Sclinger, who had not found any results, continued to observe around him. There was nothing wrong with the photo frames from the small table next to the wall to the photo frames on the table. In the photo frames on the table, one of his distant relatives, Brutus Sclinger, was also closing his eyes as if he was resting in the photo frames. This made Sclinger's pupils magnify a lot. Although the author of "The Bible of the Battery" often closed his eyes unintentionally, because Sclinger did not like to make noises and did not allow the portraits to speak casually, Auror, as an experienced master, could see at a glance that his distant relative was being cast a coma curse this time.

Sclinger, who was confirmed to have an invasion, was not as reckless as he usually acted. He immediately cast a phantom and moved away, but found that the casting failed. Realizing that the invader was prepared, he immediately wrapped himself with a magic wand to protect himself with iron armor, and then he was about to pull up and call for support.

But behind him, there were some rapid clicking sounds leaning towards him, and then he was still turning around and just saw the shadow caused by the huge inhuman monster on the ground. The iron armored body shield he had used was destroyed.

Before the shield was broken, a strong light flashed out, and his arms were slapped on both sides of his body, his legs stood at the right moment, and his whole body became stiff without delay. After swaying in place for a few times, he pounced on the ground, looking as hard as a wooden board.

Sclinger's upper and lower gums were locked together at this time, and he couldn't speak. Only his eyes were turning, and he could see clearly who the big attacker was. Blood began to flow out from the back of his head because of the broken skin.

Floating on the city.

"Alan, what are you doing with a knife? Be careful not to make yourself bleeding..."

"Hermione...before making this Christmas gift..." Allen's feet rubbed on the ground a few times, his eyes dripping, and he looked up at Hermione who raised his lips and smiled: "I have another thing I have to tell you, Hermione, I don't want to hide it from you."

"What gift? What else is there, still so serious?" Hermione stared at Allen curiously. "You really have a secret drink of Coke? Do you want to punish yourself with a knife?"

"Uh... I did drink it secretly... Wait, didn't you say this..." Allen was led by Hermione. He uncomfortably rubbed the scalpel behind his magic robe, "Didn't you think Luna was fat a few days ago..."

"I knew it long ago." Hermione waved her hand when she saw Allen's generous tone: "Do you think I don't know? Of course I know that you kept secretly drinking with me, otherwise she would gain weight?"

"Let us not mention Coke for now..." Allen felt embarrassed when he saw that the other party did not respond with normal routines, he whispered, "She has gained weight a little...but not because of Coke, she is in the same state as my mother..."

"Same as Morgan Lefay...uh?" Hermione moved her eyes from the badge to Allen's face, and finally noticed something wrong in Allen's words. She felt like she had been thrown into a petrified spell by someone. She sacrificed her life and even her tongue seemed to froze. She asked in a hurry, "Alan, what do you mean? Luna has a child?"

Allen nodded.

"Alan, you're committing a crime! Uh, I mean! She's not seventeen years old and hasn't grown up according to the standards of a wizard! You're the principal yourself..." Hermione exclaimed. She had never thought about the possibility of violating the school rules before, and then she took a long time to make her excited and incoherent thoughts normal.

The happiness on Hermione's face disappeared, her face had to grow longer, and she bit her lips, leaving dullness and helplessness. A feeling of powerlessness rose from the bottom of her heart. Alan and Luna had a second child, and the two of them seemed to have a deeper bond than anything else.

"Actually, in fact, Luna is over a thousand years old." Allen scratched his head, but then he felt that he should not continue to discuss this topic, so he held Xiaodao's hand and stretched out his robe, then gestured on his palm for a while, and finally cut a small wound with the blade.

Hermione, who was sad, exclaimed when she saw Allen's 'self-harm' behavior: "Alan, what are you doing?!"

"Sha..." Allen, Ravenclaw, whispered in a low voice because of physical pain, but reached out to Hermione.

At this time, the bright red blood from the small wound began to gush out and was imprinted in Hermione's pupils...

"Blood oath..."

Hermione understood, her heartbeat accelerated and murmured, and she was wandering in her mind about the various information she had seen about the Blood Alliance: some countries would call it the Blood Alliance or the Blood Alliance, but in essence, two close people can make a blood oath through blood fusion. This connection will allow the two to have a closer connection than those twin brothers and sisters. Many like-minded or loving wizards will make this contract when they feel that ordinary relationships cannot express feelings between each other.

As long as it is not broken, the two people who have entered the Blood Alliance will not be able to attack each other from now on, and they can know each other's status and whereabouts at any time through this object. This effect allows most ordinary wizards to have not used this spell like Albert and Furong when they get married, so the Blood Alliance is often regarded as a symbol of the supreme love between the two.

When I thought of Hermione, who had been envious of Albert when she was engaged in the fourth grade, she looked at the bright red blood color of Alan's pale palm in a flash. The depression and dull fortress in her heart seemed to have been pried open, and a throbbing surging.

Looking at Alan's injured palm and his eyes that were not talking but just staring at him, Hermione thought for a while and was silent for a while, then took a deep breath and said to herself in her heart: "Anyway, there is Helena..."

Then, Hermione reached out and took the knife, and without hesitation, she cut open her palms open with pleasure. The deep and long wound immediately made blood gush out, reflecting a reddish-brown spot in the sunlight, looking like a spark, flashing in the center of her eyes.

Hermione's eyes stared at Allen's raised palms and walked closer to Allen's direction. She raised her bleeding palms and touched Allen's touch, and her fingers bent together as if they were stitched.

Two bright red blood beads flew up from each other's squeezed palms, tangled and merged in the air, and gradually turned into a badge. It was similar to Hermione's "vomiting" badge, and it shone with the light of red and gold in the sun. There was a crystal bottle in the middle of the badge. The blood of the two people's integrated into one was stored in this bottle. As it swayed, the almost red amber blood flashed like a flowing light.

Blood oath is completed.

The badge floated slowly into Hermione's white and slender palm. Hermione's fingers gently stroked it. It was indeed not as good as the lotus. Albert's finely carved badge with omniscient marks was exquisite and beautiful. Although it was a bit regretful in appearance, Hermione seemed to be unable to see enough, and held it in her palm with a precious place.

"I didn't expect that the final result... You gave me a Christmas gift in advance." Hermione pinned the badge on her collar without leaving a chance for Allen, "Do they have it?"

"Now my blood swears is only this one in your hands..." Allen's tone was gentle and pleasing. Seeing that Hermione's mood was finally stable, the scumbag didn't want to stimulate her to play a word game and avoid the keywords of the problem.
Chapter completed!