HP Peter Can't Be That Cute

Apparently the sandbox in the middle was working through magic, reflecting the scene in the desert. James and Sirius were indeed with the lost pair of camels, but they were all stuck in a swamp hidden under the sand, along with the camels.

Alayya's heart suddenly rose to her throat. Fortunately, everyone had experience of being trapped in a swamp, so there was no particular struggle. They were all waiting there safely, waiting for rescue. They believed that Peter would come soon.

But what about Peter? He had been taken out of the venue.

"Where are you going?!" After Alayya jumped off the carriage, she was ready to find a flying broom to ride to save her brothers. She knew they must be waiting for her.

But she was stopped by the organizing committee members guarding the door. They wanted to force her to go to where she should go, such as the seat for eliminated contestants. "You can't run around. You can only stay here until the end of the game!"

"Didn't I get eliminated?" It was then that Alayya realized that there were quite a few people eliminated to choose the first place, at least a dozen. "Didn't they say I was the first one?!" This blame was a bit heavy, and she had to bear it like this...

"That's right, you are the first contestant to voluntarily give up. They were all eliminated due to fouls or life-threatening situations." The staff member said with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"What?" Alayya looked at the "Beggar Gang disciples" in that area again and again. Indeed, each of them was either in plaster casts, in tatters, or lying down. They must have encountered some difficult levels.

Seeing that she was only facing hunger and heat, wouldn't it be a bit embarrassing for her to give up? But there was no other way. Now that things had come to this, she could only rescue her brothers as soon as possible.

But there were always people who would stop her, for the reason that they prohibited her from passing on information about the exit to her accomplices on the field. From a bird's-eye view, the location of the exit was clearly visible, and even what kind of challenges one would encounter if taking that road, and where the lost camels were, were all clearly visible.

No wonder they knew their location clearly and sent falcons to deliver flares to them. Under the impatient urging of the staff, Alayya could only compromise temporarily and think of finding a chance to slip away.

But at this time, Lucius appeared again. This time, his attitude was more humble than before. He was leaning forward slightly. "That gentleman invites you to the rostrum to watch the next game."

Alaia was shocked. Why was the Dark Lord still obsessed with her? But apparently Riddle's name was very useful. The staff member who was so arrogant just now immediately nodded and bowed like a dog seeing its master.

"Of course, please~"

Alayya had no choice but to follow Lucius to the most central box in the venue, which was also the most luxurious and ostentatious in the desert. To call it a rostrum would be an understatement; it should be the center of the universe.

The gilded prayer flags and bells swaying in the wind hung on the four corners, and the peacocks inexplicably appeared on the branches on both sides. Why is there a "throne" in the center? Riddle's chair is obviously much higher than others. There are more than a dozen seats lined up on the left and right, all of which are big men in different clothes.

What surprised Alaiya the most was that there was a familiar face in the VIP seat, that little pervert? Alaiya was a little confused. Why was he here? Would his vicious eyes recognize him and report them?

So, when Lucius turned around and asked her to go up, he saw a woman who had been wrapped up like an Arab, with only her eyes showing. Did she take off her coat?

"You—" What are you doing?! Lucius's forehead veins popped up, and he wanted to tear off the ugly thing on her head himself. She looked so good just now, but now it seems that he is worried about embarrassing the adult. However, his good etiquette education made him hold back, clenched his fists, and guided her with a fake smile, "Excuse me, do you have any questions?"

"Um - I put on sunscreen?" Alayya herself wasn't sure if this reason was justifiable.

"You? What?" Lucius looked up at the thickened ceiling that stretched a hundred meters away. It was so thick that even if you lower your head, you couldn't see your shadow. She said she wanted to protect herself from the sun? What kind of extraordinary woman did that lord find?

"Got it, please~ The master is waiting for you, don't keep him waiting for too long." Lucius gave up resisting, he was ready to send her over and then take the opportunity to slip away, to find Narcissa, the master probably wouldn't say anything. His attention would definitely be drawn away by that woman.

As expected, Alayya's appearance caused the entire podium to fall silent. The bigwigs from all walks of life who were originally chatting and laughing suddenly seemed to have their voices stopped, and they looked at the woman for whom Riddle had specially reserved a seat.

But Riddle didn't seem to be affected at all. Obviously, many people were waiting to see his show, but he seemed very happy to see her, as if she should be so innocent and cute, not afraid of the eyes of the world, just like her in his dream, asking for kisses from him regardless of the occasion or time, and her love for him was so pure and persistent.

So Riddle was very satisfied with her "self-awareness". It was best for her to only show her face to himself. Even the tone was a little soft. "Come here~" He flicked his sleeves and guided Alaiya to sit next to him.

"Oh, okay~" Alaiya took three seconds to realize the reality. The guy with the bright smile was the future Dark Lord. She walked over without hesitation and sat down.

When passing by Barty Crouch, he deliberately stepped on Alaia's robe, wanting to see her headscarf fall off and confirm whether it was the senior Peter he knew. But Alaia did not give him a chance, holding up the hem of her skirt and stepped on his instep.

As soon as she sat down, she received a grumbling glare from Little Barty. Alayya ignored it. Didn't she see that the big guys didn't dare to look at her? Even her father was very tactful and pretended that nothing had happened, and continued to discuss the game with the people next to him.

Alaia heard Riddle's whispered words in a low voice, "You can do whatever you want, don't care about others. For example, kiss me~ Just treat it as a dream." But Riddle would never say the second half of the sentence, but straightened his body again, waiting -

(I am considering changing Newt to the present world, so let everyone go back and vote together)