"Fleur~~" At this time, Hermione finally couldn't help but call out her name.

Hearing the sound, Fleur on the bed was suddenly stunned, and then bounced up from the bed like a frightened bird.

"It's you! Hermione. Fleur breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the appearance of the visitor, she rubbed her eyes, shook her head, and her silver hair like a waterfall scattered on her chest.

"Scared me." "I thought it was some boy who broke in," she said. ”

"Ahem. You you. You cover the quilt first! Hermione tilted her head and said very unnaturally.

Hearing this, Fleur also lowered her head, and immediately understood why Hermione reacted so much.

Then she immediately wrapped the silk-like quilt tightly. The whole person was retracted into the bed.

Ahem – her cheeks are reddish too.

The story tells us – don't wear loose dresses made of silk when you go to bed.

The atmosphere in the room gradually became a little weird.

Before the situation could get worse, Hermione spoke up and revealed what she knew about the game.

"I wanted to tell you about the first event"

"We're going to deal with—"

"I know." Fleur narrowed her eyes and said, "It's not right to deal with the fire dragon." ”

"Snatch the golden egg from the dragon."

？？？

It would be Hermione's frustration.

What fire dragon? What dragon eggs?

All she knew was that they had to deal with a 'janitor' to get the treasure from him.

"Fire dragon?" Hermione frowned, this is not good news, if the first game is to deal with the fire dragon!

Then she couldn't imagine what the next level would face!

"Y-aren't you worried?" After a moment of contemplation, Hermione looked up at Fleur again.

Although it was still a little difficult to kill a fire dragon with their current strength, it was still quite easy to just take something from the fire dragon.

But that's yourself after all. She didn't know how much Fleur's strength had gotten stronger after more than a year.

Fleur in the bed didn't have the slightest expression of fear or fear.

She wrapped herself in the quilt and muttered a spell before she lifted it.

"Oops!" Hermione hurriedly covered her eyes.

But for a moment, I still saw Fleur's appearance.

By this time, she was already dressed, a light blue robe with a fluffy cotton shirt lined inside, and thick blue socks wrapped around her legs, got up and tucked her feet into the white boots beside the bed.

"Haven't you been honest with each other before? You're so shy! Fleur mischievously looked at Hermione.

Then he stepped on his boots and walked into the bathroom next to him, and freshened up.

Hermione's head was steaming hot.

It took a long time to break free from a response from the past.

By this time, Fleur had already finished washing.

"It's Sunday, let's go to Hogsmeade Village!" She walked out of the bathroom, then over to Hermione's side, and naturally took her arm, "I haven't been there since I came to Hogwarts!" ”

It's Hogsmeade Day, and the small village is filled with excited Hogwarts wizards.

Hermione accompanied Fleur to visit every Hogsmeade store, and Fleur was not short of money, and bought a lot of things to take back as gifts.

These things are a specialty of Hogsmeade and are not seen in France.

Hermione also came to her senses from the ambiguity she had just had.

When she walked into Hogsmeade Village, she was surprised to find that the village in front of her was completely different from the previous village.

It's not so much a village as a small town.

The marble alleys are flanked by three or four storey crooked houses, each with its own characteristics.

In front of each store is a neon-lit signboard.

There are also stone benches on the side of the street for passers-by to rest.

A street lamp is erected on the side of the road every few steps.

Even though it was daytime and the street lights weren't on, Hermione could already imagine the lights at night.

If it weren't for the fact that the surrounding houses were so magical, Hermione would have thought she was in some Muggle community.

"That looks like George and Fred?"

Hermione, who emerges from the brand-new Duke Honey candy store, sees a store around the corner, where two red-haired boys are holding a piece of parchment and pointing.

"What are they doing?" Fleur took a sweet bite of a piece of creamy chocolate.

She had also heard about the Weasley Twins breaking through Dumbledore's goblet magic through alchemy items, so she paid attention to them.

Naa! Hogwarts is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

"I guess I'm renovating the house!" Hermione said.

"Owen told me that they rented a house in his name to open a shop."

"Open a store?" Fleur asked.

"Their dream is to open a magic trick workshop. The prank products in the school are all their work, and they are very talented in this regard. Hermione explained.

While sitting with Fleur on the rattan chair provided by the roadside tea shop.

"By the way, you and that Sanchez." Sitting on a wicker chair, Hibiscus stretched, the plump fruit green and attractive. Many of the little wizards around him couldn't help but cast their eyes on him.

"Where are you in your development?" She turned her head and asked with a smile, "Did you take him down?" ”

"Huh?!" Hermione blushed instantly, then said in a panic, "What to take—I—we're just friends." ”

"Huh?" This time it was Fleur's turn to be surprised.

"Friends!" Her eyes widened, "You don't have any technical problems, do you?" ”

She looked like a passerby, and the playful smile on her face never stopped.

"Big sister can give you some technical support!"

"Don't say that again!" Blushing, Miss Granger said in annoyance. She's been blushing long enough today, but she doesn't want to be any longer.

And - she and Owen.

What the hell does that guy think?

He. He doesn't like himself or still. Or are you just playing ambiguously with her?

There were a lot of girls in the castle who liked him, and she had recently noticed that the girl from Ravenclaw named Autumn was always looking at them (Harry, actually). She's not either.

Miss Granger, who was in a state of thought, suddenly felt as if she had no advantage over herself.

She's not gentle enough, she's not that pretty (Fleur is next to her), and most importantly, she's not empathetic at all, and she can't guess what Owen is thinking.

She is neither as good as Hannah nor as good as Luna in this regard, and the two of them can always guess what he wants.

Gradually, Miss Granger's face began to fade into crimson, and only worry reappeared.

"What do you think?" Fleur picked up the dragon milk tea on the table and took a sip of it.

I heard that it was the work of Fred and George.

The milk tea looked like it was burning like a flame, and after drinking it, a hot wave swept through the body, and then Hibiscus's skin turned orange at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The orange color lasts for about a few seconds and then subsides.

Then she was warm all over.

It's like drinking the sun in one gulp.

"Oh! They're going to make a fortune, and this thing will sell well in the winter! Fleur looked at the milk tea in her hand in surprise in surprise, the taste was quite wonderful, the milk had the fragrance of flower tea, just one sip, she fell in love with it completely.

"Look at the worry on your face, what's wrong? Is there really some technical difficulty? ”

She giggled and giggled.

"Nope." Hermione replied unnaturally, "It's just—just—"

"Just not sure if he likes you." Fleur helped Hermione finish her sentence, "Oh! What if he doesn't like me? Am I being self-inflicted? ”

"How do you know the result if you haven't tried it? If you don't try, how do you know which spells are hard to learn and which are easy to learn? Fleur instructed like a confidant big sister, "Maybe you should have some French girl enthusiasm." ”

"French girl?" Hermione looked up in confusion.

"Plug him in a corner, give him a loving kiss, and believe me, no boy can say no."

“.”

"I" Miss Granger lowered her head, holding her first cup of milk tea in the winter in both hands.

His cheeks were crimson, but he was silent.

"Aren't you Gryffindors known for their bravery?" Fleur on the side was still agitating, "You should show some courage at this time." ”

"Those are two different things!" She said hesitantly.

"What two things!"

"It's the same thing." Fleur said heavily, "Love is cruel, Hermione. You must always be ready for battle! ”

"Huh?"

"It's a no-win battle, there's no such thing as a draw."

"Oh~" Granger was still holding the cup of dragon milk tea.

The red glow burned to the base of the ear.

In the rare warm sun of winter, something beautiful spreads.

There are more and more young wizards or adult wizards who are in a hurry.

They're healing the town fast.

Little by little, it is like a spring silkworm spitting out a cocoon, and soon the butterfly in the cocoon will pop out.

"About the game—"

Feeling that the topic was gradually coming to the brink of 'danger', Hermione forcibly changed the subject.

"It's just a fire dragon, I have a way to deal with it, speaking of which." Fleur picked up a cup of black tea and took a sip, "We're still competitors, aren't we?" ”

"But also friends!" Hermione said firmly.

"That's right!"

And just when the two wanted to talk.

In the new Weasley store, which is across the street from them.

The boys are busy decorating the shop.

"Five glasses of Hermione Granger, thank you!"

Owen curled up in a wicker chair, which he had prostituted from the shop outside.

Chairs of grapevines, rare.

"People obviously call it fire dragon milk tea!" Ron gave him a blank look. Then he said to his two older brothers, "Six cups of Hermione Granger, thank you, I want two." ”

"Shall I give you two big-eared melon seeds?" The twins glanced at their loser brother with disdain, "All of our savings are spent on this store, and as a member of the Weasley family, Ron, you can also take the money out!" ”

"I—I don't have any money." Ron subconsciously clutched his pocket and said cautiously.

"Heh—you don't want to set foot in here even half a step in the future!" George and Fred said in unison.

"No money—" Owen's voice came again.

"Harry, go buy milk tea." He said, "You can take out a loan, a small loan, no collateral, eight out of fourteen, a loan from one year." ”

"Climb!" The twins said again.

"Hey-but I proposed to buy milk tea, how much have you made these days! It's good that I forfeit your service fee. ”

He was right.

It was indeed Owen who proposed to buy milk tea in the winter.

In the cold winter of November, the Scottish Highlands have a daily humidity of 80 percent, and the cold is not enough to describe the weather here.

That should hurt!

Rheumatism – a pain like bone pain!

At this time, a cup of fire dragon milk tea is simply unreasonable if it does not sell out.

As for the name of the milk tea - "I think it's a good idea to use the school's famous person as the name, which can not only increase the spread of the product, but also increase the stickiness of users, when most people can only call out the fire dragon milk tea, you open your mouth elegantly, a cup of 'Hermione Granger', the temperament of the old Hogwarts real lion house is paved up, who can not say the last sentence: authentic!" ”

As for why Hermione was chosen to take the lead.

Dude's business, I advise you to take care of it!

"Hey—Owen, when will my name be fine—" Ron looked at Owen expectantly.

The eager gaze in his eyes was about to overflow.

"You? What is your reputation? ”

"Me?" Ron was upset all of a sudden, "Anyway, I've beaten a lot of Slytherin many times, and during the World Cup, I also participated, okay, you take a closer look at the photos of the Daily Prophet, behind Hermione, then behind Harry, Percy has me behind anyway, if you look closely, you will definitely find me." ”

"Hehe-dude is not a microscope, not to that extent."

"The next drink has already been ordered by my grandfather Grindelwald. Then Dumbledore, then Professor Sprat, then Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, oh—and my grandmother, and then." Owen uttered a dozen names in a row, and then said at the end of the line, "Snape at the end." ”

"He's going to line up until 2023, and as for you, start lining up in 2077!"

"Then why is the first cup Hermione, she is also a little wizard, I don't accept it. I."

As he spoke, the twins came up and covered his mouth.

"Don't say it's our brother when you go out in the future!" George glared at him.

"You've lowered the IQ of the whole street." Fred continued.

Owen didn't care, he continued, "And do you think it's easy to create a drink that fits the wizard's name?" ”

"Brain cells are dead every day."

"Well—what's 'Grindelwald' going to say? Ginger ale with a little sugar? ”

"Tsk! It seems more appropriate to call it 'Dumbledore'! ”

Around the corner, just as Hermione and Fleur continued to chat.

Two black-robed figures abruptly walked out of a gloomy alley.

Behind them—the buildings that survived the war, looked defeated and desolate compared to the beautiful houses that had been built.

"Wait—" Suddenly, a slender finger stretched out from the black robe.

He took the arm of the black-robed man on the other side.

"Look—we've found treasure." It excitedly pointed to the distant one, "Look at that." ”

"Be cautious, Alan—huh? That's - the girl in the newspaper? The old man's voice came out of the black robe, and the two of them hid in the corner.

Through the hood on their heads, you can see the long, pointy, slender ears under the hood.

Yes, those are two goblins.

From their short stature, you can probably guess it.

The old elf was short in stature, gray-complexion, and cautious in his black eyes.

Although there was a flash of excitement on his long face, he quickly reined in the emotion.

There are so many wizards around, it's not a good time to get your hands dirty.

"Catch her!" Eren trembled with excitement, but at this time, his hand was grabbed by another goblin.

"Be cautious, there are too many wizards around."

"It's okay, we can cause chaos, we're all unweaned children, let's move quickly, there will be no problems."

Allen's words touched the old elf's heart.

He raised his head slightly, and under the black robe, the black pupils lit up with bright red light.

It was a chance, a great opportunity, and with Dumbledore there, they couldn't break into the castle, so the odds of meeting the girl out there weren't high.

"Old Nudak, miss this opportunity, we may have to wait a few more months!!"

The young voice in his ear, named Nudak, was quite irritated.

And just when he was about to make up his mind.

Suddenly, a figure walked up behind the two girls.

It was an elegant man, with long black hair, a brown robe, and a wand slightly lit up in his hand.

A pair of wolf eyes were staring at them unkindly.

"Get up and go to the castle!" His voice rang out in Hermione's ears.

"Sirius?" Hermione looked at the man who suddenly appeared behind her in surprise.

"When are you?"

"Get up!" Sirius spoke again.

Hermione, who didn't know why, had to get up, and in her confusion, she walked slowly in the direction of the castle side by side with Fleur.

When the two looked back, they happened to see the two figures in black robes on the street corner in the distance.

Hermione's instincts alone knew that they were not good.

"Keep walking, don't look back!" Sirius was always behind them.

His face was gloomy and uncertain.

Until they passed through the castle gates.

It was only after stepping into Hogwarts' magical defenses that Sirius withdrew his wand.

"It was—" Hermione hurriedly asked.

"Goblins!" He replied coldly.

"Leprechaun?" Hermione was a little surprised, but remembered that the height of the two black-robed creatures just now was indeed very suitable for the size of the elves, "But why, what danger do the elves have to us?" ”

"The others don't, but you—" He lowered his head, revealing a tired, unshaven face, his eyes bloodshot.

His face was dull, and there was some kind of black dirt on his cheeks.

In the past six months, he has definitely not had a good day.

Hermione thought with certainty.

"We'll come back to that later, but before we do that, there are a few things I have to remind you of.

Especially you, Hermione. ”

(End of chapter)