Europe, namely our Hogwarts, Beauxbatons Academy in France, and Durmstrang Academy in Germany."
"A warrior is selected from each school, and then goes through a series of competitions to compete for the trophy placed in the final field. The final champion will be rewarded, that's about it."
"How come I've never heard of this?" Hermione blinked, "I've never seen any records of this competition in the library."
"Of course, because the Triwizard Tournament has been suspended for many years. In fact, it was first founded more than 700 years ago. According to tradition, it should be held every five years, and the three schools will take turns hosting it."
"Then why do you know?" Hermione asked immediately.
"I learned about it from Dumbledore." Suer told a fib without changing his face. You can't say that you are actually from another world. In fact, the world you live in has been written into a book in another place. Book?
This is a secret that must be hidden deep in the soul and cannot be told to others.
"Oh." Hermione nodded and asked curiously, "Since the history is so long, why was it interrupted again?"
"Because too many people died." Suer shook his head.
"Too many people died?" Hermione's face was shocked. "Why did people die in the Triwizard Tournament? Isn't this a competition between schools? A dangerous sport like Quidditch can be successfully held..."
"Because no one has ever died in Quidditch, Hermione," Soule said. "Because even if you fall from a height and break your neck, magic can always heal you."
"The casualties of Triwizard Tournament contestants are simply uncontrollable. Someone will lose their life almost every once or twice. According to Professor Dumbledore, there are even cases where the principal is injured."
"If it's so dangerous, why resume this game?" Hermione asked again.
"Well... Professor Dumbledore didn't tell me about this." Soul continued to use Dumbledore as a shield. Hermione couldn't ask Dumbledore anyway.
"But I guess it's probably to give wizards from different countries an opportunity to communicate with each other, to promote international magical exchanges, and so on. It's a concept similar to school exchange in the Muggle world."
Hermione nodded as if she understood, and then asked, "How will the hero be selected? It won't be by everyone's vote, right?"
"I don't know either." Suer spread his hands, "It is said that the selection method is different every year. Anyway, we will know in two months."
"From what Sirius said, it should be hosted by Hogwarts this year."
"That's true, but you don't have any intention of participating in the Triwizard Tournament, right?" Hermione looked at Soul with worry in her eyes. She guessed that if a warrior was to be selected from the entire school, his strength would be One of the essential filtering conditions.
"Of course I won't go." Suer shook his head, "What will you do if I die? I still want to have a few more children with you in the future."
Just kidding, Soul knew that in the end of this Triwizard Tournament, he would have to face a noseless bald monster, so he wouldn't just take a shot from Avada and chew the giant melon to see if he would die.
But...Sul remembers that people will die in this Triwizard Tournament. Cedric is a good guy. It's a pity to die. Let's see if there is any way to let him escape this death. Tribulation.
Well...
"Who, who wants to have a baby with you!" The blush that had just subsided returned to Hermione's face. "Don't be too narcissistic! Humph!"
At this time, the door of Mrs. Pudifu's teahouse was pushed open, and a little wizard ran in with sweat all over his head. The crisp sound of wind chimes rang. The little wizard who broke in stood at the door and looked around, and then confirmed The person he was looking for quickly ran over, followed by a little wizard with bright red hair.
It's Harry and Ron.
"You are indeed here." Harry said in a serious tone, facing Sol and Hermione who were full of doubts, "Professor Lupin...Professor Lupin..."
"Stinky man! Stinky man! Stinky man!"
Soul got the benefit and looked at Hermione's pink face with a smile, and even licked his lips under Hermione's wide almond-shaped eyes.
Such a proud and advantageous move made the little girl slap her even more aggressively.
"Oh, be careful." Hermione didn't notice Mrs. Puddifer behind her, and almost knocked the tray in her hand to the ground. Fortunately, Mrs. Pudifah raised her hand and dodged it.
Mrs. Puddieff looked at Hermione's red face and the proud Soul.
"Bullying girls is not a gentleman's behavior, little wizard." She teased and put the ice cream and cold drinks in the plate on the table.
"I think you need something cool to cool down, beautiful girl."
Faced with Mrs. Puddifer's kind teasing, Hermione lowered her head deeply. If the weather was cold at this time, she would definitely be able to see wisps of smoke rising from her head.
Mrs. Pudifu didn't care either. After Suer thanked her, she nodded and turned to leave.
After a while, Suer looked at Hermione who was still lowering her head, raised his hand and patted Hermione on the shoulder, causing the little girl to quickly jump back and cover her lips with her hand, watching Suer's series of actions vigilantly.
"What...what are you doing!"
"I want to remind you that ice cream melts easily." Suer chuckled and pointed to the ice cream filled with cranberry jam on the table.
Hermione looked at Soul with vigilance like a kitten. Realizing that Soul didn't want to do what he did just now, she moved step by step closer to a position where she could reach the chair, dragging her chair quickly. He ran back to his original position.
In this way, after ten minutes of silence, until the ice cream cup in front of her bottomed out and the blush on Hermione's face subsided, she raised her head and glared at Soul.
"Hurry up and say something else, and I'll bite you to death."
oh?bite?Su Er raised his eyebrows and dared to ask the heroine how to bite?
Between lovers, a proper amount of flirting like this can help the relationship develop, but everything has to be done in a degree, and it is important to grasp the degree. At this time, it is not suitable to commit suicide.
So Soul honestly answered the question that Hermione had been curious about since just now, even if she didn't hesitate to kiss him on the face. It was supposed to be something that could be known in two months, but why did Sirius change his words abruptly in the middle of the sentence? Let’s go, are you full of expectations?
"The Triwizard Tournament?" Hermione blinked blankly, "What is that?"
"An international event jointly organized by three schools, but I think it would be more appropriate to describe it as intercontinental." Suer shrugged,
"Because the three schools are the three largest magic schools in Europe, namely our Hogwarts, Beauxbatons Academy in France, and Durmstrang Academy in Germany."
"A warrior is selected from each school, and then goes through a series of competitions to compete for the trophy placed in the final field. The final champion will be rewarded, that's about it."
"How come I've never heard of this?" Hermione blinked, "I've never seen any records of this competition in the library."
"Of course, because the Triwizard Tournament has been suspended for many years. In fact, it was first founded more than 700 years ago. According to tradition, it should be held every five years, and the three schools will take turns hosting it."
"Then why do you know?" Hermione asked immediately.
"I learned about it from Dumbledore." Suer told a fib without changing his face. You can't say that you are actually from another world. In fact, the world you live in has been written into a book in another place. Book?
This is a secret that must be hidden deep in the soul and cannot be told to others.
"Oh." Hermione nodded and asked curiously, "Since the history is so long, why was it interrupted again?"
"Because too many people died." Suer shook his head.
"Too many people died?" Hermione's face was shocked. "Why did people die in the Triwizard Tournament? Isn't this a competition between schools? A dangerous sport like Quidditch can be successfully held..."
"Because no one has ever died in Quidditch, Hermione," Soule said. "Because even if you fall from a height and break your neck, magic can always heal you."
"The casualties of Triwizard Tournament contestants are simply uncontrollable. Someone will lose their life almost every once or twice. According to Professor Dumbledore, there are even cases where the principal is injured."
"If it's so dangerous, why resume this game?" Hermione asked again.
"Well... Professor Dumbledore didn't tell me about this." Soul continued to use Dumbledore as a shield. Hermione couldn't ask Dumbledore anyway.
"But I guess it's probably to give wizards from different countries an opportunity to communicate with each other, to promote international magical exchanges, and so on. It's a concept similar to school exchange in the Muggle world."
Hermione nodded as if she understood, and then asked, "How will the hero be selected? It won't be by everyone's vote, right?"
"I don't know either." Suer spread his hands, "It is said that the selection method is different every year. Anyway, we will know in two months."
"From what Sirius said, it should be hosted by Hogwarts this year."
"That's true, but you don't have any intention of participating in the Triwizard Tournament, right?" Hermione looked at Soul with worry in her eyes. She guessed that if a warrior was to be selected from the entire school, his strength would be One of the essential filtering conditions.
"Of course I won't go." Suer shook his head, "What will you do if I die? I still want to have a few more children with you in the future."
Just kidding, Soul knew that in the end of this Triwizard Tournament, he would have to face a noseless bald monster, so he wouldn't just take a shot from Avada and chew the giant melon to see if he would die.
But...Sul remembers that people will die in this Triwizard Tournament. Cedric is a good guy. It's a pity to die. Let's see if there is any way to let him escape this death. Tribulation.
Well...
"Who, who wants to have a baby with you!" The blush that had just subsided returned to Hermione's face. "Don't be too narcissistic! Humph!"
At this time, the door of Mrs. Pudifu's teahouse was pushed open, and a little wizard ran in with sweat all over his head. The crisp sound of wind chimes rang. The little wizard who broke in stood at the door and looked around, and then confirmed The person he was looking for quickly ran over, followed by a little wizard with bright red hair.
It's Harry and Ron.
"You are indeed here." Harry said in a serious tone, facing Sol and Hermione who were full of doubts, "Professor Lupin...Professor Lupin..."
