Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Kissing or something can't be rushed.

The normal procedure should be to initiate a relationship and then do something like this.

Under the Christmas tree, Ivan's face burned red and he looked up at the dark night sky for a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

Now that it has become an established fact, it makes little sense that the relatives should shoulder their responsibilities and continue to wrangle each other.

However, when I think of the cool, soft feeling I just touched Hermione's lips, there is also a slight sweet taste...

Ivan's face became angry and red, and he thought in his head, "Would Hermione say yes if he asked for a relationship?"

If she says yes, does that mean she can do that with her in the future...

Ivan shook his head so hard that he couldn't think about it anymore.

He tried to adjust his breathing rhythm and was ready to look for Hermione in the alley. He had just taken two steps and immediately stopped.

He heard a crisp, subtle voice coming from the dark corner, where someone whispered a song.

This song has a very strange tune, not happy Christmas music, but a slow, beautiful melody with a little sadness in the crisp voice that Ivan has never heard before.

He hurriedly turned his head and saw a girl curling in a dark door hole under the faint light of the wand, humming a song low.

The girl had light yellow long hair and slightly curled.

She was wearing the pink straw hat Ivan and Hermione had just been looking for, and the canopy was pressed down so low that she couldn't see the exact face.

From the looks of her figure, she is thin, thin, about the same height as Ginny, and should be about the same age, about eleven or two years old.

The girl was wearing an old black wizard robe. It was an ancient style. The collapsed suit did not fit. It seemed to be a robust adult wizard's clothing. After slightly altering it, it was put on her body. The cuffs were held up several times in a row, so she could barely fall off.

A dusty robe with scattered red stains from top to bottom, spots, everywhere.

These stains don't know what kind of liquid drops leave behind, and they look startling, like some kind of magic or blood falling on them.

Ivan narrowed his eyes and carefully approached half a step forward.

He raised his guard in darkness, and he did not know whether those dark red spots on the girl were magic or blood stains, but were clearly not normal stains.

According to the way Dumbledore taught himself in the cave, Ivan felt danger from this girl.

The seemingly weak girl had a powerful magic, and the traces of overpowering magic appeared hidden beside her.

Ivan doesn't know what kind of magic this is, and it's supposed to be a spell he never had.

Apart from suspicious spot stains on the robe and unusual powerful magic reactions against the age, little girls of this age, sitting alone in this remote, dark, silent alley at night, are unreasonable in themselves.

Even if there's a Christmas party on Diagonal Lane tonight, and a lot of people are gathered here, it's still too unusual.

As the distance between the two narrowed, Ivan noticed that the girl was exposed to skin outside her clothes.

Her skin was white, but not the healthy milky white of a normal human being, but the kind that did not see the sun for a long time and did not see the bloody pale at all.

It's like a vagina, but it doesn't look so disgusting.

Of course, it could also be because the girl is too pretty.

Evan sees her hidden face under the hat, and the exquisite sensibilities go together, prettier than all the girls he's ever seen.

It's like a porcelain doll with an indescribable special temperament.

Most striking are her eyes, which are not common colors, but very rare burgundy, red very pure and thorough.

Evan looked at it and fell deeply into it. He shook his head hastily, sobering his consciousness.

“Merry Christmas!” Ivan nodded briefly, sort of saying hello, "My name is Ivan Mason, and I'm a Hogwarts sophomore. Who are you and why are you here? ”

As he spoke, he naturally laid his wand on his chest and gauged the girl with vigilance.

When Ivan's voice was heard, the song stopped, and the girl did not answer, not even move.

She just looked up at Evan and was somewhat surprised, seemingly unanticipated that someone would speak to her.

Then, her cheerful nose shrugged slightly as if she smelled something.

“The smell of food!” She said softly that her crisp voice was a little dull.

The girl had no head and no head, so Ivan took a step back.

He looked at each other in horror, his spirit was highly concentrated, and his magic gathered naturally all over his body onto the wand he held tight in his hand.

Imagine you don't have anything to eat, but what would it feel like if a stranger saw the first sentence you said, mentioned the smell of food, and looked at you like you were the food in his eyes?

Weird, with a few hairy creeps!

The last time Ivan heard something like this, the werewolf Greyback told himself and Hermione.

Greyback has become obsessed with the smell of human flesh because he has been eating human flesh for a long time. In his eyes, human beings are ordinary foods, and even if they are not transformed, they feed on people for a long time, especially children.

If this girl, like the werewolf Greyback, sees herself as the food in her eyes, then she's probably not human either.

Look at the dripping bloodstains on the black robe on her, and Ivan feels a hint of chill if the magic is hidden.

It's not good news, it's Christmas, and he doesn't want to have extraneous branches, and he doesn't want to encounter some strange things. But Ivan wasn't too worried. Unlike Hogsmeade, there were carnival crowds just outside the alley, and if there was a fight, they'd be here soon.

Ivan took another step backwards, and he was going to leave to find Hermione.

But the girl across the street seemed interested in Evan, and she wrinkled her nose and smelled it in the air, repeating, "The smell of food. ”

The crisp, dull voice sounds very nice, but the words are definitely not normal.

She stood up and came towards Evan, as if she had not seen the wand in Evan's hand. She didn't have a wand in her hand, nor any dangerous moves such as magic, transformation, etc. In fact, her body appeared thinner and less dangerous under the black robe lining.

Ivan hesitated and didn't know what to do.

Ivan wouldn't be as embarrassed if the girl attacked herself with evil dark magic, or said two more words.

He stood in place with his wand, not knowing what to do, communicating with her or attacking directly with magic.

At the very least, should the situation be clarified?!