I, Hogwarts Second Week

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

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

Hearing the sound, Fu Rong was suddenly startled on the bed, and then jumped up from the bed like a frightened bird.

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

"I was shocked," she said. "I thought a boy had broken in."

"Ahem. You, you, you, please cover yourself with the quilt first!" Hermione turned her head and said very unnaturally.

Hearing the sound, Fleur also lowered her head, and immediately understood why Hermione had such a big reaction.

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 weird.

Before the situation got worse, Hermione spoke directly and told everything she knew about the game.

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

"We have to deal with-"

"I know." Furong narrowed her eyes and said directly, "We have to deal with the fire dragon, right?"

"Seize the golden egg from the fire dragon."

? ? ?

It was Hermione's turn to be confused.

What fire dragon? What dragon eggs?

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

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

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

"Aren't you worried?" After thinking for a moment, Hermione raised her head and looked at Fleur again.

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

But that is myself after all. She didn't know how much Fleur's strength had become after more than a year.

Fleur, who was under the quilt, didn't show the slightest bit of fear.

She wrapped herself in a quilt, murmured a spell, and then lifted the quilt.

"Ouch!" Hermione quickly covered her eyes.

But for a moment, he still saw Furong's appearance out of the corner of his eye.

At this time, she was already dressed, wearing a light blue robe with a furry cotton lining. Thick blue socks were wrapped around her legs. She stood up and stuffed her feet into the white boots beside the bed. .

"Haven't we been honest with each other before? You're still so shy!" Fleur looked at Hermione with a mischievous eyebrow.

Then he stepped on his boots and walked into the bathroom nearby, and started 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 held her arm very naturally, "Since I came to Hogwarts, I I haven’t been there yet!”

Today is Hogsmeade Day, and the small village is packed with excited Hogwarts wizards.

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

These things are specialties of Hogsmeade and cannot be seen in France.

Hermione also recovered 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 more like a small town than a village.

Both sides of the marble streets are dotted with crooked three- and four-story houses, each with its own characteristics.

There are flashing neon fluorescent signs in front of every store.

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

A street light was erected every few steps along the roadside.

Although it was daytime and the street lights were not on, Hermione could already imagine how brightly lit it would be at night.

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

"That seems to be George and Fred?"

Hermione came out of the brand new Honeydukes candy store and immediately spotted a store on the corner. Two red-haired boys were holding a piece of parchment and pointing.

"What are they doing?" Fleur 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 a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.

"They should be renovating the house!" Hermione said.

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

"Open a store?" Fleur 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.

Si Yi and Furong sat on the wicker chairs provided by the roadside tea shop.

"By the way, you and that Sanchez." Sitting on the wicker chair, Fleur stretched out, her plump fruits green and attractive. Many young wizards passing by couldn't help but cast their gazes over.

"How far have you developed?" She turned around and asked with a smile, "Have you taken him down?"

"Huh?!" Hermione blushed instantly, and then said in panic, "What are you talking about--I--we are just friends."

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

"We are still friends!" She widened her eyes, "Don't you have any technical difficulties?"

She looked like someone who had been there before, 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—her and Owen.

What on earth was that guy thinking?

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

There were many girls in the castle who liked him, and recently she noticed that the Ravenclaw girl named Qiu was always looking at them (actually looking at Harry.) Did she also...

Miss Granger, who was thinking wildly, suddenly felt that she had no advantage at all compared to them.

She wasn't gentle enough, and she wasn't that beautiful (Fleur was next to her). The most important thing was that she wasn't considerate at all, and she couldn't guess what Owen was thinking.

She was neither as good as Hannah nor as Luna in this regard, both of them 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.

I heard it was the work of Fred and George.

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

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

Then her whole body felt warm.

It's like drinking the sun in one gulp.

"Oh! They will definitely make a fortune. This thing will definitely sell well in winter!" Furong looked at the milk tea in her hand in surprise. The taste was quite wonderful. The milk had the fragrance of scented tea. After just one sip, she fell in love with it completely.

"Looking at the worried look on your face, what's wrong? Is there really any technical difficulty?"

She giggled playfully.

"No." Hermione replied unnaturally, "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 do you know which spells are difficult to learn and which ones are easy to learn?" Like a close sister, Fleur taught her earnestly: "Maybe you should get some French girls. enthusiasm."

"French girl?" Hermione raised her head in confusion.

"Corner him in a corner and give him a loving kiss. Trust me, no boy can refuse."

"."

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

Her cheeks were flushed, but she remained silent.

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

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

"What two different things!"

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

"ha?"

"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.

The red clouds burned my ears.

In the rare warm sunshine in winter, something beautiful spreads.

There are gradually more and more young wizards and adult wizards coming and going in a hurry.

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 felt the warmth coming from her hands and forcefully changed the topic.

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

"But they are also friends!" Hermione said firmly.

"That's right!"

And just when the two wanted to talk.

In Weasley's new store, which is a street away from them.

The boys are busy decorating the shop.

"Five Hermione Granger thanks!"

Owen huddled on the wicker chair, which he bought for free from a shop outside.

Grapevine chair, rare.

"It's obviously called Fire Dragon Milk Tea!" Ron rolled his eyes at him. Then he said to his two brothers, "Six cups of Hermione Granger. Thank you. I'll take two."

"Do you want me to give you two big-eared melon seeds?" The twins looked at their prodigal brother with contempt, "All our savings are spent on this store. As a member of the Weasley family, Ron, You also take out the money!"

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

"Ha--you never want to step foot here again!" George and Fred said in unison.

"No money -" Owen's voice came again at this time.

"Harry, go buy milk tea." He said, "You can get a loan. It's a small loan, no mortgage required, eight out and fourteen in, 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 suggested buying milk tea in winter.

In the cold winter of November, in the Scottish Highlands, the daily humidity is 80%. Cold is no longer 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 take the lead.

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 look in his eyes almost overflowed.

"You? What's your reputation?"

"Me?" Ron was immediately unhappy, "Anyway, I have defeated many Slytherins many times, and I also participated during the World Cup, okay? Take a closer look at the photos in the Daily Prophet. Behind Hermione, then behind Harry, and behind Percy, there is me anyway. If you look carefully, you can definitely find me."

"Haha - I'm not a micromanager, I can't be that careful."

"The next drink has been reserved for my grandpa Grindelwald. Next is Dumbledore, then Professor Spratt, Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, oh - and my grandmother, and then..." Owen continued. He spoke a dozen names, and finally said at the end: "The last one is Snape."

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

"Then why is Hermione the first drink? She is also a little wizard. I don't accept it. I..."

As he said that, Gemini came up and covered his mouth.

"Don't say he is our brother when you go out from now on!" George glared at him.

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

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

“Brain cells are dying every day.”

"Hmm - what tone should I use for 'Grindelwald'? Ginger juice with a little 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 suddenly walked out of a dark alley.

Behind them - the buildings that survived the war, compared to these beautiful newly built houses, they looked defeated and desolate.

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

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

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

"Be cautious, Allen - huh? Is that - the girl in the newspaper?" An old voice came from the black robe, and the two of them hid in the corner.

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

Yes, those are two goblins.

You can probably guess it from their short stature.

The old goblin is short in stature, has a sallow complexion, and has cautious eyes in his black eyes.

Although there was a flash of excitement on his long face, he quickly suppressed this emotion.

There are too many wizards around, this is not a good time to take action.

"Catch her!" Allen trembled excitedly, but at this time, his hand was grabbed by another goblin.

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

"It doesn't matter. We may cause chaos. We are all unweaned children. If we act quickly, there will definitely be no problems."

Allen's words moved the old goblin very much.

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

This was an opportunity, an excellent opportunity. With Dumbledore here, they couldn't break into the castle, so the chance of meeting the girl outside was not high.

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

The young voice in his ear sounded like Nudak was quite irritated.

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

Suddenly a figure walked in behind the two girls.

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

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 at the man who suddenly appeared behind her in surprise.

"when will you."

"Get up!" Sirius said again.

Hermione, who was confused, had to get up. In her doubts, she and Fleur slowly walked side by side towards the castle.

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

Hermione knew by intuition alone that they were anything but good.

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

His face was gloomy and uncertain.

Until they passed through the castle gates.

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

"That was-" Hermione quickly asked.

"Fairy!" he replied coldly.

"Goblins?" Hermione was a little surprised, but remembered that the height of the two black-robed creatures just now was indeed consistent with the size of goblins, "But why, what danger do goblins pose to us?"

"No one else has, but you—" He lowered his head, revealing a tired, unshaven face, and his eyes were bloodshot.

His face was dark, and his cheeks were stained with some kind of black dirt.

He has never had a good day in the past six months.

Hermione thought with certainty.

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

Especially you Hermione. "