Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Kissing something, really can't be too hasty.

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

Under the Christmas tree, Ai Wen’s face was red and hot. He looked up at the dark night sky and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

Since it has become an established fact, and you are dear, you should assume the corresponding responsibilities, and it will not make sense to continue to entangle.

However, when I think of my face just touching Hermione’s lips, it’s cool, soft, and has a sweet taste.

Ai Wen’s face was red, and he was thinking about it. If he asked for his own communication, would Hermione promise?

If she promised, does that mean that she can do that with her in the future?

Ai Wen shook his head hard and couldn't think about it anymore.

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

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

The tunes of this song are very strange. It is not a happy Christmas music, but a slow, beautiful melodies. There is a bit of sadness in the crisp voice. I have never heard similar songs before.

He hurriedly turned his head, and under the faint light of his wand, he saw a girl curled up in a dark doorway and sang songs low.

The girl has long, pale yellow hair and curls slightly.

The top of her head was carrying the pink straw hat that Evan and Hermione had just looked for. The brim was pressed down very low and could not see the specific appearance.

From the appearance, her figure is very slender and thin, and her height is about the same as that of Jin Ni. She should be about the same age, about eleven or two years old.

The girl wore a set of worn black wizard robes. It was a very old style. The loose scorpion was very unfit. It seemed to be a large-sized adult wizard's clothes. It was slightly modified and put on her body. I pulled up a few times and barely fell.

On the dusty robes, the red stains scattered from top to bottom, spotted, everywhere.

These stains don't know what the liquid is left behind, and it looks shocking. It is like a trace of a potion or blood falling on it.

Evan squinted and carefully approached half a step forward.

He secretly raised his vigilance. He didn't know whether the dark red spots on the girl were potions or blood stains, but it was obviously not a normal stain.

According to Dumbledore's method of teaching himself in the cave, Evan felt dangerous from the girl.

This seemingly weak girl has a strong magical power, and the traces of the powerful magic released are looming on her side.

Ai Wen didn't know what the magic left was, it should be a curse he had never mastered.

In addition to the suspicious spotted stains on the robes and the unusually powerful magical reaction to the age, this young girl, sitting alone in this lonely, dim, silent alley at night, is unreasonable.

Even though there is a Christmas party in Diagonal Lane this evening, many people are gathered here, but it is still too unusual.

As the distance between the two people narrowed, Avon noticed the girl's skin on the outside of the clothes.

Her skin is very white, but it is not the healthy white of normal people, but the paleness that she can't see the sun for a long time.

It's like a corpse, but it doesn't look too disgusting.

Of course, this may also be because the girl is too beautiful.

Ai Wen saw her hiding under the cap, and the delicate facial features were reasonably matched, and all the girls he had seen were more beautiful.

Just like a porcelain doll, there is an indescribable special temperament.

The most striking thing is her eyes. The girl's smart eyes are not common colors, but very rare wine red. The red is very pure and thorough.

When Ai Wen took a glance, he fell deeply into it. He shook his head in a hurry and made his consciousness clear.

"Merry Christmas!" Ai Wen briefly nodded, and said hello, said softly, "My name is Avon Mason, who is a second-year student of Hogwarts. Who are you, why are you here?"

As he spoke, he turned his wand in his hand naturally and looked at the girl with vigilance.

When I heard the voice of Ai Wen, the song stopped, the girl did not answer, and even did not move.

She just looked up and looked back at Ai Wen. She looked a little surprised and didn't seem to think that someone would talk to her.

Then, her delicate nose shook a little, as if smelling something.

"The taste of the food!" she said softly, with a hint of hoarseness in her crisp voice.

The girl’s headless words made Ai Wen take a step back.

He looked at each other with horror, the spirit was highly concentrated, and the magic of the whole body naturally gathered in the clasp of the hand.

Imagine that you don’t have anything to eat, but a stranger sees the first sentence you say, and mentions the taste of the food, and then looks at you like you, just like you are in his eyes. Food, what would it feel like?

Surprising, with a bit of creeps!

The last time Evan heard something like this, it was still the wolfman Greyback who said to himself and Hermione.

Because of the long-term consumption of human flesh, Greyback has become obsessed with the taste of human flesh. In his eyes, human beings are ordinary foods. Even if they are not transformed, he has long been eating people, especially children.

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

Looking at the **** spots on her black robes, and the faint powerful magic, Evan felt a chill.

This is not good news. Today is still Christmas. He doesn't want to make extra money, and then encounters some inexplicable things. However, Ai Wen is not worried. It is different from Hogmund. The people outside the alleys are carnival people. If there is a fight, they will come soon.

Ai Wen took another step back and he was ready to leave to find Hermione.

But the girl across the street seemed to be interested in Ai Wen. She wrinkled her nose and smelled it in the air, repeating it again, "The taste of food."

It’s very nice to have a hoarse voice in the crisp, but it’s absolutely not normal.

She stood up and walked over to Ai Wen, as if she didn't see the wand in Ai Wen's hand. There is no wand in her hands, and there are no dangerous moves such as casting spells and turning. In fact, her body looked thinner in the black robes and looked a little dangerous.

Ai Wen groaned, I don't know what to do.

If the girl attacks herself with evil black magic, or says two more words, Evan will not be as embarrassed as it is now.

He stood in the same place with his wand, completely ignorant of how to be good, whether to communicate with her or directly attack with magic.

At the very least, should you clear the situation at hand? ! (To be continued.)