Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Krum is inviting Hermione?!

How is this possible?

They had clearly never spoken a word to each other before, nor had they had any private communication.

Ron's face was full of disbelief.

To be honest, until now, he still felt that the probability of Krum inviting Harry was much greater than that of inviting Hermione.

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

Ron stared at Harry intently, as if trying to verify whether the other party was joking or not.

Seeing Ron didn't believe him, Harry quickly explained, "Really, he just came to me tonight. At first I thought he wanted to get the secret of the golden egg from me, so I was very wary of him."

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

It's already this time, and I'm still concerned about these messy things.

The golden egg is not as important as Krum's invitation to Hermione.

"How is that possible? Are you confused?" Harry said, "I haven't figured out the secret yet. Don't you know it very well?"

"Moreover, Krum took the initiative to state that the four schools are ready to exchange information about the golden eggs."

To be honest, Harry had never expected that the four schools would be willing to share information.

But I have to say that this move is indeed very clever. After all, Ilvermorny and Beauxbatons each have a golden egg, and Uagardo also has two golden eggs.

As long as their luck is not too bad, they will definitely be able to collect all the information.

As for Durmstrang, from what Krum said it seemed that their headmaster Karkaroff paid a certain price to get the opportunity to get information from the other three schools.

Recovering his wandering thoughts, Harry continued, "Krum said that he felt Hermione was a very special girl."

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

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

nonsense!

Is it still up to Krum to judge this?

Ron raised an eyebrow.

I had already discovered these advantages of Hermione.

By the way, Krum is a pretty good boy, with eyes that are good at discovering beauty. Obviously, Hermione is already low-key enough.

No wonder I keep running into him in the library recently, it turns out he was secretly observing Hermione.

Pooh!

A total stalker and voyeur.

"Let me tell you," Harry laughed, "from what Krum said, I can tell that he really likes Hermione."

"You know what, Hermione and Krum are both excellent, and they are quite a match."

It matches his grandmother's legs!

How can two people be a good match when they are several years apart in age?

Ron was so furious that he wanted to punch his good friend.

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

"Oh, he wanted to ask Hermione to be his dance partner, but he was worried that it would be too abrupt and Hermione would not like it. You know, he is often surrounded by a group of girls, and he was also worried that asking Hermione directly would cause trouble for her."

"So he found me, and after finding out that Hermione didn't have a dance partner, he invited us to go to the new city of Hogsmeade together the day after tomorrow, Saturday, and then he would formally invite Hermione."

good boy!

He is planning to use Harry and himself as a cover, how smart.

Ron couldn't listen any more and he said dully.

"I'm tired. I'm going to sleep first. I have classes tomorrow."

After saying that, he pulled the bed curtains and locked himself in tightly.

Harry was a little confused by Ron's actions. After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure out why Ron's reaction was so cold.

After thinking it over to no avail, he shrugged helplessly and got up to go to the bathroom to wash up.

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

He tossed and turned in bed, his pillow was crumpled into strange shapes, and the thin quilt was kicked to his feet several times. Many times he even wanted to yell through the bed curtains.

The same question kept coming up in his mind:

Will Hermione accept Krum's invitation?

She is only moderately interested in Quidditch and isn't a fan of Krum, so she probably won't agree, right?

But what if she thought Klum was a gentleman and an international superstar, and would agree out of politeness?

This feeling of uncertainty was like an invisible hand, tightly gripping Ron's heart.

How about some divination?

Ron got up from the bed and started looking for his crystal ball.

Because he was too impatient, his head accidentally hit the bedside table. Fortunately, the classmates around him all pulled the bed curtains, so no one noticed his embarrassment.

After taking out the crystal ball for divination, he returned to the bed, placed his hands on the crystal ball, and muttered something.

"Crystal ball, tell me quickly, will Hermione accept Krum's invitation?"

Unfortunately, no matter what he did, the crystal ball didn't react at all.

"I knew it! Divination is a scam."

Ron was so angry that he threw the crystal ball aside, picked up a notebook and started tearing the pages.

"Agree, no, agree..."

As he was tearing, he couldn't tear it any further because he felt that this behavior was too stupid.

"Hey......"

He sighed, pulled the bed curtains, and collapsed on the bed like a deflated ball. Finally, he pulled the quilt over his head and buried himself completely in it.

There is really no point in deceiving yourself like this.

There was one thing Harry was right about, which was that Hermione and Krum were both very good people.

Krum was an international Quidditch superstar, a warrior in the Five-Power Tournament, and had a sturdy build. No matter how you looked at him, he was far superior to me.

Hermione was also extremely outstanding. From the first day of school, she was at the top of the class with impeccable grades. Her erudition, diligence and wisdom were praised by many professors.

And what about yourself?

Ron thought about it and seemed to be unable to find anything useful to show for himself except wizard chess.

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

Every time the thought came to my mind, it was suppressed by the shadow of inferiority.

His fists gradually clenched, his nails digging deeply into his palms, but the slight pain could not relieve the torment in his heart at all.

"Why, why, why did I wake up so late and work so hard so late? If I were as good as Harry now, I would definitely express my feelings to Hermione without hesitation."

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

He felt a pain in his chest and difficulty breathing, as if he was being suffocated by some invisible force.

Finally, he slowly curled up and fell into a deep sleep in torment and exhaustion.

The next day, Ron, despite being exhausted from staying up all night, forced himself to stay awake and struggled through a full day of classes.

Finally, after the last class, he used the excuse that he had something to deal with to quietly avoid his friends, and went to the Muggle Studies office alone, gently knocking on the closed door.

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