Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 154 Hermione...Why are you here?

The two swam for a while and played beach volleyball for a while before lying down on the lounge chairs.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon and the sun was shining. Lying under a parasol and sipping an ice-cold drink is a treat on earth.

As for the sights around them, they have been diverted away by the house elves' magic.

The Muggles seemed to have forgotten that these two mermaids had ever appeared on the beach and continued with their own affairs.

"Ah—!" Harley took a sip of iced lemonade and murmured comfortably,

"Sure enough, summer is all about enjoying the sun, waves and cold drinks."

"Indeed." Fleur took a sip of orange juice, then held the straw and moved the ice cubes at the bottom of the glass.

"Oh, I really want a glass of tequila! Paired with ice, salt and lemon juice, it will be absolutely refreshing."

Harley stretched, adjusted the sunglasses on her face, and glanced at Fleur with evil intentions.

"Dear Fleur, would you like to help me apply sunscreen?"

"Don't come." Although she didn't know the sinister intentions of the immortal witch, Fleur still decisively refused.

"I don't want to move at all now. Why don't you wipe it for me?"

"That's okay!" Harley put the lemonade on the small round table between the two of them, and then lightly knocked on the table.

"Kaka, fill up the lemonade for me, and give me half a fresh lemon, salt, and tequila on the rocks!"

Then, Harley took off her sunglasses, picked up the sunscreen bottle standing on the ground, and smiled mischievously:

"Well, dear Miss Delacour. Although you are not willing to help me put on sunscreen, I don't mind the fault of others and I don't mind applying it for you with my own hands."

"Since she is unwilling to put on sunscreen for you, do I have the honor?" A crisp and familiar voice suddenly sounded.

At the same time, a pair of small hands covered Harley's eyes, and Harley felt hot air coming from her ears, "Dear Miss Potter, tell me quickly, do I have this honor?"

The smile on Harley's face froze for a moment, but she covered it up smoothly.

Her voice became surprised: "Hermione? You are here like this!"

"Of course I received your letter." Hermione let go of her hand and sat down unceremoniously on the edge of Harry's lounge chair.

She still had her messy brown hair on her head, and she had already put on a swimsuit, but it was the kind of swimsuit from a Muggle school.

This made Harry frown and decided to teach Hermione how to dress up after school started.

“Dad originally planned to take us to Biarritz, but when we received the letter yesterday, we were already on the way.

So I simply stopped replying and wanted to give you a surprise. "

Hermione casually glanced at Harry's outfit, compared it with her own, and was instantly shocked.

"What about uncle and aunt?"

"It's parking. We rented a car and booked a hotel in advance."

Hermione replied casually, looking at the silver-haired girl on the other side, "Harry, why don't you introduce this to me?"

"Hello, my name is Fleur Delacour, a sixth-year Beauxbatons student." Fleur raised her sunglasses and smiled at Hermione.

Somehow, Hermione felt a little more wary in her heart.

However, since there was no reason for conflict between the two, Hermione only regarded this as her own illusion.

"Hello, Miss Delacour, my name is Hermione Granger, a third year student at Hogwarts."

Hermione kept a smile on her face and greeted politely,

"I have heard your name mentioned by Harry a long time ago. She said that you are very knowledgeable in potions."

"Thank you for your compliments," Fleur straightened up, leaned back slightly, and stretched.

"You can just call me Fleur. Can I just call you Hermione?"

"Of course." Hermione was very polite, but when she saw a certain scene, she instantly became angry.

When I get back, I'll ask my mother what I should eat to replenish my body! Hermione gritted her teeth and thought angrily.

The three of them chatted on the beach for a while, and then Hermione took Harry into the water for a swim.

Hermione was a sports idiot and wasn't good at sports in elementary school.

After entering Hogwarts, flying lessons were the only ones in which she could barely get a good grade.

So swimming, a sport like swimming, is too difficult for her.

Harry had to teach step by step and was busy for more than half an hour, but there was still no progress.

Although Harry did enjoy teaching Hermione.

But what a pity that glass of tequila!

In the evening, the Grangers originally planned to invite Harry and Fleur to taste Muggle delicacies, but in the end they were persuaded by Hermione to stay and dine at Professor Slughorn's villa.

The Grangers were very curious about everything in the villa.

"Oh my god, I didn't expect there was a villa hidden here!" Mr. Granger sighed.

"Of course, Professor Slughorn is a famous master of potions, and he has successfully brewed even precious potions like Elixir of Fortune many times.

So he is very wealthy. "

Harley explained, opening a bottle of wine that the house elf had just delivered.

"Mr. Granger, try the wine. This is the wine from the vineyards of Bordeaux.

Moreover, these wines have been magically processed and do not need to go through processes such as decanting. Drinking them directly into your mouth is the most delicious state. "

"Just call me William." Mr. Granger swallowed, glanced at his wife who was whispering to Hermione next to him, and quickly poured himself a glass.

"Good wine!" Mr. Granger exclaimed, "Miss Potter..."

"Just call me Harley, Uncle William. By the way, you can try Firewhiskey and Ice Champagne.

In fact, these are low-temperature edible flames and special ice cubes created by magic and blended into the wine.

But it has a different flavor in the stomach. "Harry said, taking the initiative to pour another glass for Mr. Granger, and also filled himself with Firewhiskey.

"Harry, you are only thirteen years old, can you drink?" Mr. Granger did not drink immediately, but asked worriedly.

"Don't worry about me," Harley replied with a smile, her hair burning with flames.

"I am one of those wizards who was born very special, and I am born with a lot of special magic.

Because I'm special, alcohol doesn't do anything for me. "

"That's good." Mr. Granger nodded, still unable to resist the temptation of the wine, and took a sip.

Magic flames dance on the surface of the fire whiskey. It looks hot, but the actual temperature is only 20 degrees.

And the flame itself is produced by special magical plants, fused with magic and whiskey.

When you drink it, the flames will gently tickle the tip of your tongue, slowly flow down your throat and into your stomach, where they will continue to burn but will not harm your body.

That special feeling will never be forgotten by anyone who has had it once.

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(Thanks to Jiuwei Yanhu for the tip!)

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