"Then I won't sleep anymore, just wait here with you."

　　 Hermione also sat on the sofa and said.

　　 Lynn felt that it was unnecessary, and wanted her to go to sleep.

　　 "You don't know Professor Fox. Besides, he might not come tonight."

　　 "You need to know him just because you don't know me. It's okay if you don't come tonight. I'm not sleepy anyway."

　　 Lynn has nothing to do with her. Anyway, she can't drive her to sleep like a duck, so she can only wait in the living room with her.

　　 "What was the match that Mr. Weasley wouldn't let you tell you at dinner yesterday?"

　　 Hermione looked at Lynn, she hadn't forgotten it yet.

　　 "Of course, if you don't tell me if you are afraid of my leak, I can understand."

　　 She said that she understood, but in fact she looked at Lynn baffledly, and silently put pressure on him with her eyes.

　　 This is actually not something to hide, and Hermione is not as big as Harry and Ron.

"The Triwizard Tournament, a previous event jointly organized by three European magic schools, but was later suspended because of the high casualty rate. Who knows what the Ministry of Magic and those magic schools are doing this year? We are going to start this game again."

　　 Hermione's eyes widened.

　　 "You mean this is a game jointly organized by Hogwarts, Demstrang, and Boothbarton?"

　　 "Yes, but in fact, the game process has nothing to do with most of the students in the school. Each school can only choose one warrior, and I have never figured out the significance of this event."

　　 Hermione slapped her lips.

　　 "Regardless of the significance, this is already a great event in the European magic world."

　　 Suddenly she stared at Lynn, without blinking her eyes.

　　 "So, you will participate, right?"

　　 "No." Lynn shook his head without hesitation.

　　 "Let’s not say whether my age meets the requirements, even if I meet the requirements, do you think it’s a bit too bullying for me to participate?"

　　 Hermione nodded hesitantly.

　　 "It's really a bit... bullying."

　　 "So for the sake of the harmonious relationship between the three magic schools in Europe, I still don't want to participate in this competition."

Hermione said that she wanted to stay up late with Lynn and wait for others, but as she chatted, her voice became confused, her head couldn't help but tilted to Lynn's side, and finally lay on his side. Fell asleep on his shoulders.

　　 Lynn wanted to wake her up and let her go back to the room to sleep by herself, but after watching Hermione’s sleeping face hesitated for a long time, in the end there was no cancer of a straight man, doing something that normal humans can’t do.

　　 Time passed by one minute and one second, and Lynn waited until 5 o'clock in the morning of the next day and did not wait for Professor Fox to be there for the moment.

　　 He looked at the suitcase on the table, weighed it for a moment, and finally decided to open it.

　　 did not wake up Hermione, he gently used his fingers to use the unlocking spell to open the lock on the box, and then opened the suitcase completely.

　　 The moment the box was opened, there was a faint blue gleam in it, and countless umbrella-shaped, fluorescently illuminated objects like dandelion spores flew out of the box and fluttered around.

　　 Lynn looked inexplicably at those things that looked like catkins flying in the wind, a small piece of which touched the back of his hand.

　　 The next moment, his whole person disappeared in the same place instantly!

　　 Hermione, who had been sleeping on Lynn's shoulders, felt her head empty, and she fell onto the sofa.

　　 She sat up a little confused, staring blankly at the luminescence flying in the sky, and subconsciously reached out and touched one of them.

　　 Immediately, she also disappeared.

　　 In the empty living room, those flying fluorescent lights hovered in the unmanned space for about a few minutes, the light slowly became dim, and finally disappeared into the air, without a trace.

Until the sun gradually rose, no one called to get up early and fell asleep. A comfortable lazy little buried stretched out from her bedroom and looked at the empty tent, she realized that something was wrong and anxious. Rushed into the Weasley’s camp.

　　......

　　 There is a wet grassland at the foot.

　　 Lynn stood steadily on this empty meadow, surrounded by a bare hill, with few trees, no houses or buildings, and messy weeds everywhere.

　　 The sky is a starry sky, and the waning moon hangs high in the night sky. The last second he was still in the tent, he could see the sunrise outside, and the next second the sky turned into a late night.

　　 This is not time backwards, the familiar feeling of passing through space just now is obviously the door key.

　　 All the things in the box were door keys, and they took him to this place the moment they touched them.

　　 Lin En's heart suddenly sank, as if responding to a bad guess in his heart. The next second, a familiar figure suddenly appeared beside him as if being squeezed out of space.

He stretched out his hand to help Hermione who was caught off guard and almost fell to the ground stabilized her figure~lightnovelpub.net~ Hermione's originally flustered heart became calmer after seeing Lynn, she looked confused. Look at the surrounding wilderness.

　　 "Where are we Lynn? Did you bring me here?"

　　 Lynn grabbed Hermione's hand tightly, frowned and looked around.

　　 "No, it's the box left by Professor Fox, which is full of door keys."

　　 "Then why did he send us here?"

　　 Lynn shook his head calmly.

"I don't know, but I don't think Professor Fox can do such a thing. Although he sometimes likes to make small jokes with others, he will never make such jokes that will not make people feel like a joke. ."

　　 It's now in August, but even at night, the surrounding temperature is too cold, and the biting cold can obviously make people feel uncomfortable.

　　 Hermione was wearing only a thin short sleeve, and her arms were wrapped tightly by the cold.

　　 Lynn put the robe he was wearing outside on Hermione's body. His physique was hard enough, and this coldness was nothing to him.

　　 "But didn't Professor Fox personally give that box to you?"

　　 Hearing Hermione’s question, Lynn's mouth showed a sneer.

　　 "Professor Fox is an old hapless man. It is not once or twice to be impersonated. This time it is not impossible that someone will pretend to be him and calculate me."

　　 The surrounding area was quiet and terrible, and there was no other movement except the sound of the wind.

　　 However, just when Lynn's voice just fell, countless shadows spread to all of their perspective, like a large gray net covering all the space.