Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Krum wants to invite Hermione?!

How is that possible?

They clearly haven't said a word to each other before, nor have they had any private exchanges.

Ron's face was filled with disbelief.

Honestly, until now, he still thought the probability of Krum inviting Harry was much greater than inviting Hermione.

At the very least, Harry and he have known each other for a long time and are relatively familiar with each other.

Ron stared intently at Harry, as if verifying whether the other party was joking or teasing him.

Seeing Ron's disbelief, Harry quickly explained, "Really, he only approached me tonight. At first, I even thought he wanted to get the secret of the golden egg from me, and I was very wary of him."

"Get the secret of the golden egg? Did you tell him?" As soon as he finished speaking, Ron wanted to slap himself.

What time is it, and he's still concerned about these messy things.

The golden egg is nowhere near as important as Krum wanting to invite Hermione.

"How is that possible, are you confused?" Harry said, "I haven't deciphered the secret yet, aren't you very clear about that?"

"Moreover, Krum took the initiative to state that their four schools are prepared to share information and share the information of the golden egg together."

Honestly, Harry never expected that the four schools would be willing to share information.

But it has to be said that this move is indeed very clever, after all, Ilvermorny and Beauxbatons each have a golden egg, and Uagadou also has two golden eggs.

As long as the luck isn't too bad, they can definitely collect all the information.

As for Durmstrang, according to Krum's meaning, it seems that their headmaster Karkaroff paid a certain price to obtain the opportunity to get news from the other three schools.

Retracting his fluttering thoughts, Harry continued, "Krum said that he thinks Hermione is a very special girl."

"He said that Hermione is different from ordinary girls, she doesn't like to spend her time on makeup and dressing up, but likes to hang out in the library and spend her energy on studying."

"In Krum's words, Hermione is a particularly cool, particularly charming girl with her own thoughts, a girl who shines all over."

Nonsense!

Does he, Krum, even need to evaluate that?

Ron raised his eyebrows.

He had already discovered these advantages of Hermione.

Speaking of which, Krum is quite powerful, with an eye for discovering beauty, even though Hermione is already low-key enough.

No wonder he always encounters him in the library recently, it turns out he's secretly observing Hermione.

Bah!

Totally a stalker and peeping tom.

"I'm telling you," Harry laughed, "From Krum's words, I can feel that he really likes Hermione."

"Don't say, Hermione and Krum are both very excellent, and they are quite a good match."

A good match my grandma's leg!

The two are several years apart, how are they a good match?

Ron was furious, wishing he could give his good buddy a punch.

He suppressed his anger and asked stiffly, "Then what? Why did he tell you this?"

"Oh, he wants to invite Hermione as a dance partner, but he's worried about being too abrupt and making Hermione dislike him. You know, he's often followed by a group of girls, and he's also worried that directly approaching Hermione will bring trouble to her."

"So he came to me, and after asking if Hermione didn't have a dance partner yet, he invited us to go to Hogsmeade Village together next Saturday, and then formally extend the invitation to Hermione."

Good kid!

This is preparing to use Harry and himself as cover, really smart enough.

Ron couldn't listen anymore, he said in a muffled voice.

"Tired, going to sleep first, have to go to class tomorrow."

After speaking, he pulled the bed curtains and tightly closed himself off.

Harry was a little clueless about Ron's actions, and after thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure out why Ron's reaction was so cold.

Unable to think of anything, he shrugged helplessly, got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

That night, Ron tossed and turned, completely unable to fall asleep.

He tossed and turned in bed, the pillow was kneaded into a strange shape, the thin quilt was kicked to his feet several times, and many times he even wanted to shout out loud in the bed curtains.

The same question repeatedly appeared in his mind:

Will Hermione accept Krum's invitation?

Her interest in Quidditch is only so-so, and she's not a fan of Krum, so she shouldn't agree, right?

But what if she thinks Krum is a gentleman and an international superstar, and agrees out of politeness?

This sense of uncertainty is like an invisible hand, tightly gripping Ron's heart.

How about divining it?

Saying it, doing it, Ron simply jumped out of bed and began to look for his crystal ball.

Because he was too impatient, his head accidentally bumped into the bedside table, but fortunately, the surrounding classmates all pulled up the bed curtains, and no one noticed his embarrassment.

After finding the crystal ball for divination, he returned to the bed, put his hands on the crystal ball, and muttered words.

"Crystal ball, you quickly tell me, will Hermione agree to Krum's invitation?"

It's a pity, no matter how much he tossed, the crystal ball didn't have a trace of reaction.

"I knew it! Divination is a deceptive thing."

Ron was extremely angry, threw the crystal ball aside casually, and then picked up a notebook and began to tear off the page feet.

"Agree, disagree, agree......"

Tearing and tearing, he couldn't tear it anymore, because he felt that this behavior was too stupid.

"Sigh......"

He sighed long, pulled up the bed curtains, slumped on the bed like a deflated ball, and finally pulled the quilt over his head, completely burying himself inside.

It's really meaningless for him to deceive himself like this.

Harry didn't say one thing wrong, that is, Hermione and Krum are both very excellent people.

Krum is an international Quidditch superstar, and also a Triwizard Tournament champion, and he is burly, no matter which aspect you look at, he completely blows himself away.

Hermione is also excellent to the point of being ridiculous, from the first day of school, she has been in the lead with impeccable grades. Her erudition, diligence, and wisdom are even praised by many professors.

And what about himself?

Ron thought about it, and it seemed that apart from wizard chess, he couldn't find anything that he could show off.

It was precisely because he was fully aware of his own mediocrity that he always lacked the courage to send an invitation to Hermione.

Every time the idea just popped up, it was suppressed by the shadow of inferiority.

His fist gradually clenched, his nails deeply embedded in his palm, but that slight pain could not alleviate the torment in his heart at all.

"Why, why, why did I realize it so late, work so hard so late? If I were as excellent as Harry now, I would definitely express my feelings to Hermione without hesitation."

Thoughts swept like a tide, and the emotion of regret was like countless tiny ants, gnawing at every inch of his nerves.

He felt a throbbing pain in his chest, difficulty breathing, as if he was being pressed by some invisible force and couldn't breathe.

In the end, he slowly curled up, and fell into a deep sleep amidst torment and fatigue.

The next day, Ron, with the exhaustion of staying up all night, cheered himself up and struggled through a whole day of classes.

Finally, at the end of the last class, he excused himself that he had something to deal with, quietly avoided his friends, came to the Muggle Studies office alone, and gently knocked on the closed door.

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