A boy with an embarrassed look in his eyes jumped up from the bed and raised his foot to yo-yo.

Seriously, although our Ouda Dark Lord, swept through the Eight Desolations, the people and gods were angry everywhere he passed, and even the dog on the side of the road passed by, he had to be slapped twice.

But!

But ah!

The Great Demon King III, to this day, still cough cough, everyone who understands understands.

Presumptuous is just a disguise, otherwise how can you slip away?

"Stand !!" Hermione called again, it was the busiest time of the hotel, and there were probably a lot of people in the aisles at dinner time.

Owen exited her room at this point

In case she is seen, in case she is seen by her parents. It's really a jump into the Atlantic, and I can't explain it.

"Uh-what do you want? What else do you want? ”

"Would you like to give you the book, it's my hand-copied text, a magical manuscript, you think it's homework? Whatever you want. Ten Galleons is not expensive at all. ”

Looking at Owen, who was still chattering, Hermione was really angry.

What kind of expression, what kind of eyes, what kind of tone you have.

It's obvious that you suddenly broke into my room, so it seems like it's my fault!

Hermione's lips squirmed slightly, and Bei Fang bit her bright red lips lightly: "Shut up! Stay here and don't move! ”

Hermione, who rarely stood up in front of Owen, scolded tyrannically.

Brown eyes stared fiercely at the nasty ghost.

Then she hugged the bath towel on her body, and walked past him vigilantly with her bare feet stained with water.

The air is filled with the rich smell of moon flowers.

Don't ask Owen how he knows.

Hermione's wet and silky hair glanced at herself as she passed in front of him, perhaps she wanted to warn him again.

At the moment of turning his head, he was given a face of shampoo.

The little witch skillfully opened the door, flicked her head out, and after glancing to make sure that no one was there, she closed the door again.

"Alright, you can go." She stood in the corner, her eyes looking away, her expression very stiff.

"Amount"

Looking at Hermione's expressionless expression, this caused one of the few uneasy feelings of Owen's conscience awakened by his homeland.

Ah!

After all, he and Hermione didn't really have any grudges or grudges.

Much of his previous attitude towards Hermione came from the memory of the Dark Phoenix Granger who ruined his plan everywhere.

It's so hateful.

So much so that many times when Owen treats the thirteen-year-old girl in front of him, he can't help but substitute the mentality of wanting to see her eat deflated.

But. This time he probably wouldn't be against Hermione again.

It's not a thing to hit someone's little girl so old!

Gotta give a sweet date!

For the future idle post of the Ministry of Magic, for the preparation of the second half of his life!

Owen, gritting his teeth and stomping his feet, said, "Alright, Miss Granger, in order to make up for my mistakes, I have decided to take you to Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry tonight?" ”

"Beauxbatons?" Hermione's eyes lit up, but she quickly hid them.

"Why did you take me there, I heard that the magic schools of various countries are hidden by spells, you~"

"You don't care about that." With his wand aimed at Hermione, Owen slowly chanted a transfiguration spell.

In an instant, like a cloud rolling, the bath towel on her body quickly deformed, and after a while, a shiny high-end dress was worn on her body.

He even gave her hair a hairstyle along the way.

The magic controlled the water stains to run through Hermione's hair, and soon her beautiful voluminous hair was straightened slightly, and then the strands curled themselves into a single ponytail.

"What is this?" Hermione was startled and hurriedly clutched her chest—but the neckline of the dress was quite high, and it didn't have the scene that everyone liked.

"The latest collection from Paris Fashion Week this month! Don't you see the advertisements on the streets? Owen pointed to the huge neon billboard outside the window.

Hermione heard this, turned her head, and sure enough, there was a huge billboard erected on the side of the road not far from the hotel, and a tall woman with big breasts was scratching her head and posing in a seductive pose, wearing exactly what she was.

Uh-huh, there are also differences, such as the one that doesn't have that high chest, doesn't have that low hem, and has exposed the navel and back.

"Let's go, let's go!" Owen interrupted a girl's thoughts, and he said impatiently, "It's time to make dinner!" ”

With that, he took Hermione's hand and pushed open the door and ran out.

As he ran, a piece of parchment flew out of his pocket, and Shylock, who followed, ducked his head and jumped into Hermione's arms, and the paper landed on the handle of the door.

The words were stained with magic, and the golden light flashed out word by word, and finally formed a complete sentence, "Miss Granger and I went to visit the French School of Magic and Wizardry Bubaston, don't worry, she'll be fine, your daughter's fourth best friend, Owen Sanchesliu." ”

I don't know how the Granger couple would feel when they read the letter, but they must be angry and sleepless tonight.

At night, Owen Owen scurried through the streets of Paris with a compass in hand.

They walked through the streets of Montmartre, winding, and Montmartre Royce, hidden in the legendary hills of the north of the city, was full of art.

In front of the taverns and high-end shops on the street, a steady stream of tourists are patronizing this century-old shop.

Owen wants to buy an exotic cocktail to try, but is stopped by Hermione, and the little witch strictly enforces the rule that minors are not allowed to drink.

Then, in the laughter and laughter of the old Parisians, the little witch's cheeks instantly turned red, and she lowered her head and said nothing.

was just blindly led by Owen.

Well—why is this kid still afraid of the living?

The wooden, shy Owen was different from Hermione, he happily pointed to the scissors and staggered his arms past a circle of old Parisians.

Then, in the midst of this fluctuating middle finger blessing, Owen grinned happily and walked through the old street.

Oops!

What a welcoming old Parisian!

As the number of tourists around him became less and less, Owen finally found the door he knew in a secluded, damp, narrow hallway.

"That's it!" His eyes lit up, and he pulled Hermione and rushed over quickly.

Pushing open the door, the room was lit by dim candlelight.

The two elders seemed to be sitting in their chairs talking about something.

The atmosphere in the room was quite heavy, as if it was some moment of oral last words before parting with life and death.

"I'm back, old men!" Crisp. The high, cheerful voice was like a sharp sword cutting through the darkness, and the atmosphere in the room was divided into pieces.

Owen took Hermione's hand and pulled her in.

Standing in the doorway, he closed the door again.

Then an eagle leaped with its wings outstretched, and with his right hand he raised the hands of the clock to Beauxbatons, and reopened the door, "I am gone again, old men!" ”

"That, Professor~Hello~Alas~~~" Hermione, who had not finished speaking, was pulled out by Owen.

The two men who suddenly broke in stunned the old headmaster and Nicolamay.

After seeing Owen pull Hermione out again, the haze in the room seemed to be swept away.

The two old men glanced at each other, and both found that the other was relieved.

"This is youth!" The old principal sighed with emotion.

Most of the melancholy in my heart dissipated.

"Maybe there's another way." He suddenly remembered Harry, the kid who had escaped the killing curse.

If there is a way to break the killing curse, then what difficulties cannot be overcome?

The rejuvenated old headmaster suddenly got up, he had been keeping an eye on Harry, he knew that there was greater magic in this world.

That's love.

The magic of love is beyond imagination, it is difficult to capture both the effect and the scope of application, but it is real.

His young life should not end there, and for this he is willing to give up more, including his life.

————

Just the running of life has brought hope to the two old men in their twilight years.

And Owen, the initiator, has already arrived in another place.

Behind the door, Hermione's eyes showed resentment, although Owen didn't say it, she could guess that the thin old man sitting with Dumbledore in the room just now was the legendary Nicolame the world's greatest alchemist who lived for more than six hundred years.

I just missed the opportunity to talk to that gentleman.

It's all to blame on Owen, isn't he already in? Why go out again?

"Hey! Why are you?"

The voice did not fall.

The wind in the mountains suddenly blew her eyes.

Suddenly there was a sweetness of flowers in the air.

Hermione reluctantly opened her eyes.

They were walking out of a golden gate and strolling down a marble corridor covered with roses.

In the distance, a magical fountain casts mist into the sky, and a rainbow sticks out from this end of the corridor and spreads into the main entrance of the resplendent manor in the distance.

There are flowers everywhere.

Purple, blue, red, sultry colors.

The little witch was speechless at the sudden change in front of her.

Moonshine is like a fine wine that has been brewed for decades, and even if it is sprinkled, it will make people feel intoxicated.

The petals of the flowers in the sky danced in the air, drawing an elegant gesture in the air, and then slowly converging to form the emblem of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

And then the cycle repeated.

The little witch's cheeks were reddened as if she were drunk, and a pair of brown eyes fell on the boy in front of her.

He seems to have the blood of a girl, giving people a fatal attraction, and any man or woman who comes into contact with him for a long time can't help but fall.

The two crossed the Rose Bridge and were guided by the magic rainbow into the largest manor.

Beauxbatons' Auditorium.

At this moment, the golden auditorium was filled with thousands of candles that emitted golden light, floating in the air.

The flames jumped suddenly.

The few dozen remaining little wizards looked sideways, only to see that the demon from the abyss of hell was leading a very beautiful little witch in.

Now, they hate it even more

"Wuhu ~ caught up, come and come, sit casually, the old Parisians are the most enthusiastic." Owen beckoned Hermione and sat down at a round table in the auditorium.

(End of chapter)