Chapter 469: Pure Ivan

When Kreacher finished speaking in his monotone, stiff voice, there was a suffocating silence in the room.

Ivan held up Elaine's clothes and stared at the door.

Someone else came looking for him. When? How? Why?

He hadn't expected so many people to come to visit him today. In the rain, they came one after another; all the girls!

If it were another occasion or another time, Ivan would certainly welcome them.

But in the current situation, no matter who was outside, the situation in the room was not suitable for her to come in, especially not with all of Elaine's clothes in her hands!

To be fair, Ivan only wanted to return these clothes to Elaine. But if they saw him, no matter how hard he tried to explain, no one would believe things were that simple.

A boy and a girl, alone in a cozy room in a tent; the lovely little Elaine was wearing nothing, and her clothes were all in Ivan's hands... If it was just an accident, would anyone be willing to believe it?!!

No matter how Ivan tries to put it, this was a crime scene!

Ivan looked at the clothes in his hand and quickly looked away as if he saw himself being hung by them!

He would rather face an evil god who had managed to come into the world or Voldemort after he had regained the strength to face these things.

The dress, the pair of cotton socks and underwear, which did not weigh much, were now as heavy as lead.

In particular, the thought that all these clothes were Elaine's....

These clothes, including Elaine's dress, underwear, and socks, were all wet....

Ivan swallowed. If Elaine would quickly open the door to pick up the clothes, he would have no more reason to put them away.

Now he was nervous, and Elaine, hiding in the bathroom, was even more nervous than he was.

She felt very uncomfortable just because her clothes were sticking to her after being wet, and she wanted to shower when she saw the bathroom.

The confused Elaine forgot that Ivan was here too. She took off all her clothes and put them on the bathroom door.

It was too late to think about it later. She hesitated for a long time before plucking up the courage and decided to ask for them through the crack in the door.

After asking Ivan, Elaine was already amazed at her own courage, she never expected to be so bold.

Now that she learned that someone was about to enter, she didn't dare speak, let alone open the door.

Elaine curled up with her legs in her arms like a cute kitten. She hid in the tub, bubbling noisily.

It was hard to believe that this shy little girl was actually a vampire.

Outside, Ivan wanted to explain to Elaine, ask her to open the door and take her clothes.

But this was not something that could be clearly explained in a few words. Kreacher and the visitor were still standing outside the door.

The sound insulation of the tent was not very good. Ivan couldn't say anything.

"Knock knock knock." As time passed, Kreacher knocked on the door again.

"Master Ivan, this young lady wants to see you!" Kreacher said, puzzled.

"I, I know!" Ivan replied.

It was impossible to go on like this. It wouldn't work if he didn't make any noise and pretended he wasn't here. Kreacher knew he was in.

It seemed he could only say he had something to do, let Kreacher and the visitor go, and take care of the problems in the room first.

"Who is it? I'm taking a shower. I can't..."

"Ivan, it's Gabrielle Delacour!" A girl's voice drifted past. "It's okay. If you're in the shower, I'll wait here for a while."

"It's Gabriel, why is that girl here?!"

Ivan remembered the cute girl who looked like a Veela, with her angelic face and the sweet smile on her lips.

Gabrielle and Elaine were complete opposites in many ways, though both were equally innocent.

Because of her vampire lineage, Elaine had an indescribably evil temperament. Those deep red pupils could make people imperceptibly sink into them. That, along with her pale skin and subtle powerful magic, made her beauty feel quite risqué.

Compared to her, Gabrielle was more of a girl next door. Affable, no matter what, she flashed a bright smile that could even melt ice and snow.

The Veela in her, on the other hand, had her own temptation that could lure anyone.

She wouldn't have that temptation willingly, but it existed and it was very lethal.

Ivan couldn't help but remember being on the Beauxbatons campus two months ago, Gabrielle holding him, the girl's cool hands, the charming smiles and sweet scent.

Ivan wasn't sure if it was Gabrielle or the smell of milk, but it was all mixed up and etched in his mind.

Of course, it didn't matter if it was milk or anything else. Now was not the time to think about who was the most beautiful.

With Gabrielle's own genetics making her so attractive, Ivan felt that this wasn't really her fault either.... he had no idea how things had turned out this way.

Ivan was a pure and good boy. Whether it was for Gabrielle or Elaine, he had no bad thoughts.

If it were Hermione, he might consider it....

Thinking of Hermione, Ivan sobered up.

Looking at the clothes in his hand, he knew it was a misunderstanding he couldn't explain.

He just wished this was just a dream that could come to an end.

It certainly wasn't an option to leave Gabrielle standing at the door and waiting for him. That would alarm the others and they would rush to be with her.

They would all stand at Ivan's door. How would he explain Elaine's presence in the room?

Ivan had only told Gabrielle that he was taking a bath, but there with a girl in the room, how could he take a bath?!

If that was the case, it was obviously to make this misunderstanding harder to explain. And in case Hermione was alarmed, that really...

Ivan immediately made a decision and had to let Gabrielle in. Then, quickly, he had to get rid of the two girls before the others woke up.

Considering that Harry had just woken up, Ivan knew he had to hurry. If Gabrielle stayed in the hallway a second longer, the risk would be even greater.

As for Elaine, he had to leave her hiding in the bathroom.

She also had these clothes in her hands. Ivan looked around and tucked it directly under the bedclothes. He gasped heavily and adjusted the shape of the bedding several times to make it look more natural.

Then she tried to adjust her breathing and reached over to open the door.

Outside the door, Gabrielle, wearing a Beauxbatons uniform, stood awkwardly behind Kreacher.

When she saw Ivan come out, she had a flash of joy in her eyes.