"Who was that girl you were talking to just now? Why do I feel like she looked familiar?" Hermione watched Yanira's retreating back and asked curiously.
"Familiar? Really familiar?"
Hearing Hermione's words, Harry turned to look in the direction Yanira had gone and said in confusion, "How come I didn't feel she looked familiar at all?"
Both of them turned their eyes to Albert, waiting for his explanation. It was faster to ask the person involved directly, and neither of them could be bothered wasting time.
"Do you remember that record I gave you during the summer?" Albert smiled and gave Hermione a hint.
"What record?" Harry looked even more confused, but Hermione had already guessed the girl's identity. She said in surprise, "You mean that very famous singer?"
"What famous singer?" Harry looked at Hermione, waiting for her to explain.
"After Albert came back from competing abroad over the summer, he gave me a foreign record. Apparently, it was by a very famous European singer. I never expected it to be her." Hermione looked at Albert with a complicated expression. She had realized that the person before her was truly popular with girls. In the end, she could not help asking, "Are you two close?"
"Not particularly. We just met a few times in Spain." Albert tightened his cloak and headed toward the castle.
"What kind of person is Miss Yanira?" Hermione asked tentatively.
"Miss Yanira is a very pretty and passionate girl." Albert added silently, Yes, very passionate indeed.
Albert felt that if he had been single, he probably would have fallen for it.
"The girls from Beauxbatons are all quite pretty," Harry muttered. For some reason, he suddenly shivered. Probably sensing the gaze directed at him from beside him, he hurriedly changed his words. "I mean, all