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Chapter 92 Hermione's Summer Vacation

…August 6th…

In the evening, Hermione was sent back to the door of her home by Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall touched Hermione's head and said softly, "Go back."

"Professor McGonagall, but I..." Hermione was a little afraid to enter the door.

"It's okay, I wrote back through the owl, saying that you were kept at Hogwarts by me because of the course problems next year. But I still want to make sure, do you really want to take all the courses?" Professor McGonagall Looking seriously into Hermione's eyes.

"Well, yes, Professor McGonagall. After all, they all look very interesting." Hermione nodded solemnly.

"Divination class, I don't think...forget it, Hermione, I understand, all you have to do now is to walk in the door obediently, and enjoy your vacation." Professor McGonagall showed a rare smile, and touched He touched Hermione's head and motioned her to go in.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall." Hermione nodded, slowly approached the door, took out the key and walked in. After a while, Mrs. Granger's voice came out: "God, Hermione, you're back No! Hermione Jane Granger! You didn't tell us you needed to be back late! Do you know how worried your father and I were?"

"I'm very sorry..." Hermione's weak voice came from inside the room.

Outside the room, Professor McGonagall listened quietly for a while, smiled, and disappeared with a wave of his wand.

…August 6th…

Hermione woke up and rubbed her sore wrist. Last night, she wrote a 3000-word confession and a 2000-word guarantee before falling asleep. While rubbing, she thought: God knows how she made it up yesterday!And my mother didn't pursue it anymore!
When Hermione went downstairs, she found that Dad miraculously didn't go to his dentist's office today, so she couldn't help asking curiously: "Dad? Why didn't you go to the clinic?"

"I think I need to relax for a while, and it's been a long time since our family has traveled together." Mr. Granger's hand holding the newspaper didn't even shake, and the voice came out from behind the newspaper.

"Hermione, we were traveling when you were in elementary school! Do you remember? Is there any place you want to go now?" Mrs. Granger's voice came from the kitchen: "We can have breakfast first, Then think about it slowly."

"Well, I remember, I went to Spain to watch a bullfight." Hermione nodded and sneaked towards the kitchen.

"Don't go to the kitchen, go wash up and get ready for dinner." Mr. Granger's voice came over, as if he could see through newspapers, stopping Hermione's movements.

"Oh..." Hermione stopped her movements and ran to the bathroom.

……

"Well, I think Australia is pretty good." Mrs. Granger said looking at the tourist brochures.

"Egypt is also very good. Your Daily Prophet arrived this morning. There are photos of your classmate's family on it. They are over there." Mr. Granger held up the newspaper he just read, shook it, and handed it to Hermione .

"Student? Oh! Ron! Their family actually went to Egypt?" Hermione took the newspaper and saw the big photo of the Weasley family on the front page at first sight: "But why did they take a picture with a mouse?"

"Then let's go to Egypt? It just so happens that your father and I are very interested in your world. After all, your classmate's family is very enthusiastic." Mrs. Granger dug out a brochure for traveling in Egypt.

"Student..." Hermione murmured with dazed eyes, looking at the French travel brochure that was turned out on the table.

"Huh?" Mr. Granger noticed that his daughter was distracted, looked in the direction Hermione was looking, frowned and guessed, "France?"

"Huh? No! It's not France!" Hermione was awakened by Mr. Granger's voice, and said hastily, "Let's go to Egypt, and I'll find Ron there!"

"Well... let's pack up first, I'll call to see if there are any tickets and rooms." Mr. Granger looked at Hermione after a moment of hesitation: "Don't bring too many books."

"Okay, I only bring my homework." Hermione nodded in agreement, and ran upstairs: "I'm going to clean up!"

"Don't forget to bring your things!" Mrs. Granger looked at Hermione with a smile, and when she went upstairs, she turned and asked, "Egypt?"

"No, France." Mr. Granger smiled and shook his head.

"Hehe, after all Hermione has reached the age where she wants to be romantic." Mrs. Granger smiled and went back to her room to tidy up.

……

During the few hours when Hermione arrived at the airport and got off the plane, she was in a daze. She had clearly agreed to go to Egypt, so how could she be in France?

"Hehe, Hermione, what's the matter?" Mrs. Granger smiled and patted Hermione's head.

"Mom... I remember... didn't we say we were going to Egypt?" Hermione scratched her head in doubt, which made it even more confusing.

"Because your father sees that you have been staring at the French album." Mrs. Granger smiled and looked at the host who was dragging the luggage behind her, then turned her head and continued to pat Hermione's head with a smile: "After all, we Little Hermione has grown up too. France, the capital of romance."

"..." Hermione's face was blushing, and she looked around at the scenery that she didn't have time to see yesterday.

"Let's go to the hotel first, and then visit the Champs Elysees and the Arc de Triomphe at night." Mr. Granger added behind them: "Tomorrow we will go to the Louvre and the Eiffel Tower. Anyway, we have a lot of time, so don't worry."

"I want to see Hugo's house!" Hermione added eagerly.

"Okay, we'll go as soon as we've been to the Louvre." Mr. Granger nodded.

…August 6th…

Hermione, who had been crazy in Paris for 4 days, heard a news when she was having lunch with her family in a famous shop.

This news made her suddenly think of Weiss who had been forgotten by her for 5 days, because she heard the people at that table mention the 'Bois de Boulogne'.

She stopped the knife and fork in her hand and listened to the conversation of the two girls.

"A monster really appeared in the Bois de Boulogne? Isn't it very big?" A girl in fashionable and revealing clothes asked suspiciously.

"It's true! Recently, when my little sister was picking up jobs over there, people said it!" Another red-haired girl said.

"What kind of monster is it? Will it be dangerous for us to go at night? Or... we won't go these days, shall we?" the fashionable girl asked in horror.

"I don't know, I heard that the whole body is full of hair! And I hunted myself! I heard those who saw it say: 'Track it into the deep woods, it disappeared, and then I got lost, I don't know how to come out into the forest.'" The red-haired girl lit a cigarette, took a deep breath and continued: "I think it must be hidden somewhere, like magic or something! Because the police have also looked, and there is nothing there. If it didn't find it, it must have hidden itself!"

"I remember, there was a village nearby, full of old people, what did they say?" the fashionable girl continued to ask, frowning and fanning the smoke that was drifting towards her.

"Yes, that's the interesting point! Some people did ask them, and they said: 'According to legend, there is a magic castle hidden in the Bois de Boulogne, the owner of the castle must have returned!'" the red-haired girl laughed and sucked He took a puff of the cigarette and extinguished it, then exhaled slowly before continuing: "If I can find the castle, even if the owner is a monster, it will be much better than my current life!"

"Are you not afraid that it will eat you?" The fashionable girl was curious about her friend's boldness.

"No, it saved a sister when she was almost dismembered." The red-haired girl frowned and recalled what the girl said at the time: "She said that the thing that saved her was covered in fur and looked like a lion. But it still has horns and feet! Just like a demon!"

"I always think it's quite kind, not a strange...creature, except that it looks a little strange." The fashionable girl reassured: "The Hunchback of Notre Dame or Franken?"

"No, it also robbed those robbers as fast as a gust of wind, then stripped them naked and hung them on a tree, and then ran to that small village at night when the old people were sleeping, and used the money to 'buy' them Some bread or something." The red-haired girl smiled and said, "But he either gave too much or gave too little, and he has no concept of money at all."

"Well, excuse me..." Hermione dragged a small bench and sat down while the family was going to the bathroom and checking out.

(End of this chapter)