Kissing or something, really can't be hasty.
The normal procedure should be to propose a relationship first, and then do this kind of thing.
Under the Christmas tree, Ivan's face was red and hot. He looked up at the dark night sky and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
Now that it has become an established fact and everyone has kissed each other, he should take the corresponding responsibility, and there is no point in continuing to entangle.
However, when I thought of the cool, soft feeling when I just touched Hermione's lips, there was a hint of sweetness
Ai Wen's face turned red again, and he was thinking wildly in his head, if he asked for a relationship, would Hermione agree
If she agrees, does that mean that I can do that kind of thing with her in the future
Ai Wen shook his head vigorously, unable to think about it anymore.
He tried his best to adjust his breathing rhythm, and was about to look for Hermione in the alley, but he just took two steps and stopped immediately.
He heard a crisp, small voice coming from a dark corner, where someone was humming softly.
The tune of this song is very strange, not cheerful Christmas music, but a slow, beautiful melody, with a bit of sadness in the crisp voice, Ivan has never heard a similar song before.
He hurriedly turned his head, and under the faint light of his wand, he saw a girl curled up in a dark doorway, humming a song in a low voice.
The girl has long light yellow hair that is slightly curled.
She was wearing the pink straw hat that Ivan and Hermione were looking for just now on her head. The brim of the hat was pressed down so low that she couldn't see her specific appearance clearly.
Judging from the appearance, she is very slender and thin, about the same height as Ginny, and her age should be about the same, about eleven or twelve years old.
The girl was wearing a set of shabby black wizard robes. It was a very old style, baggy and extremely ill-fitting. It seemed to be the clothes of a strong adult wizard. It was put on her body after a slight modification, and the cuffs were tied together. It pulled up several times before it barely fell down.
On the dusty robe, there were red stains scattered from top to bottom, spotted and everywhere.
These stains were left by unknown liquid, and they looked shocking, as if some kind of potion or traces of blood fell on it.
Ai Wen narrowed his eyes and cautiously moved forward half a step.
He secretly raised his vigilance. He didn't know whether those dark red spots on the girl's body were potion or blood stains, but they were obviously not normal stains.
According to the method Dumbledore taught himself in the cave, Ivan felt danger from this girl.
This seemingly weak girl has strong magic power, and the traces of the powerful magic released are looming on her side.
Aiwen didn't know what kind of magic trace this was, it should be a spell he had never mastered.
Apart from the suspicious spots and stains on the robe and the abnormally powerful magical reaction that does not match her age, it is very unreasonable for a little girl of this age to sit alone in this remote, dark, and silent alley at night.
Even if there is a Christmas carnival in Diagon Alley tonight, and many people gather here, it is still too abnormal.
As the distance between the two narrowed, Ai Wen noticed the girl's skin exposed outside the clothes.
Her skin was very white, but it was not the healthy milky white of normal people, but the kind of paleness that had not seen the sun for a long time and could not see the slightest color of blood.
It's like Inferi, but it doesn't look very offensive.
Of course, this may also be because the girl is too beautiful.
Aiwen saw her appearance hidden under the brim of the hat. The exquisite facial features were well matched together, and she was more beautiful than all the girls he had ever seen.
Just like a porcelain doll, it has an indescribable special temperament.
The most eye-catching thing is her eyes. The girl's eyes are not a common color, but a very rare wine red. The red is very pure and thorough.
Ai Wen took a look and fell deeply into it. He shook his head hastily, so that his consciousness became clearer.
"Merry Christmas!" Ivan nodded briefly, as a greeting, and said softly, "My name is Ivan Mason, and I am a second-year Hogwarts student. Who are you and why are you here?"
While he was talking, he naturally laid the wand in his hand across his chest, and looked at the girl vigilantly.
Hearing Ai Wen's voice, the singing stopped, and the girl didn't answer, and didn't even move.
She just raised her head and looked back at Ivan, with a slightly surprised expression, as if she didn't expect that someone would speak to her.
Then, her delicate nose moved slightly, as if she smelled something.
"The taste of food!" She said softly, with a little hoarseness in her crisp voice.
The girl's thoughtless words made Ai Wen take a step back.
He looked at the other party in horror, his mind was highly concentrated, and the magic power from all over his body naturally gathered on the wand he held tightly in his hand.
Just imagine, you obviously don’t carry anything edible on your body, but a stranger sees the first sentence you say, mentions the taste of food, and then looks at you blankly, as if you are the one in his eyes. What would this feel like
In the weirdness, there is a bit of creepiness!
The last time Ivan heard something like this was when Greyback the werewolf said it to himself and Hermione.
Because of eating human flesh for a long time, Greyback has become obsessed with the taste of human flesh. In his eyes, human beings are ordinary food. Even if he is not in the transformation state, he has long been eating human beings, especially children.
If the girl sees herself as food in her eyes, like Greyback the werewolf, then she's probably not human either.
Looking at the blood stains on her black robe, and the looming powerful magic power, Ivan felt a chill.
This is not good news. Today is still Christmas, and he doesn't want to encounter some inexplicable things again. But Aiwen is not too worried. This place is different from Hogsmeade. There are carnival crowds not far from the alley. If there is a fight, they will come soon.
Ivan took another step back, and he was about to leave here to find Hermione.
But the girl opposite seemed to be interested in Ivan. She wrinkled her nose and sniffed the air, and repeated, "The smell of food."
The clear and hoarse voice is very nice, but the words are definitely not normal.
She stood up and walked towards Aiwen, as if she didn't see the wand in Aiwen's hand. She didn't have a magic wand in her hand, nor did she cast spells or transform into other dangerous actions. In fact, her body was even thinner against the black robe, and she didn't look dangerous at all.
Alvin hesitated, not knowing what to do.
If the girl used evil black magic to attack herself, or said a few more words, Ai Wen wouldn't be as embarrassed as he is now.
He stood there holding his wand, completely unsure of what to do, whether to communicate with her or directly attack her with magic.
At the very least, you should figure out the situation in front of you, right? ! (.)