"Harry, what are you and Xilieikesi talking about? You look awfully happy." Qiu's rather pointed voice reached him before she had even dismounted her broomstick. A sweet smile rested on her face, but there was no trace of amusement in her eyes.
At that moment, Harry actually felt a little relieved.
Because he sensed that Qiu was more nervous than angry just then.
Well, well, sensing emotions really did come in handy sometimes. Though that was also thanks to Qiu's insufficient mastery of Occlumency and Harry's strong mental and soul power.
By now, Harry was already having some trouble sensing Ron's and Neville's emotions clearly.
Still, Harry had to immediately clear things up in response to Qiu's question. "Happy? How was I happy? I was just having a casual chat with Xilieikesi."
Harry denied everything without hesitation, as though Elizabeth were merely an ordinary passerby.
Even though Xilieikesi did not actually like attracting too much attention and did not particularly care how others saw her, Harry's behavior still made her somewhat uncomfortable.
Of course, she would not show it. What was she supposed to do, fight over a man right here? Never mind that Elizabeth had little interest in Harry-even if she did, she could not possibly do that under these circumstances.
"Really?" Seeing Harry's undisguised indifference toward Elizabeth, Qiu immediately felt happy. She did not show it on her face, however, and instead smiled and nodded at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth smiled back at Qiu, then stood and said to Harry, "Potter, if you're interested in my proposal, you can come to me anytime." With that, she turned and left.
"What proposal?" As soon as Elizabeth left, the smile vanished from Qiu's face. Her beautiful, large eyes fixed on Harry with a fierce expression, just short of gritting her teeth.
Yet