I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 270 A cup of Hermione Granger and the emergence of conspiracy

"Furong~~" At this moment, Hermione finally couldn't help calling out her name.

Hearing the sound, Fu Rong on the bed was taken aback for a moment, and then jumped up from the bed like a frightened bird.

"It's you! Hermione." After seeing the person who came, Fleur immediately breathed a sigh of relief. She rubbed her eyes and shook her head, her silver waterfall-like hair was scattered on her chest.

"Scared me," she said, "I thought some boy broke in."

"Ahem. You, you...you put the quilt on first!" Hermione turned her head and said very unnaturally.

Hearing the sound, Fu Rong also bowed her head, and immediately understood why Hermione reacted so strongly.

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

Ahem—her cheeks were also slightly red.

Moral of the story – don’t wear loose dresses made of silk to bed.

The atmosphere in the room gradually became a little strange.

Before things got any worse, Hermione just opened her mouth and told everything she knew about the match.

"I'm here to tell you about the first event"

"We have to deal with-"

"I know." Fu Rong squinted her eyes and said directly, "You have to deal with the fire dragon, right?"

"Take the golden egg from the dragon."

???

This should make Hermione dumbfounded.

What dragon?What dragon egg?

All she knew was that they were dealing with a 'gatekeeper' to get the treasure from him.

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

Then she really can't imagine what she will face in the next level!

"You—are you not worried?" After a moment of contemplation, Hermione looked up at Fleur again.

Although it is still difficult to kill a fire dragon with their current strength, it is quite easy if they just grab something from the fire dragon.

But that's me after all.She didn't know how much Furong's strength had become stronger after more than a year.

Fu Rong under the blanket didn't show the slightest expression of fear.

Wrapped in the quilt, she murmured a spell, and then she lifted the quilt.

"Oh!" Hermione quickly covered her eyes.

But from the corner of the eye for a moment, I still saw Furong's appearance.

At this time, she had already dressed, a light blue robe with a fluffy cotton coat with a lining, and thick blue socks wrapped around her legs. She got up and stuffed her feet into the white boots next to the bed .

"Didn't you meet each other honestly before? You're still so shy!" Fu Rong raised her eyebrows and looked at Hermione mischievously.

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

Hermione's head was steaming as she froze in place.

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

At this time, Furong had already finished washing.

"Today is Sunday, let's go to Hogsmeade Village!" She walked out of the bathroom, then came to Hermione's side, and took her arm very naturally, "Since I came to Hogwarts, I Haven't been there yet!"

Today is Hogsmeade Day, and the small village is full of excited young Hogwarts wizards.

Hermione accompanied Fleur to every shop in Hogsmeade. 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 cannot be found in France.

Hermione also regained her sanity from the ambiguity just now.

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

It is not so much a village as it has become a small town.

On both sides of the marble streets and alleys, there are crooked houses of three or four floors, each with its own characteristics.

There are neon signs in front of every store.

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

A street lamp is erected every few steps along the road.

Although it was daytime and the street lights were not on, Hermione could already imagine the bright lights here at night.

If it weren't for the magical style of the surrounding houses, Hermione would really think that she had walked into a Muggle community.

"That seems to be George and Fred?"

Hermione, who came out of the brand new Honeydukes candy store, saw a store on the corner of the street at a glance, and two red-haired boys were holding a piece of parchment and pointing.

"What are they doing?" Furong held a piece of cream-filled chocolate and took a sweet bite.

She also heard about the Weasley twins using alchemy items to break through the magic limitations of Dumbledore's Goblet of Fire, so she paid attention to them.

Na na!Hogwarts is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

"Should be decorating the house!" Hermione said.

"Owen told me that they rented a house in his name and used it as a shop."

"Opening a shop?" Fu Rong asked.

"Their dream is to open a magic waffle shop. The prank products in the school are all their works, and they are very talented in this area." Hermione explained.

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

"Speaking of which, you and that Sanchez." Sitting on the rattan chair, Fu Rong stretched her waist, her plump fruit was green and attractive.Many little wizards passing by around couldn't help casting their gazes over.

"How far have you developed?" She turned her head and asked with a smile, "Did you take him down?"

"Ah?!" Hermione blushed instantly, and then said in a panic, "What's the matter—I—we're just friends."

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

"Returning friends!" She widened her eyes, "You don't have any technical problems, do you?"

She looked like someone who had come here, and the playful smile on her face never stopped.

"Big sister can give you some technical support!"

"Stop talking about this!" Miss Granger said angrily, blushing.She had been blushing for long enough today, and she didn't want to keep blushing any longer.

And—she and Owen.

What the hell was that guy thinking?

Did he like himself, or was he just flirting with her?

There are many girls in the castle who like him. Recently, she found that the girl named Qiu in Ravenclaw was always looking at them (actually at Harry.) Did she also.

The cranky Miss Granger suddenly felt that she had no advantage over herself.

She is not gentle enough, not that beautiful (Fleur is next to her). Most importantly, she is not understanding at all, and she has no way of guessing what Owen is thinking.

She was not as good as Hannah or Luna in this respect, and they could always guess what he wanted.

Gradually, the blush on Miss Granger's face began to fade away, and only worry appeared again.

"What are you thinking about?" Furong picked up the fire dragon milk tea on the table and took a sip.

Heard it was a work of Fred and George.

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

The orange color lasted for a few seconds and then faded away.

Then she felt warm all over her body.

It's like drinking the sun in one gulp.

"Oh! They will definitely make a fortune. This thing will be a big hit in winter!" Fu Rong looked at the milk tea in her hand in surprise. It tasted quite delicious. There was a fragrance of scented tea in the milk. Just one sip, she fell in love with it completely.

"Looking at the worry on your face, what's the matter? Is there really any technical difficulty?"

She giggled playfully.

"No," replied Hermione awkwardly, "it's just - just -"

"I'm just not sure if he likes you." Fleur helped Hermione finish her words, "Oh! What if he doesn't like me? Am I being pretentious?"

"How do you know the result if you haven't tried it? If you don't try, how will you know that those spells are difficult to learn, and those are easy to learn?" Furong taught earnestly like a big sister, "Maybe you should have some French girls' spells." enthusiasm."

"French girl?" Hermione looked up in confusion.

"Hold him in a corner, give him a loving kiss, believe me, no boy can refuse."

"."

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

His cheeks were flushed, but he remained silent.

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

"That's two different things!" She stammered.

"What two things!"

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

"what?"

"This is a win-or-lose battle, there is no such thing as a draw."

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

<divclass="contentadv">The red clouds burned my ears.

In the rare warm sun in winter, something beautiful spread.

There were more and more little wizards or adult wizards hurrying back and forth.

They - are healing the town quickly.

Little by little, like a spring silkworm spinning a cocoon, soon the butterfly in the cocoon will pop out.

"About the game—"

Feeling that this topic was gradually approaching the edge of 'danger', Hermione forcefully changed the subject, feeling the warmth in her hands.

"It's just a fire dragon, I have a way to deal with it, let's talk about it." Fu Rong held up a cup of black tea and took a sip, "We are still competitors, aren't we?"

"But also friends!" Hermione said firmly.

"That's right!"

And just when the two wanted to talk.

In Weasley's new shop, which was separated from them by a street.

The boys are busy decorating the shop.

"Five Hermione Granger thanks!"

Owen huddled on the rattan chair, which he had prostituted from a shop outside.

Vines chairs, rare.

"It's called Fire Dragon Milk Tea!" Ron gave him a blank look.Then to his two older brothers, "Thank you six Hermione Granger, I want two."

"I'll give you two big-eared melon seeds, do you want it?" Gemini looked at his prodigal brother contemptuously, "All our savings have been spent on this store. As a member of the Weasley family, Ron, You also take the money out!"

"I-I don't have any money." Ron subconsciously covered his pockets and said cautiously.

"Heh—you don't want to step here 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 get a loan, a small loan, no collateral required, out of eight out of fourteen, starting from one year."

"Climb!" Gemini said again.

"Hey - but the people I brought up to buy milk tea, how much have you earned these days! It's good if I don't take your service fee."

What he said is true.

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

In the cold winter of November, in the Scottish Highlands, the daily humidity is 80.00%, cold is not enough to describe the weather here.

That should hurt!

Rheumatism - pain like bone pain!

It would be unreasonable for a cup of fire dragon milk tea to not sell out at this time.

As for the name of the milk tea - "I think it is a good idea to name it after a popular figure in the school. This will not only increase the spread of the product, but also increase user stickiness. When most people can only call Fire Dragon Milk Tea, You open your mouth gracefully, a glass of 'Hermione Granger', and the temperament of the original Lion's House of old Hogwarts comes to you, no one who sees it can say: Authentic!"

As for why Hermione was chosen to lead the battle.

I advise you to stay out of my brother's affairs!

"Hey - Owen, when can my name be -" Ron looked at Owen expectantly.

The earnest eyes in the eyes are almost overflowing.

"You? How famous are you?"

"Me?" Ron was upset at once, "Anyway, I have defeated many Slytherins many times, and during the World Cup, I also participated in it, please take a closer look at the photos in the "Daily Prophet". Hermione is behind, then Harry is behind, and Percy is behind me anyway, if you look carefully, you will definitely find me."

"Hehe—my buddy is not a microscope speaker, and he is not as careful as that."

"My grandfather Grindelwald has booked the next drink. Next is Dumbledore, then Professor Spratt, Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, oh—and my grandmother, and then." Owen continued A dozen names were spoken, and it was only at the very end that he said, "Snape at last."

"He will queue up until 2023. As for you, start lining up in 2077!"

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

Saying that, Gemini came up and covered his mouth.

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

"You have lowered the IQ of the entire street." Fred continued.

Owen didn't care, he continued, "Also, do you think it's easy to create a drink that matches the tone of the wizard's name?"

"Brain cells are dying every day."

"Hmm—what's the tone of 'Grindelwald'? Ginger with a touch of sugar?"

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

On the street corner, as Hermione and Fleur continued chatting.

Two figures wrapped in black robes came out of a dark alley abruptly.

Behind them—that area is the buildings that survived the war. Compared with these beautiful new houses, they look defeated and desolate.

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

He pulled the arm of the man in black on the other side.

"Look - we encountered a treasure." It pointed excitedly in the distance, "Look at that."

"Be cautious, Ellen—huh? That's—the girl in the newspaper?" An old voice came from the black robe, and the two hid in the corner.

Through the hoods on their heads, you can see the pointed and slender ears under the hoods.

Yes, those are two goblins.

From their short stature, they can probably be guessed.

The old goblin was short in stature, with a sallow complexion, and black eyes full of caution.

Although a trace of excitement flashed across his long face, he quickly suppressed this emotion.

There are too many wizards around, this is not a good time to do it.

"Grab her!" Allen trembled excitedly, but at this time, his hand was caught by another goblin instead.

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

"It's okay, we may cause chaos, we are all unweaned children, let's move fast, absolutely nothing will go wrong."

Allen's words moved the old goblin very much.

He raised his head slightly, under the black robe, a bright red light shone in the black pupils.

This is an opportunity, an excellent opportunity, with Dumbledore around, it is impossible for them to break into the castle, so the chances of meeting the girl outside are not high.

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

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

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

Suddenly a figure walked behind the two girls.

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

A pair of wolf eyes were staring at them unkindly.

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

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

"when will you."

"Get up!" Sirius said again.

Not knowing why, Hermione had to get up. In doubt, she walked slowly towards the castle side by side with Fleur.

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

Hermione knew intuitively that they were by no means good people.

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

His face was gloomy and uncertain.

Until they passed through the castle gate.

After walking into the magical defense range of Hogwarts, Sirius withdrew his wand.

"That was—" Hermione hurriedly asked.

"Fairy!" he replied coldly.

"Fairy?" Hermione was a little surprised, but remembered that the height of the two black-robed creatures just now fit the size of a goblin, "But why, how dangerous are goblins to us?"

"No one else, but you—" He looked down, 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 never had a good day.

Hermione thought very positively.

“We’ll talk about this later, but before that, there are a few things I have to draw your attention to.

Especially you Hermione. "