[HP] Marriage relationship

Alan struggled through the rows of tents in the misty field. Most of them looked ordinary, and the owner of the tents had tried to make them look like Muggles, adding chimneys, bells, or weather vanes.

However, it was too obvious that there were tents everywhere. Alan's eyesight was not outstanding in normal conditions, but even so, he could easily see thousands of tents covering the field.

The person leading the way for Alan was an ordinary Muggle. He muttered about these strange people in a low voice as he walked in front. Alan's English is not very good, especially in the state of noisy people, he can only vaguely hear a few words. Words like 'weird people' 'party' or something like that.

Alan was not at all surprised by Mr. Robert's suspicion. In fact, even he was very surprised by how closed the British wizards were. They hardly knew how to pretend to be an ordinary Muggle. Just now, and An old man walked past humming a song in a lady's windbreaker and floral trousers.

"These people are really weird. If you ask me, they seem to have come from all over the world to attend the ceremony..." Mr. Robert, who was chattering, paused for a while. Alan followed his gaze and saw a three-storey palace-like The tent hung with expensive silk looked nondescript, and in terms of size, it was absolutely impossible to set it up in a few days. Of course, in the world of magic, it was not surprising at all.

"Sir, is Camp No. [-] coming soon?" Alan called out in time, and called Mr. Robert's attention back with his unprofessional English with blunt twists.

Sure enough, Mr. Robert didn’t look at the tent any more. Anyway, there are plenty of weird tents around, so it’s not surprising to see more of them. He smiled when he heard the English with a strong accent, and replied: “It’s just a matter of turning over this hill. Here, sir, are you French?"

Alan glanced at Mr. Robert in surprise. Since he lived in Germany all year round, his word habits inevitably became German. English and German belong to the same language family, so Alan doesn't have much problem with words. Yes, just a little unskilled, many people think he is German.

Mr. Robert raised his hand with a smile, greeted his passing companions, and said with a smile: "My wife is French, and I have heard her speak French English for decades—ah, here we are!"

While talking, they finally passed the large tent area, passed through a forest, and came to a very empty place, with only a small tent standing there alone.

"Hey, Alan." The muscular boy came out of the small tent and greeted this side. He was wearing a red race suit, and the slightly tight clothes completely showed his lean muscles. Behind him, a dark-skinned girl with a fiery figure also jumped out, and turned around and shouted something loudly into the room.

"Victor, Juana, good evening." Alan thanked Mr. Robert, and watched the figure of the other party disappear into the woods, then turned and waved, and walked towards the tent.

"Alan, you almost missed our carnival!" Juana, who has a straightforward personality, directly pulled Alan into the tent, "Come on, everyone is inside, they wanted to come out together just now, I'm really afraid of that poor Muggle old man I was frightened to death, after all, such a small tent does not seem to be able to accommodate so many people."

"I think he's surprised enough. Those tents outside are really—Victor! That's mine!" Another girl with blonde hair blinked and walked over with two glasses of red wine. One cup was snatched by Viktor Krum, who came in last, and the beautiful girl whose appearance and temper seriously did not match jumped her feet angrily.

"Ax, I thought you liked butterbeer better." Krum laughed.

"But I prefer to have a drink with Alan." Ax gave Krum a blank look, stepped on the high heels that were several inches and left, and glanced at Alan before leaving, but the blond boy just leaned aside, Seriously sip the red wine.

Krum looked at Alan, and thanked the Castei family for their fine lineage and consistently excellent aristocratic etiquette. The boy just stood there without saying a word, his natural elegance and carefully crafted temperament made him He firmly caught everyone's attention, and his figure, which seemed too slender among a group of strong boys, was tall and outstanding, as if there was a kind of magic power, which made people unable to take their eyes off easily.

Of course, as the number one wizard in Durmstrang's seventh grade and even in the entire school, Alan is much stronger than most of the wizards present. , is actually a very easy person to get along with.

This is the resting place of the Bulgarian Quidditch team. It is not far from the stadium, but it seems to be in two worlds. The part through the forest actually belongs to the Bulgarian team. The tent looks small and shabby, but the space inside It has been extended infinitely, and dozens of rooms, large and small, have been expanded, including restaurants, game rooms, and toilets.

The place they were in was originally a living room, but after being enlarged twice, it was as big as a volleyball court. Apart from the players from the Bulgarian team, it was also crowded with young wizards from Germany. They all came to watch the game. After Bulgaria advanced to the final, they were excited to hold a celebration party, and even Alan, who had been reading in the tent, pulled over.

"How about Ireland?" Juana was a little drunk, but she didn't care at all, and poured another glass of wine with the help of the table leg.

"Vulnerable—!" Akers screamed excitedly, motivating a large group of young girls. This girl who usually looks gentle and generous is actually the team's hitter. The number of fans, of course, most of them are men, but she looks young, but she is actually seven or eight years older than Alan and the others.

"I like this kind of atmosphere, what do you think?" Galbien squeezed to Alan's side at some point, holding two glasses of red wine in his hand, and gestured to Alan.

Alan was stunned. He had already drank several cups under the lead of his friend just now, and now his eyes were a little confused, and his not sober head was full of the strict etiquette teacher when he was a child.

Almost in a daze, he took a sip from the wine glass.

The brown-haired boy who had never seen Alan like this was full of passionate love in his eyes. He sighed softly, and stretched out his empty hand to hold Alan's hand.

He saw just now that Krum, who had always surrounded Alan as a protector, had been pulled into the middle of the party since just now, and he couldn't spare his eyes to look at him at this moment.

So he naturally forgot that Alan was the most powerful one. Alan, who had always disliked close contact with people, almost reflexively pulled out his wand from the wand sleeve tied to his leg, and cast a silent spell on Garby. En froze in place.

Then he quickly took two steps back, pulling away the distance between the two who were too close.

Galbien is indeed a very good wizard, handsome, powerful, gentle and affectionate, and his family's status in the German wizarding world is also very high, but Alan really doesn't like him, and he has never accepted his feelings. Today is just a brain Unconscious, there are still reactions that should be there.

Normally, even Krum will deliberately keep a distance in communication. Alan is the only one who has had close contact and has not hated him from the bottom of his heart.

And probably the last one.

The blood inherited from his father deprived him of all his innate emotions, and the death of his parents when he was young made him close his heart. This blood, which brought him pain but also gave him countless abilities and benefits, was cold, Cruel, bloodthirsty, but rare loyalty, loyal to his partner.

"Sorry, Mr. Sturt." Alan lowered his eyes and stumbled out while touching the wall. This glass of wine was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. It directly pulled his consciousness into a more unconscious level. The aftertaste of the glass of wine surged up in his head, and the bursts of headache and chest tightness made him just want to go out quickly to get some air, and he didn't care about Galbien, who was immobilized by his spell.

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There seems to be nothing superfluous in the occasion of adults except greetings and complimenting each other without feeling. Draco was wearing a neat black suit, walking up and down behind his parents, with a just right smile on his face all the time, and When Lucius mentioned him to others, he smiled deeper, used various languages ​​proficiently, and maintained a humble attitude of a junior to face others' true or false compliments.

God knows that he has been scolding his mother in his heart, and he is proficient in switching various languages ​​to scold.

Those old men's chattering tirade made him want to jump up and give them a slap in the face, and the other wizards with unscrupulous eyes, Draco just wanted to punch them unconscious, and then put them Beat me up, what a damned look that is!Do you think he can't understand!

Until he met the ministers of magic of several countries and some of the more important old family heads, until Draco muttered in his heart in the eighth language, until the smile on his face was about to freeze, Lucius finally mercifully let him go he.

As he slowly walked up the river bank, Draco still hadn't quite gotten over the horror of the occasion, which was clearly just a Quidditch match, even if it was an international one, God knows what those What are the old wizards who are trembling and needing help to get out of the door come out!

Draco completely forgot that with the chaos of the British wizarding world, it had been a long time since some major events had been hosted.

The dark age of the British wizarding world more than ten years ago was unimaginable to those young wizards who grew up doting on their parents and still lived in the ivory tower of the school.

He kept walking up the river bank, away from the hustle and bustle, his steps became lighter and his face gradually relaxed, until he saw a familiar figure that was very vague in the night sitting kneeling by the river in a embarrassed posture.

It was a young wizard, with brilliant blond hair and the powerful magic around him, he was obviously of good origin, at least in Draco's memory, he had never seen it in England, he was holding the mud on the shore with his hands, his head was infinite Approaching the surface of the water, the swaying figure told Draco that this person would fall into the river in a second.

So at 0.5 seconds, Draco ran over a few steps, and hugged the wizard directly at the moment when the wizard's head was in close contact with the water surface.

He didn't know why he hugged it up, it was a completely subconscious movement, he hugged this cold body subconsciously.

Alan was still in a daze, shaking his head very dullly, as if he was wondering why he fell on the grass, and was hugged by someone behind his back, unsuspectingly pressed against the thin chest of that person, and he felt warm all of a sudden Passed from the point of contact.

And in the next second, Draco's flamboyant face appeared directly in front of him, with two pale golden eyebrows raised high, as if he was trying to suppress the shock, but he still couldn't help but exclaimed: "Alan! You Why are you here?"

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