[HP] Marriage relationship

The chaos gradually subsided overnight. When it was almost dawn, the students in the camp returned to their tents, including the Bulgarian team members who maintained order and protected the students in the Durmstrang camp.

This was originally their last night in the UK, and they would return to Germany through the transnational magic circle early the next morning, but after a busy night, everyone was exhausted, so the team leader simply decided to stay for another day and leave in the evening .

The defeat on the field didn't affect their good mood, but no matter how young and energetic everyone was, they couldn't stand it without sleep all night. They made an appointment with each other to go back to the country and went back to their bedrooms.

Alan walked slowly to the tent where he was resting. Just as he put the double-sided mirror that Narcissa forced on him before leaving, he saw his friend hesitated to speak.

Alan turned his head, with his usual cold face, and said lightly, "What do you want to ask?"

His appearance looked extremely calm, and he managed to calm down Krum's restless heart all night.

Krum knew Alan's character well, so he directly expressed his doubts.

"What's the relationship between you and Malfoy? Alan, it's rare to see you following someone like that." Or rather, never.

"As you can see," Alan didn't mean to hide anything, he never did such meaningless things, and admitted frankly: "He is my fiance."

"Huh?" Krum was stunned, and said in disbelief, "When did it happen? When did you get engaged?"

"It's not a marriage contract. We're already engaged." As Alan said, he took off his robe and threw it on the back of the sofa. With a flick of his finger in the air, a brand new set of silk pajamas danced out of the suitcase. pop out.

A graceful arm covered with a thin layer of muscle stretched out, and the expensive pajamas were draped over the strong forearm, and Alan walked into the changing room wearing the pajamas.

The changing room has a very simple design, the upper part is opaque, and one meter close to the ground is replaced with frosted glass. When standing inside, the outline of the whole calf and part of the thigh will be clearly printed on the glass superior.

The slender and flexible waist and white and slender thighs are naturally invisible, there are only two vague outlines, but Krum doesn't care about these, his thoughts are all on what Alan just said, in his opinion, It was no less than a thunderclap in the ear.

"This is unbelievable, I can't think of it...Malfoy, they are British, I remember your English is not very good, although communication should not be a problem, but the environment you grew up in, that is simply It's not the same at all." Krum stammered, he looked as if he had been struck by lightning, his body was not burnt, but his consciousness was obviously confused, and his words didn't match up.

To be honest, he always thought that according to Alan's personality, he would find someone who was gentle and could tolerate him infinitely, but the fact was that Alan accepted the family's decision.

Accepted a boy who was younger than him, had a bad personality, and was completely spoiled by his parents.

"It's not that bad." Alan's voice was somewhat blurred through the glass, and the superficial and negligible emotions in the words could not be heard, "Malfoy's French is very good."

"Look, look, you still call him Malfoy, he's too unfamiliar with you," Krum completely ignored Alan who was slurping Draco in the tent before, and said angrily, "He doesn't look like Malfoy at all." Will accommodate you, you seem to have no common language!"

"Victor, don't you really like that Granger?" Alan came out of the changing room, his shoulder-length blond hair was loose, a few short hairs were raised on his forehead, and his clothes were loose-fitting. This made him look a little less cold and more soft.

"Ah..." When it comes to the girl he has a crush on, the careless Krum can't help but feel a little embarrassed. The tall and strong boy smiled and said, "Hermione is a good girl, knowledgeable, good-looking Brilliant and very funny character."

"She's a Muggleborn." Alan's tone was as calm as ever, with a little imperceptible arrogance as a pure-blood wizard, and said coldly: "The elders of the Krum family will not agree with your things, don't do useless work .”

Alan is not prejudiced against Muggle-born wizards. After all, there are often powerful wizards among them. Regardless of their origin, the strong are worthy of respect.The reason why I say this is just to warn my friends not to go the wrong way.

"I know, I just want to be friends with her. After all, Hermione is better than any pure-blood girl I know." Krum straightened his attitude and said seriously.

Alan raised his eyebrows. Of course he knew that Granger was very good, better than most of them. Even Draco's eyes always stopped on her.

Thinking of the imperceptible line of sight that he accidentally found in the tent before, the blond boy smiled, his eyes were extremely cold.

"So there is still hope for Audrey? She has always been interested in you." Alan tilted his head and looked at Krum who was about to take a bath.

"Huh?" Krum's eyes widened in surprise, then he smiled and waved his hands, saying, "Impossible, Alan, I don't like to associate with girls, I can't stand those delicate ladies."

Of course he had an impression of Audrey, the lady of the Castei family, she was pure-blooded, powerful in magic, and beautiful in appearance. She had as many suitors as Alan in Durmstrang, and she was a girl like a rose.

In the imagination, this arrogant girl had a good relationship with Alan. Although she spoke sarcasm or sarcasm, it could be seen that she had no ill intentions towards Alan.

After finishing speaking, Krum walked into the bathroom. Soon, the sky became completely bright, and he stood up and walked to his bedroom. After a busy night, he also needed to rest.

When the door was closed, there was the sound of dripping water in the bathroom, Alan laughed lowly, and looked at the door of the bathroom with black pupils without any emotion.

"Krum, you really got it wrong this time."

-

In the evening of the next day, the players of the Bulgarian team followed the team leader and took the train to the place where the British transnational magic circle was located. Bean and the others also ran here taking advantage of the lack of people.

"I made a suggestion to old Mr. Kolia," Juana laughed, her two rows of neat teeth were extremely white against the background of her skin, "Everyone is a Quidditch player, why don't you fly to your destination on a broomstick, The train is really slow."

Ax nestled on the side with a sleepy expression, sipped yogurt, and said lazily: "Especially when the train is late."

"Is Alan good at Quidditch?" The beautiful girl with golden brown hair turned her eyes to Alan who was reading a book with her head down, her eyes lit up, and she said with great interest, "I don't seem to have seen you play it before?"

Everyone showed a look of interest, and Alan next to Krum suddenly became the center of attention.

Alan nodded silently, and it was considered an answer. Krum kept folding his arms and closing his eyes to rest, not caring about what happened at all. Galbien laughed quickly when he saw this: "Of course Alan will, what is he not good at?" Well, it’s just that you seldom practice with us.”

"Wow—" a dark-haired girl yelled, winking at Alan, and asked, "Then Castel will also participate in this year's competition in England."

The members of the Bulgarian team in this carriage are all students of Durmstrang. The players often fly to and from various countries for competitions. Naturally, the news is very well-informed. Most of the students in the carriage are from big families in Germany. There are also very strong connections, and everyone who should know knows it.

"Three strong?" Krum opened his eyes.

"Are you going, Viktor." Juana asked.

"Go." Krum straightened his sitting posture, closed his eyes and rested.

"Then we have no chance!" said a boy.

"We have no chance if Castei goes."

Alan lowered his head and continued to write and draw on the notebook on his lap, not saying a word to the heated discussions around him. There is no age limit for the three-final competition, but it will be held in the UK. Durmstrang will definitely choose a delegation Go, according to the usual habits, the position of the delegation is given priority to the stronger.

Alan is definitely going, but he must not be representing Durmstrang in the competition. After all, he is not a German. Usually, Karkaroff will deliberately praise Krum at school, and then represent Durmstrand. Trump's success is probably Krum.

But Alan didn't want to participate in this kind of competition that was useless except for the limelight.

After marrying the Malfoy family, there is no surprise that the next generation of the Castell family is Alan.Krum, on the other hand, needed this competition to prove his abilities in order to be able to freely choose a marriage partner.

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France, Château de Castelil.

At night, the manor was very quiet. In a bedroom on the second floor, the notebook placed on the desk suddenly flickered, and the figure pruning the flower branches in front of the window seemed to sense it. Looking back, he couldn't wait to put down his magic wand. Run to the desk.

Following the master's movements, the golden curly hair that reached to the waist also moved, and it was very beautiful against the navy blue robe.

"Heh..." A few white fingers flipped over the notebook, tore off the last sheet of paper, took the quill pen on the table with the other hand, and wrote a line of words on the paper. character.

After finishing writing, he rang the bell beside the desk.

"Nick, send the letter to Delacour Manor, just say that I invite Miss Fleur to the afternoon tea party tomorrow." A deep and lazy voice sounded, and handed the folded paper to the personal butler who came in.

If you listen carefully, you can still find that the voice was originally clear, but now it is very hoarse, as if your throat has been burned by fire or your throat has been damaged.

"Okay." The butler saluted gracefully, he hesitated for a while, then smiled and called: "Miss."

The author has something to say:

I know you all guessed -V-

I'm going to participate in a competition tomorrow, don't update, don't wait

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