This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Anything happens by chance and inevitable.

The Bulgarian team naturally won the first victory, and Krum finally saw Hermione.

It was in the camp outside the gymnasium. He and his teammates were planning to go back and celebrate well. When they happened to see her intimately holding a strange man's hand, she walked into a very luxurious tent.

He wanted to convince himself that he had been dazzled by the wrong person, but he could find Jin Feizhe's eyes every time but could not deceive himself.

That's right, it's her, the beautiful foreign girl who makes me miss her heart, Hermione Granger.

Krum's mind was blank and he had no idea how he got back into the team's tent.

"cheers!"

He stared at the wine glass in his hand and raised it directly to drink it.

The bitter wine flowed down his throat and into his stomach. He glanced at the authentic Scotch whiskey on the table in front of him, and reached out to pick it up.

One cup, two cups...

Ivanova, who noticed something strange next to him, hurriedly held his hand, "Wickdor, what's wrong with you since you started? You're still fine when we came down from the podium."

Crum smiled bitterly and pushed her hand away, "Sorry, Clara, I was in a sudden not very good mood."

Ivanova picked up his glass, "Wickdor, you are finally willing to call me by your name."

She touched his glass, "I feel the opposite of you. If you want to find someone to drink, I will be very happy to drink with you."

"Okay." Krum drank the wine in his glass by himself.

The teammates around them all stood up and went to the next table with sensible sensibility.

Just as he was about to continue pouring wine for himself, he found that Ivanova had already filled him.

"Thank you, Clara."

Ivanova frowned slightly, "Wickdor, can you tell me why you suddenly feel bad?"

She shook the empty wine glass in her hand, "I have no other meaning. If you don't want to say it, then let's continue drinking."

Krum forced a smile, "There's nothing to say, but I suddenly realized that I was a fool and felt uncomfortable."

"Of course you are not a fool." Ivanova was a little anxious, "If you are a fool, how can you win tonight's game?"

He picked up the wine glass, hesitated for a moment and put it back, "If you know what I saw just now, you will definitely think I am a fool."

Ivanova stared straight into his sad eyes, "I don't know what you saw, but the Wiktor Krum I know is not as decadent as he is now. He has always been a brave one. A person, a person with confidence.”

Crum stared into her unwavering eyes, "Thank you, Clara, thank you for your comfort."

He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "Do you know? I have always been in a crush on a girl."

Ivanova nodded and shook her head, "I know, but before you said it in person, I guess you just had a good impression of her and had not yet risen to the point of liking her."

Krum laughed at himself, "Even you guessed it, you probably know everything in the team, right?"

"No." Ivanova became anxious again, "They must have not noticed it. I guessed it after a little chat with your agent."

"So that's how it is." He paused, and he met those worried eyes.

"Clara, I just saw her walking into the tent with a man. At that moment, my mind went blank. Until now I can't believe it's true."

What else can a lonely man and a widow walk into a tent together? It can't be playing the Gent card.

Ivanova, who knew in seconds, recalled the semi-finals.

The one he mentioned seemed to be sitting next to Wayne.

"Vincent Wayne..."

Krum looked confused, "What? Clara, what were you just talking about?"

Ivanova shook her head in panic, "No, you probably heard it wrong."

Krum didn't think much about it and talked about the story of her relationship with Hermione.

In the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic fell in love with her at first sight, and saw her again in the semi-finals, and finally could talk to her when she was in the gymnasium.

But all this was just his wishful thinking.

As his agent said, since he is so beautiful, how could he not have a boyfriend?

Ivanova's expression becomes less natural the more he hears it.

Yes, the chairman and secretary of Wayne Group, Wayne is a young man with a strong spirit. How could he not have any bad thoughts when facing a beautiful woman all day long?

She had a particularly common vulgar plot.

The young Chairman Wayne fell in love with the beautiful female secretary and tried every means to finally take her down...

She shook her head violently, "Wickdor, do you know who that man is?"

Krum frowned and tried to recall, "I didn't see him clearly, but he was tall and strong, with short gray and blond hair."

It's really that Wayne.

Ivanova asked tentatively, "You really don't know this man?"

Krum shook his head, "I can be sure I don't know him, maybe even Fanny knew him."

"That's it." Ivanova secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Who are you talking about Fanni?"

"He is the deputy director of the security department of Wayne Enterprises, a fan who particularly supports me..."

Ivanova's expression became more and more strange this time.

Wayne is young and rich, and is also a recognized alchemy genius. No matter how outstanding a girl stays by his side for a long time, she will slowly be attracted by him.

Thinking of this, they are really handsome.

Ivanova glanced carefully at Krum.

Although he was no longer sad when he looked at it, if he knew that the man was Wayne, he would not know what reaction would be.

In order not to affect the performance of the game as much as possible, it is best not to let him know the identity of the man first.

She raised her glass and said, "Wickdor, since she already has a boyfriend, don't think too much, concentrate on preparing for the next game."

Crum took a deep breath and then exhaled for a long time, "I will, Clara, after I told you these things, I felt relieved."

The two of them gently flirted with their glasses.

Ivanova finished drinking it in one sip and showed a sweet smile, "Wickdor, if you encounter any troubles again, you can talk to me at any time."

Krum looked at her with a smile, "Okay, I've known you for so long that I realized you are a good person to talk to."

A hint of undetectable loss flashed in Ivanova's eyes, but she quickly picked up the bottle and covered it up, "We haven't seem to celebrate you've taken down the Golden Flying Thieves."

Krum picked up the glass and filled her with it, "Then start celebrating now."

"cheers!"

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