The flotilla docked in the harbor.

Anrui made some assignments, with Sam and Berego's two trusty men in charge of the fleet, and then went ashore with Hermione and a few other capable men to accompany Hermione on his expedition.

The moment Hermione stepped on her homeland, her slender body trembled slightly. It was both familiar and unfamiliar to her. Her feet were on the soil of her homeland, and she couldn't take the second step for a long time.

"Be brave, just go home, it's not a big deal." Sophie slapped Hermione on the back. Unlike Alice, she treats Hermione these days in a pretty good way.

Others also said words of encouragement, albeit without weight.

Hermione nodded, and finally took the second step, walking into the harbor. Everyone accompanied them and enjoyed the scenery inside the harbor as they walked.

Windmill Harbor is famous for its windmills, and when you look around the harbor, you can vaguely see the outlines of some windmills, like giants standing on the ground.

"There's one less windmill there, two more windmills there, and it's very different from before." Hermione said, pointing into the distance.

The crowd did not speak. Fifty years have passed, and it is strange that nothing has changed.

Hermione pointed out the changes in the street as she walked forward, her voice getting lower and lower, until she didn't say anything at all.

The whole street has almost changed to a different place, and it is better to look for the place that has not changed than to look for the place that has not changed.

Hermione searched for the familiar scenery and finally found an old, old grocery store on the side of the street. Her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up. She walked briskly over and stopped in front of the store.

The door is open, and you can see the inside of the store directly from the door. A wide variety of goods are displayed on the counters, and some are hanging from the walls. Most of them are daily necessities, but there are also some food and condiments.

Hermione looked into the store and found a middle-aged clerk dozing off on the table, at this point in time, there were very few people who came to buy goods.

"Ahem." The priestess coughed lightly twice and stepped inside.

The middle-aged clerk didn't sleep soundly. Immediately after hearing the voice, he woke up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at Hermin, who had just entered the door.

"This lady. What do you want to buy? The middle-aged clerk rubbed his hands and asked politely.

"Is Mr. Bud still alive?" Hermione asked tentatively. This is an old name for her. She used to take care of the grocery store, and the owner's name was Bud. At that time, Bard had just been married. I had a big fat boy with a peasant girl.

"My father's name is Bud. Are you looking for him? ”

"You're Bud's son?"

"Bud is my father, of course I'm his son, isn't that nonsense."

"You're James?"

"You...... How do you know my name? ”

"I'm an old friend of your father, and I hugged you when you were born. You were very cute, very breastfeeding, and always wetting the bed. Hermione remembered the past, as if it had happened yesterday.

"Wait!" The more the middle-aged clerk listened, the angrier he became. "You little girl is so beautiful, why do you talk like crazy. At my age, how could you have hugged me when I was a child. Go go, madmen are not welcome here, you go. ”

"Don't be angry, things aren't what you think. I really am a friend of your father. Hermione quickly explained.

An Rui and his companions stood at the door, watching this scene with great interest, but they did not mean to step forward to help speak. It's better not to mix up this kind of little thing.

The middle-aged clerk didn't listen to Hermione's explanation at all, after all, these things sounded too bizarre.

Although the world is full of magic, it is rarely accessible to ordinary people living in small towns. Their lives are uneventful.

The noise grew louder and louder, so much so that it alarmed an elderly man who was in the bedroom of the grocery store.

The old man frowned and walked out, intending to see what was going on, when he saw Hermione, who was trying to explain to the middle-aged clerk, and his eyes were about to fly out.

"Y-You're Hermione? How is this possible! The old man exclaimed.

"Bud!" Hermin recognized the identity of the old man, and although the old man had changed a lot, he could still find the shadow of his youth between his eyebrows.

"Oh my God! Aren't you long dead? Am I the hell. ”

"I'm not dead, you listen to me." Hermione was very excited when she saw her old friend, and told her how she had been petrified by Medusa.

Bard sighed when he heard this, and his son was equally emotional.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect to really know my dad, I was rude just now, please don't mind." Jaime said and looked at his father, "Dad, what should I call her by generation?" ”

"Well, let's call it Auntie." Bud thought for a moment and replied.

"Hello Auntie." Jaime, who was in his forties, said respectfully to the young Hermione.

"......" Hermione was speechless.

In terms of generation, Hermione could indeed be called Jaime's aunt, but the difference in appearance between the two was too great.

"Bud, are my family and friends still alive?" Hermione asked this more concerned question.

"Your parents are long gone, but your sister is still alive, and now she is a grandmother, and even her grandson is about to start a family." Bard counted Hermi's family and friends, most of whom had died, many had moved, and only a handful were still in Windmill Harbor.

As he spoke, Bud mentioned someone who was very special to Hermione.

"Hermione, your fiancé Mike cried to death when he heard the news of your death, and never looked for another woman again, and has been living a single life. Now he is in his seventies, and he is still an old bachelor. When you come back this time, you must go and see him. Alas, it's a pity that his body is getting worse and worse, and whether he can survive this year is a question. Bard sighed.

"Mike......" Hermione's face changed drastically, "he won't marry for my life?" ”

"yes. He has always been thinking about you, and he will sweep your grave every year, which is so infatuated. Fate is a dog thing, and who would have thought that you would be back here in fifty years. He's become a bad old man on the verge of death, and you're still a beautiful woman in the prime of life. ”

"Thank you for telling me these things, I want to go and meet them, so I won't talk to you." Hermione hated to have her wings and flew to the old ones.

"Many of them have changed their addresses and no longer live where they were, so I'll show you the way." Bard coughed twice and bent over to lead the way.

Hermione thanked him and followed closely to the old man's side. (To be continued......)