Harry Potter: The Atypical Alchemist

The evening breeze blew away the impetuous atmosphere, and the sunlight shining on the ground was the color of orange juice. Carrying coffee, the two of them crossed a street intersection, turned two more corners, and arrived at Hermione's house.

The clinic is a small square building next to the roadside. Next to it is a villa with a small garden. A small door in the middle connects the two houses.

It was only then that the memory returned to Stone's head. He remembered that the Grangers were waiting for Hermione at the door of the clinic that night, but now the clinic was closed and the lights were on in the villa.

Following Hermione through the garden, Stone stood in front of her door and said slightly awkwardly:

"How about - I come back another day?"

"Let's go~" Hermione hugged Stone's arm and dragged him up the steps.

She dragged Stone, hooked the coffee with the little finger of her other hand, and rang the doorbell.

"Okay, okay, I won't run away." Stone slapped his arm. "Hurry up and let go."

"Really not running?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"If you really don't want to run, it's too late to run now."

"Hmph~" Hermione showed a proud smile, "Then I let go, be careful, don't fall."

"Mmmmmmm!"

Stone's struggle became much less intense, and Hermione let go of her arm.

At this moment, the sound of the door lock turning was heard in the house, and Stone quickly adjusted his clothes.

"Click——"

The person who opened the door was Mrs. Granger. She touched Hermione's head and said, "Don't you have the key?"

"I'm going to introduce you to a friend. Knock on the door to be more formal."

As she spoke, she turned her body sideways, revealing Stone from behind.

"Hello, Mrs. Granger." Stone bowed slightly and tucked the last corner of his clothes with his hidden hand.

"Stone, right?" Mrs. Granger said with a smile, "Come in quickly."

"Yes, Thanks."

Under the guidance of Mrs. Granger, Stone entered Hermione's home for the first time.

White floor tiles, simple striped wallpaper, pink blue crystal chandelier, it is a very warm place.

"Please have a seat," Mrs. Granger said, calling Mr. Granger from the kitchen.

"Hello, Mr. Granger." Stone stood up quickly.

"Sit down, don't be restrained."

"Okay." So Stone sat down again - sitting upright.

Hermione, who was familiar with Stone, could see his discomfort at a glance and rolled her eyes, "That's right! We brought you coffee!"

"Oh - right!" Stone then felt the paper bag in his hand and put it on the coffee table.

"Thank you." Mrs. Granger smiled and picked up the paper bag, "It was the latte, Hermione's idea, right?"

"Of course~" Hermione said, "I love latte the most. It's so sweet and delicious."

"Yes Yes Yes--"

With that said, Mrs. Granger handed the other glass in the paper bag to her husband.

At the same time, Hermione took out the coffee from her bag, tied the straw thoughtfully, and handed it to Stone.

"..."

Latte also has a bitter taste.

So he took the coffee and took a long sip as Hermione watched.

"Hmm~" Hermione suddenly smiled, "Does it taste good?"

"Yeah, it tastes good." The little man in Stone's mind had already frowned.

"Ahem!" Mr. Granger coughed twice and handed the coffee back to Mrs. Granger, "I want it too."

"What do you want?" Mrs. Granger said displeasedly: "The coffee bought for the child, don't be ignorant."

"No, I also want you to tie a straw for me."

"..."

Mrs. Granger wordlessly picked up the straw, while Hermione and Stone had blushed and lowered their heads.

"Hmph~ Me too!" Mr. Granger took a sip of coffee proudly.

"Just ignore him, he means no harm." Mrs. Granger looked at Stone with a smile, "We all welcome you. Hermione has been talking about you since Christmas."

"How can I?!" Hermione protested.

The protest was ineffective, Mrs. Granger still looked at Stone, "She said your parents are ordinary people like us, right?"

"Yes," Stone replied.

"Don't answer her!" Hermione slapped Stone hard on the shoulder.

Also ignored.

"Then can you tell me what your parents do?" Mrs. Granger then asked.

"Making car modifications."

After hearing Stone's answer, one word came to the minds of Mr. and Mrs. Granger - how could that be?

The idea came about because of a gift, a gift that Hermione said was given by Mrs. Capet.

That night, they immediately noticed the difference in Hermione's clothing. After getting the specific information from her, they went to the store and asked about the price. The price... was more than what they paid for half a month. of income.

You know, according to statistics, they are a middle-class family in London!

Is it so profitable to modify cars these days?

This gift is quite expensive for a twelve-year-old girl.

What's even more troublesome is that the other person's mother has sent a gift, and they have to give a gift in return. The problem lies here. In the past few days, they have been thinking about a gift in return. They can tell the price and so on, but they really don't know what Stone likes. They can't...

Just when Mr. and Mrs. Granger had a headache, Hermione had already stood up, stamped her foot angrily, and said to Stone:

"If you don't pay attention to me, then I won't pay attention to you either!"

After saying that, she ran upstairs.

"Uh...well..." Stone scratched the back of his head.

"Just coax her." Mrs. Granger said with a smile, "Go ahead and take the first room on the left on the second floor. Don't worry, she won't lock the door."

"Okay--?" Stone asked hesitantly. After all, this is a girl's boudoir. I'm afraid it wouldn't be suitable for him as a boy, right?

"It's okay." Mrs. Granger's smile became even wider, "Just stay for dinner later."

"It's broken!" Mr. Granger suddenly shouted, "My food!"

Shouting, he rushed to the kitchen.

"Go on, it's okay." After saying that, Mrs. Granger stood up and walked to the kitchen.

"..."

Stone was the only one left in the huge living room. He stood up, paced back and forth a few times, and finally walked towards the stairs.

The pink wooden door of the first room on the left is still very obvious.

Stone knocked on the door, but received no response, and shouted: "I'm in -"

After waiting for a while, he turned the door handle and walked in.

At this time, two 'sneaky' heads poked out from the stairs, approaching the pink wooden door one after the other.