Chapter 412: A Wave of Exchange Students Arrive at School

Harry only needs to worry about the big picture, but Ron has a lot to consider. He really wants to invite Hermione, but he isn't sure if Hermione will agree; he is worried that Elena will continue to occupy Hermione and destroy their relationship, but he doesn't know if Elena is coming; he wants to find Hermione to ask around, but he is worried that if he asks, it will cause Hermione's misunderstanding.

"So you stammered for a long time just for this?" Harry said helplessly. "I've been in a bad mood for the past two days. Snape hasn't returned yet. Who knows what happened at the Ministry of Magic? And you also know that mass-produced Riders are about to appear, but our power is still in this state, without any progress."

Ron blushed. He also knew that a large part of Saber's combat power came from his swordsmanship. Regarding the development of Rider power, he was actually not as good as Draco.

"Still, still go ask," Ron urged. "If you can't, change to another girl to ask around."

"Oh?" Harry said with some dissatisfaction. "Why do you care so much about Elena? If you really like Hermione, then no matter if this white-haired one comes or not, you can bravely pursue Hermione."

"Wait," Harry suddenly changed the subject. "I'll go ask for you, maybe it's better to ask."

He suddenly changed his attitude because Harry remembered the Half-Blood Prince matter. Contacting Hermione a few more times is not a bad thing. This can instead become evidence, which will be more credible when laying out a trap for Donald in the future.

"Haha." Ron started to giggle immediately.

"If Elena doesn't come, do you want me to invite her to be your dance partner by the way?" Harry looked at him sideways.

Ron stopped laughing immediately, and his expression became hesitant.

"Forget it, I'm teasing you. I'll only ask about Elena," Harry smiled. "If you really like her, then you have to act yourself, buddy!"

"Ask first, I'll wait for your news," Ron prevaricated noncommittally.

Harry came to the library. He looked at the seat Hermione often sat in. At this moment, the transfer students had arrived at school, but she was still sitting there alone. Looking at it this way, there is a high probability that Elena is really not coming.

"Hermione, how have you been lately?" Harry sat down beside her and greeted her casually.

"Don't mention it, I'm busy, I'm exhausted," Hermione said generously. "What's the matter with you coming to find me? Is it related to Ron?"

Hermione is too smart. Harry was sweating profusely at this moment. He couldn't admit that Ron was even afraid of Elena's unspeakable lesbianism, and had to beg himself to ask around, right?

"Ah, actually, I acted on my own initiative," Harry hurriedly took the blame on himself. "Ron's state has been very low recently, which seriously affected... his... performance on the court. Yes, that's it, so I want to ask if... you know?"

"You're not talking about the court, are you?" Hermione sighed. "I've also heard a lot about Kamen Riders. I also know that a Rider's combat power is closely related to their mindset. Zhang Qiu is very happy to tell me these things; the three of you being hospitalized at the same time is also quite a big piece of news. I guess he's probably dragging his feet?"

"However, I want to say that Ron's problem really has nothing to do with me, nor is it something I can solve," Hermione said helplessly. "He is fighting with himself. One moment he looks down on himself, the next moment he is overconfident—honestly, if you expect me to adjust his mindset, you might as well try to see if I can become a Kamen Rider."

"I'm afraid it's quite difficult. People who are too rational cannot become Riders, and I can't either," Harry used a wry smile to cover his probing. "According to that, Elena actually has quite a bit of hope. She is just like Ron beside you."

"With her personality, if there is a chance, she might really succeed," Hermione shrugged. "But who knows? She lost contact, not even a letter."

"Ah? Then what are you going to do? Did you write to her?"

"I wrote, no response. I decided not to think about these things first," Hermione used a very cold tone, but this couldn't cover up the disappointment on her face. "Sometimes from talking about everything to becoming strangers, you don't need any reason."

"Not to that extent, right? Could it be that she encountered something?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Is there anything that Donald can't handle?" Hermione asked back.

Harry was silent. The biggest difficulty he could imagine Elena might encounter was exactly from Donald, who was omnipotent in Hermione's eyes.

"Then the Christmas dance..."

"If you want to know," Hermione's quill, which had stopped, started shaking again, "then let him invite me in person, don't hide behind the Savior."

Harry was sweating profusely again.

In order to find a train of thought in this field he was not good at, Harry sat at Zhang Qiu's desk before returning to the dormitory.

"Too many doubts..." The phenomenon of people copying appeared in the writing, and Zhang Qiu seemed to be troubled by something too.

"Miss Qiu?" Harry asked with a smile. "What are you worried about?"

"Moon Rider and Decade, too coincidental," she said. "No, no, you can't believe in coincidences."

"Yes, the Rider matter," Harry nodded solemnly. "But should we talk about the dance first?"

"Is there anything to talk about? I'm going to wear a white-bottomed red peony one, you just wear your tailcoat normally," Zhang Qiu was still staring at the notebook. Harry noticed that there was a word "Decade" circled repeatedly on it. He guessed this was the English spelling of Decade.

"I mean Hermione's matter. Elena is not coming this year." Harry's instinct also told him that the Rider matter was suspicious, but the truth he learned from that failure was: strength can break any plot.

"What happened to her again?" Zhang Qiu closed the notebook abruptly and said impatiently.

"Elena is not just not coming, she lost contact."

"What?" Zhang Qiu's thinking finally turned around. "Then the worst case is—"

"She exposed her intentions, and then was silenced by Donald?"

"Silencing is not to that extent, right?!" Harry was incredulous at her speculation. "At most, it's forbidding contact, etc., but there are other possibilities. She might not have been exposed, right?"

"The possibility is not high," Zhang Qiu frowned, tapping the table. "Donald's bottom line is far lower than you think. There is nothing he can't do... right? Hiss—could it be that he also played a role in this?"

She spread out the notebook again and wrote a D. F. D on the blank page where the lines were most chaotic as a reference to Donald.

"Why don't you help me solve the problem between Ron and Hermione first?"

"Direct attack beats tsundere. Just let Ron confess directly," Zhang Qiu shook her head very perfunctorily.

"But if Donald really has a share in the Rider plan," Harry pointed to the notebook, "we are undoubtedly inviting more enemies to ourselves by doing this."

"Right," Zhang Qiu sighed. She clasped her hands together, covering her nose. "I have to go back and ask my master carefully about the specific situation, but judging from the existing information, Donald seems to have gotten nothing, but this is impossible... Could Elena be the transformer he trusts?"

"Is Donald suspecting Cui Ge, or does he feel Cui Ge is hard to control? If the beneficiary of the change is only Donald himself, do the others in the Magical Congress just watch?" Zhang Qiu threw out a series of questions. "Is it unpacking? But would Donald really be kind enough to share with others? Or is it that Ge Xuan Jun sold it twice?"

"Yes, Donald and some other councilors are at odds, they are divided into two factions. Theoretically, we must include both factions in our consideration," Harry followed her train of thought. "Then will this year's transfer students—"

"Is anyone staying at Ron's house?" Zhang Qiu asked suddenly.

"No... no, wait, there is!" Harry was suddenly startled. "I heard Ginny mention it, it's a fifth-year girl named Lucine White."

"This is also Donald's smoke bomb. He has learned to borrow the power of another faction to set up a maze," Zhang Qiu analyzed, touching her chin. "You can let Ron invite Hermione. If he is too shy to go, just give him that White, White will definitely agree."

"You mean to say, all fifteen transfer students are smoke bombs, and White is a maze within the smoke bombs, and his killing blow against Hermione is hidden in a place we can't see?" Harry blinked.

"Right, and I have a premonition that he won't give up on Elena so easily. There must be some kind of backhand in this."

"I feel very frustrated," Harry sighed. "We are always passively analyzing problems. It would be great if there were some active means to obtain information."

"Is this the first time you've realized the importance of intelligence agencies?" Zhang Qiu suddenly smiled. "You're right, our own poor analysis is useless. I've decided, I'll run to the Embroidered Uniform Guard again after I go back."

"Then who can I ask? The Ministry of Magic didn't set up an MI7." Harry sighed.

"Actually, according to what I've heard, there are wizard agents in MI6," Zhang Qiu said. "All you have to do is, write a letter to Jim Hacker?"

"Me?" Harry opened his innocent eyes wide. "Write a letter to the Prime Minister?"

"Then let the Minister for Magic write it," Zhang Qiu shrugged.

Harry dragged his feet toward the dormitory. What made him feel disappointed was that Zhang Qiu's mind was obviously not on the dance. Of course, she was right, and she also reminded himself that it was wrong to indulge in the dance at this turbulent time.

But what could he do? The Rider he had the highest hopes for was now looking forward to him bringing back news about the dance.

When Harry walked into the common room, he saw Ivy and Ginny sitting between two unfamiliar girls—and these two transfer students were both blonde and red-lipped, with broad chests, looking charming and moving.

"It's not bad for Ron," he thought. "Donald is still very willing to pay the price." ===== CHAPTER 413 =====