On the other hand, Hermione didn't show too much excitement about this kind of thing, but silently reached out and pulled the brim of her hat to hide herself.

She didn't want to be recognized, and she was surrounded here.

It's embarrassing.

Of course, this little accident did not dampen everyone's enthusiasm for the hidden place.

Diagon Alley, part of France, is home to a lot of in-demand goods that London doesn't have.

Magical merchandise from other European countries makes them linger.

Some didn't even meet Owen.

At noon, they settled lunch at a magical cake shop called Sman Tik - Sweet Mysteries.

It's a very unique shop.

Sunlight casts a dazzling light on the stained glass windows, and the bronze plaque on the door of the store shines with the inscription "Sweet Mysteries".

The heavy wooden door was constantly being pushed open.

A sweet smell came to the face.

The walls are covered with ancient magical utensils, as well as a variety of beautiful pictures of cakes.

I don't know what kind of magic it is, but it can make the picture smell.

Leaning against the store's huge floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a huge glass display case, in which exquisite cakes are displayed, they are colorful and different, like treasures.

On the enthusiastic recommendation of the shopkeeper Sman Tik (the Golden Galleon Offensive), they tasted many flavors of cake one by one, and the moment they took a bite of the sweetness, it was as if the wizard had been cast a happy spell. A gentle feeling of comfort and pleasure enveloped their bodies and minds.

"That's good!" Ron, who had eaten four six-foot cakes in a row, commented.

"Different." Even some of Luna, who had a somewhat unobtrusive personality, expressed her love for it.

As for Owen?

He was still studying how the cake in front of him that tasted like beef and smelled like roast beef, but had the shape of fruit cream was copied.

Originally, he just thought it was a dessert.

It wasn't until the shopkeeper served it like a brisket, which was full of vegetables and meat, and it was obviously a barbecued 'cake', that he realized that he was wrong.

Magic—it's amazing.

Just at the end of their meal.

Luna suddenly pulled a card out of the pocket of her jacket as if she had coals in her pocket.

A black card with a glowing golden arrow.

At the moment it is pointing in a certain direction impartially.

"Oh—it's my dad here." Luna held the card and explained to the group, "Shall we meet again in a few days?" ”

"No problem?" Everyone said enthusiastically.

"Okay—" she sprang to her feet, and said to them, "Merry Christmas." ”

"Merry Christmas." Owen responded.

Then, Luna, who pushed open the wooden door, held up her own sign, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

After that, they left the hidden place and wandered around the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame Cathedral, the Louvre and other famous scenic spots.

It so happened that when they visited the Palace of Versailles, they met Bill and Fleur.

The two are supposed to be dating.

When she saw Hermione again, Fleur was very happy to pull her up and talk.

Last night's situation - it really didn't lend itself to small talk between girls.

What's more, Hermione has always been the protagonist of the banquet, and Fleur can't intervene, she still has some harm to the legendary original Dark Lord.

During the girls' chat, Owen learned that Hermione had been in contact with Fleur's letters.

Fleur knew they were coming to Paris for Christmas.

Sure enough, Miss Granger's charm is very feminine. Everywhere you can attract girls, especially pretty girls.

She talked and laughed with Fleur the whole time.

At the end of the tour, Bill abruptly calls Ron away.

They seem to have something.

In this way, there were only four people left in the tour group of the little wizards.

He and Hermione, Harry and Ginny.

Seeing this, Owen decisively proposed to separate.

Of course Ginny agreed, and Hermione knew what he meant, so she agreed.

It was only Harry, who was worried that he didn't know French, whether he would have any difficulties or something.

None of this was a big deal, though, and after Owen handed Shylock over to Ginny, everything was settled.

Approaching the afternoon, it was finally the world that belonged to the two.

Stroll along the Seine, Owen and Hermione on the river beach.

The people who came and went were young men and women.

The river sparkles in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a glittering ribbon winding through the city. In the distance, the buildings of Paris look even more magnificent against the blue sky and white clouds.

The two chatted about some light topics. They talked about each other's current situation and shared each other's joys and sorrows. The sun shines on them, spreading a golden glow on them. At this moment, the two seem to forget the world around them and are only immersed in each other's company.

It was about six o'clock in the evening.

He and Miss Granger settle down in a Muggle restaurant.

Today is the first day of Christmas, and there are young men and women everywhere.

The restaurant is no exception.

Couples in France are much more daring than in England, and as soon as they approached, there were at least three or four young couples kissing in the restaurant.

It lingers as if there is no one around.

The air is filled with ambiguous smells.

Hermione squeezed Owen's hand tightly, and the flush on her face was even more than a point.

It's so embarrassing.

She couldn't have been so bold.

However, Owen felt that it was just right.

That's the vibe.

Great.

He sat down in the innermost part of the window.

The last couple had just left and they caught up with the good times.

The waitress at the restaurant was a young girl in her early twenties, with thick black hair, who was of unknown Asian descent.

She stepped forward in a strange accent of French, "Something." ”

"Recommend it today!" Hermione said briefly, not daring to look up at the waiter's strange eyes.

"Okay." The girl withdrew her gaze, quickly wrote something in the notebook in her hand, and then turned and left.

She returned to the cashier location.

Owen saw that she was whispering something to her colleague, and from time to time he would look at her strangely.

"I guess they're treating me like a girl again. Two girls dating. This is quite rare in this era. Owen rested his left hand on his chin, a smile on his lips, and snuggled forward, all eyes falling on Hermione.

"Huh?" Hermione's eyes widened for a moment, so it was—no wonder many people kept looking at them as soon as they entered the restaurant.

"Maybe I'll have to keep the illusion charm when I go out in the future." Owen said that he seemed distressed, but it was more likely to be pretended, he was too lazy to disguise, and he would not change his appearance because of other people.

"I think that's fine."

"Really?" Owen grabbed Hermione's hand unexpectedly, "I've probably been busy lately - mostly at the hospital. ”

"At least for a few days."

The Christmas break was two weeks long, and he should have been busy in the hospital the week before.

"It's okay." She said seriously, "Being able to save people is more important than anything else." ”

"That's what I said—" Owen kneading her fingers, "but I didn't save them for the sake of saving them, it's kind of a magic exercise. ”

"Especially those guys who are looking for their own death."

There was a sudden burst of anger in his voice, but it was only for an instant that it disappeared.

"Forget it." He continued, "I don't think I have prepared your Christmas presents yet." ”

Owen looked at him gently.

The two are not dependent on gifts or surprises or anything to maintain a fragile relationship, and there is nothing missing between them.

This made Owen very entangled, what to send.

It's like Hermione giving him gloves and a hat, it's more of a heart.

Pondered.

His fingers kept running over her palm, and every time she tried to pull it back as if she were electrocuted, but she was obviously no match for him.

"I suddenly thought of a good thing." He met Hermione's wry-eyed eyes.

"What?" Hermione bit her lip as she surveyed his face.

The boy's eyes were like sparkling emeralds, and a few strands of hair scattered on his forehead, softening his already angular-like features.

He tied his hair with a simple hair cord, then tucked it into his trench coat and put a hat on top of his head to cover the long silver hair as much as possible.

While it's not very useful, it even gives a more – um– 'cute'? but can play a role in some psychological comfort.

The smile on the boy's lips was a little more.

He grabbed Hermione's right hand, and as if by magic, his fingers caught in the air, and a ring appeared in his hand.

And then—in Miss Granger's astonished eyes, she put the ring on the middle finger of her right hand.

"It should be the left hand." Owen said, "But it should only be worn on the hand you're used to casting." ”

"This is Solomon's Ten Commandments." He explained, "A very powerful ancient magic item that triggers every half hour or so, and the effect is to enhance one of your spells. ”

"He's not very useful to me."

Owen sighed and said that this was something he had figured out in the last three months.

This ring does enhance his spell, but it won't be more than three times as powerful. And every half an hour the spell in the ring can be reactivated, for him, the enemy he has to face, either without the need to enhance the spell can be beaten, or even if it is enhanced ten times, he still can't beat, so this ring is very weak on his hand.

But it was clear - Miss Granger didn't care what the ring was for.

She just stared at it in amazement.

This is a very inconspicuous ring of solid gold.

But if you look closely, you can see that there seems to be flames dancing on its surface.

Those 'flames' are actually tiny, invisible magic patterns.

She hadn't expected Owen to give her a ring — no — maybe later, but not today.

This fool - doesn't he know what it means to put a ring on a girl?

She felt like her eyes were about to burst, and something was about to burst out.

No—her nose was sore, and with her other hand, she hurriedly covered her eyes, for fear of being seen by Owen.

Faced with Hermione's strong reaction, Owen was surprised.

He guessed she would be surprised, but he didn't expect it to be so serious.

He stretched out his free right hand, fingertips leaving marks on her cheek.

Then he said mildly, "This is just the beginning, Miss Granger." ”

"There are nine left."

"Are you going to cry every time you get one?"

The girl's body trembled slightly, and she put down the hand that covered her eyes, and her eyes were quickly misty and crystal clear.

She suddenly pressed her lips boldly to his fingers, feeling him grip his hand tighter.

"Muggle expulsion." Owen whispered.

A small Muggle banishment spell spread half a foot from their tables and chairs.

Everyone's attention was open to them, as if there was something else.

Then he walked across the table from across from Hermione, side by side with her.

The girl's heart was pounding.

She realized what was going to happen.

But there is no attempt to escape. Rather, bold, close to his arms. Close her eyes and feel the boy who belongs to her with all her heart.

Listen to his heartbeat.

That's also accelerating.

For a moment, it was more pleasing than any confession.

They just hugged like that, and after about a dozen seconds, Hermione looked up and stared at him.

After a moment's pause, she kissed him on the lips.

Fiery – like whiskey.

Although she hadn't drunk that spirit, she guessed it was what it tasted like now.

The boy replied fiercely, his arms around her so tightly. The body fit perfectly together, which made her have to bend over to maintain this position.

His hand moved up the girl's back, and finally his fingers went into her hair.

Push against the back of her head, so she might be able to relax.

Of course, it is also fun to stir the girl's hair.

With each touch, she would tremble slightly.

Gradually, I don't know how much time has passed.

This suffocating kiss is over.

The lingering spirit turned from fiery to sweet, sweet with a hint of sourness rippling on the tip of the tongue.

Both of them were a little unconsciously wanting more—but—it was clearly not a good place.

"Did you have an intention a long time ago?" Hermione's face was hot, and she was ashamed of her boldness just now, but her body was still in his arms, and she was reluctant to leave, but her fiery eyes were more rational at the moment.

"How can you say that?" Owen pinched her cheek, "It's not a matter of time. ”

Hermione gritted her teeth and stared at him affectionately, yes - Owen was right, it was a matter of time.

But I always feel that it should come later.

Maybe a year or a few years from now.

Isn't it too early?

This idea of hers has just been born.

The faint feeling of restraint from the middle finger of her right hand, then the ring, made her realize it immediately.

His own entanglement is nothing but reserved and shy.

She belonged to one person forever, and that person belonged to her alone, and that was her possession.

Sooner or later, it doesn't make sense at all.

If sooner or later we have to face it, why not today?

Raising her hand, Hermione glanced at the ring again, then looked at Owen.

Biting his lips and teeth, he said shyly but tenaciously, "You know what you have to ask." Do you want me to speak? How can there be such a thing? ”

"Uh-no, it's not impossible?" Owen said jokingly.

Then he saw the maiden open her mouth, revealing a row of sharp teeth, making a motion to bite him.

"Just kidding." He said.

Then he lifted the girl's chin, stared at her, and asked, "So—Miss Granger—will you marry me?" ”

It was like a dream, it was the stars that struck the earth, and the girl's brown eyes glistened with tears and hope.

Then, she smiled, and all emotions in her eyes disappeared, and at last only happiness and contentment remained, "I—I do!" ”

Then the souls of the two collided again.

——————

Dinner, which lasted from six o'clock to seven o'clock in the evening.

Of course, they can stay a little longer.

However, if you continue, there is a possibility that the Muggle banishment spell will not work.

Because magic just keeps people from noticing, in Muggle hearts, there are still people in that place, and they can't go hours without having finished their dinner. It's so abnormal.

After dinner, in the shocked eyes of the service staff, the two held hands and snuggled out of the restaurant.

At this point, it's still early.

None of them wanted to end today so quickly.

And Owen already has a good place to go.

As soon as they were in the restaurant, several couples were talking about where to go next, and they all seemed to have chosen to watch a movie.

I heard that a new film was released on Christmas, a new masterpiece by a great director, in short, it was very topical, and he heard about this movie several times in the restaurant.

Uh-huh – a movie?

Nice place to go, although old-fashioned, but just right compared to 1995, and the little wizard who rarely watches movies.

"Hey—Miss Granger, are you going to the movies?"

On the streets, the street lights are still on.

Orange light dispelled the darkness.

Although it was cold, the two people who were in love felt inexplicably warm.

"Huh?" Hermione looked at Owen, and from the playful look in his eyes, she knew at once what he wanted to do—she knew some of those dating techniques in the Muggle world.

Although he has derailed from this world.

But she was more than a Muggle-born witch at Hogwarts.

The witch, who was a year older than her, had said that her sister had gone on a date with a boy, mentioning that the dimly lit environment of the movie theater was a great place for a date.

And she didn't seem to have any reason to refuse, "Uh-" she nodded.

With Hermione's consent.

Owen took her and quietly followed behind several couples.

Those couples had just said they were going to the movies in the restaurant.

Of course, he didn't know where the movie theater was in the neighborhood.

You won't get lost with them.

It's not far off.

Three blocks later.

He and Hermione saw a huge sign in the distance.

It seemed like a movie poster.

Several huge searchlights illuminate the poster, making it quite eye-catching.

"Huh?" Suddenly, both of them noticed a figure on the poster that they were quite familiar with.

The moment he saw the figure, Owen knew his plan had failed.

Originally, he was going to enter the cinema. Find the most deserted film, it's better that no one watches it at all.

The darkness, no-man's corners, and Muggle expulsion and obfuscation spells make for a wonderful memory tonight.

But—the moment that poster appeared, he knew that there was no going to be any more progress tonight.

"Is that Dobby? Has it become a movie star? Hermione exclaimed, pointing to the poster.

When did magical creatures be exposed to the Muggle world with such fanfare?

What about the Ministry of Magic?

Doesn't it matter?

"I don't know—I haven't seen it in half a year." Owen shook his head, he didn't go home this year, which is the London residence, so he didn't see Dobby.

During his time in the hospital, it was the elves of the Rozier family who helped him.

As for Dobby, he thought the free elf was on his way around the world again!

Owen also only now knows that Dobby actually went to make a movie!

"Gotta—it looks like we don't have a choice." Owen shook his head a little disappointed, now Hermione's attention must have been on the movie.

Squeezed in with the flow of people, after buying two movie tickets called [Treasure of Rome].

They were guided into the screening room by the staff.

According to the number on the ticket, the two easily found their seats.

As soon as I sat down, I heard several rows of audiences in front of me, discussing the film enthusiastically.

"Christopher Schneider's new work, oh my! I love his "Lord of the Rings" the year before last. ”

"Yes! Great Middle-earth! That special effects were fantastic, and Gandalf, and honestly, if I were a wizard too, I would definitely want Gandalf to be a teacher. ”

"That's right! If there was a wizarding school, Gandalf would be the headmaster. He is too suitable for the position. ”

They chatted excitedly.

Just what he said made Owen laugh.

This Gandalf, the more he talks about it, the more he looks like Dumbledore!

Hermione also found it funny, and with the praise of these people, it made her look forward to the next movie even more.

Soon the lights in the screening room dimmed.

The logos of several major film publishing companies flashed one after another, and the movies slowly unfolded.

——————

Two and a half hours later, this 'Marvel' blockbuster belonging to the 90s is finally over.

For this movie.

Owen is not good to evaluate because his plot is too lazy.

Right – lazy, not rotten.

It is a Hollywood film factory assembly line product. There are no thought-provoking points in the plot.

The only thing that is commendable is the acting skills of the actors and the exaggerated special effects that seem to be real in the movie.

It's probably a remake of "Raiders of the Lost Ark" again.

The protagonist team is invited by the University of Turin to search for an ancient ruin on the Italian coast.

After arriving at his destination, after a series of boring adventures, (a boring adventure for Owen, after all, he has seen too many movies, and the plot of the nineties is too old-fashioned for him.) ）

The protagonist's team is surprised to discover that the so-called ancient ruins under the sea are actually the birthplace of Roman mythology (actually Greek mythology).

The ruins are full of all kinds of magical items.

Just as the protagonist group is about to pass on the news of this place to the university, a group of soldiers wearing uniforms that are quite familiar to Europeans also appear in the ruins.

It turns out - someone here has already been the first to get there.

The remnants of Na-Pur discovered it decades ago.

Here they immersed themselves in studying these 'mythical objects' in an attempt to rebuild the Third Reich.

And then - the plot develops in the direction of Hydra.

(End of chapter)