HP sea mermaid

Chapter 44: Transition

"Hermione! Come on!"

The brown-haired witch rubbed her forehead, looked around, and was slightly relieved to see that there were no acquaintances around, and walked helplessly towards the red-haired boy who was happily pushing his way to the crowded place.

"Honeydukes is new! Look, this one, and this one, it's a shame Harry didn't come!" Ron squeezed all the way to the front of the counter, looking longingly at the bright pictures on the inner shelf. Products, "Everyone can only buy a limited amount, and only old members can mail order unlimited!"

"Harry won't feel at a loss." Hermione only glanced at the new chocolates, and still only bought a few mints that she usually ate.Seeing that Ron was trapped in the chocolate vortex and couldn't extricate himself, the witch Hefa, who had won the words and deeds of the dentist's parents, warned and persuaded, "Ron, eating so much sugar is not good for your teeth, think about your wallet!"

I don't know which sentence Hermione said played a role, but Mr. Ronald Weasley, whose sanity is infinitely close to nothing every time he enters Honeydukes, finally reluctantly put down the candy in his hand, "Okay, you say Yes, but I must buy a copy of the new product!"

Hermione rolled her eyes silently.

Screaming outside the shed.

"... Hogwarts was on vacation at the time, and I hid here for a long time, and then I ran out of food, so I ran to London, thinking about seeing you first before leaving... Ah, Let’s not talk about it, it’s a disappointment.” The handsome wizards in gray cloaks threw a ball of snow from the railings to the snow-covered shed in front of them with only one chimney left, “We are in Hoag When Watts was studying, the boys liked to come here to try their guts every Hogsmeade day!"

Harry glanced awkwardly at the normal Triton beside him, recalled what his father had done to Professor Snape (...), and wanted to change the subject with a guilty conscience, "Padfoot, What are you going to do about Rita Skeeter?"

"That reporter?" Sirius raised an eyebrow, with a handsome smile on his face, "Have you seen the latest issue of "Wizard Weekly"?"

"No, we don't have a subscription to the paper," said Harry.

Triton concentrated on poking the snow on the railing in front of him, making it look like a handsome black man for a while, and make him look like his own little milk——no, big 囧ha for a while.As for the topics discussed by the godfather and son around him, he was not interested.

"How?" Harry frowned after hearing what Sirius said, "Did you let her go?"

"Where will I put her?" Sirius waved his hand, leaning casually on the wooden railing, "She's caused a lot of trouble, but the Daily Prophet and Wizards Weekly don't know about it yet. Skeeter said, it's her The editor-in-chief of the two newspapers did not approve the manuscript that was deposited a few months ago."

"What did the paper say?"

"That article wasn't about you, Harry dear. But then again, did Hermione offend Rita Skeeter?" Sirius looked as usual, "Obviously Rita Skeeter is a penny-pincher. She's a woman who has to compare Hermione as a bad girl who walks between a savior and a Quidditch superstar, playing with your feelings, and I think she's going to be out of luck."

"She didn't mention Triton, did she?" Harry asked with a sullen face. At this time, he already regretted his decision to hand over the beetle to Sirius. Now he is completely blind to the woman's situation and can't control the development of the matter. His direction made him very unhappy.

"That's not true. She may be jealous of something, or she may be completely confused about the situation and never mention our little warrior." Sirius winked at Triton, but he was not discouraged when he didn't get a response from the other party. He walked up to Triton with a straight face and asked him to pinch his Animagus snow statue.

"She's sensible." Harry was still a little dissatisfied, but since Triton was not involved, he put it aside.As for Hermione, as Gryffindor's know-it-all, Harry believed Hermione could figure it out.

Of course, he didn't take it for granted the next day.

Early on Monday morning, the Gryffindor table was attacked by a flock of owls.

Triton looked curiously for a while, and just lowered his head to take a sip of the fish porridge when he heard a familiar female voice screaming, so startled that he even dropped his spoon into the bowl.

He watched the brown-haired witch leave in the direction of the medical wing, then picked up the spoon again and began to eat breakfast in some confusion.It would be Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class, and he couldn't handle it without replenishing his strength.

But soon, he knew what happened just now.

"A letter from someone I don't know?" Triton lovingly touched and touched the one he had chosen, Nixiu, which came out of the pumpkin patch but was not even dusty, and still had shiny black fur. Seeing it, he was anxious to go again. Looking for gold coins, he reluctantly let go.

"They should all be readers of "Wizard Weekly." Harry glared jealously at the flat head that Triton favored. "The letter was sprinkled with pus from undiluted Babo tuber."

"It's too reckless." Triton watched Xixiu get into the ground effortlessly, with a calm expression, "Those people are also too much. If Hermione wants to teach them a lesson, I can help her."

"She was seriously injured. She went to the hospital wing without saying anything." Harry took the gold coin from his sniffing mouth and patted it encouragingly.His sniffing was not as strong as the one Ron had chosen, and the pile of gold coins under his feet was much more than that of Triton. "Madame Pomfleur will definitely make her recover as soon as possible."

Indeed, when the treasure hunting contest ended, Hermione arrived late with her hands wrapped in gauze.

That's when Ron's Niffler just won the contest for him, and Hagrid rewarded him with a large piece of Honeydukes chocolate, but the red-haired boy didn't look very happy.

After Hagrid announced that the rest of the class was free time, they all went to the big beech tree by the lake with their own sniffs.

The snuffers were held in their arms quite docilely without struggling, and they were very competent as a small natural stove.

Triton silently looked at Shani who was living with Tom on the other side, and took the chocolate that Ron gave him: "Thank you."

Ron shook his head, took a big bite of chocolate, and said vaguely to Harry, "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Tell you what?" Harry asked back in surprise, confused by his incoherent question.

"The gold coins I gave you back during the World Cup, Leprechaun's gold coins, they are fake, and they will disappear as soon as the time is up." The red-haired boy said with a sullen face, "I thought... I thought... ..."

"I didn't pay attention, it was a mess back then, wasn't it?" Harry patted him on the shoulder, "We're friends, do we still care about these little things?"

"Yeah... small things..." Ron looked blankly at the frozen lake, "That's Galleons, so many Galleons... I didn't even notice the disappearance... the taste of poverty... ..."

"Aren't George and Fred always making novel gadgets to make money? They can do it, and so can you." Triton couldn't help persuading him when he saw his downcast expression.

"But their brains are much more flexible than mine, I can't compare to them..." A light flashed in Ron's eyes, but he soon sighed decadently.

"You are all Weasleys, you are all studying at Hogwarts, you are no worse than them." The little sea merman scratched his sniffing chin and said matter-of-factly. "If it doesn't work, I'll give you a Nixiu on your birthday."

Harry and Hermione burst into laughter remembering Ron's heroic words before.

"I was just joking!" Ron blushed from their laughter, and touched the smooth brown head of Niffler in his arms uncomfortably, "Didn't Hagrid say that Niffler would destroy the vegetable garden at home? If I really brought Xixiu home, my mother would definitely eat me alive."

"But I also want to do something that can earn money. What do you think I can do? Go to work during the summer vacation?"

Hermione was at a loss for words, she usually only read books, and would travel with her parents during holidays, and the income of the dentist was very high, so she didn't have to think about the lack of pocket money at all.

Harry rubbed the back of his head, but there was no sound.He himself has a small inheritance from his parents, and now Sirius will give him pocket money, and he also invested a sum of money to start a film and television company with Triton, which seems to be very prosperous.

"You can start with your own strengths." Triton leaned back on Harry's shoulder to give Ron advice, "If it doesn't work, as you said, go to work during the holidays, not in the wizarding world, isn't there still A Muggle place."

Seeing the emotion on the red-haired boy's face, "native" Hermione naturally gave Ron a detailed introduction to the exchange rate between galleons and pounds, as well as places to work in London.

Harry held the sniffing stove in one hand and wrapped Triton's shoulder in the other, holding him half in his arms, feeling very comfortable, "Do you still do the handicrafts you used to do?"

"Sometimes I do it and sometimes I don't." Triton stroked the drowsy black hair in his arms, Nixiu, and joked in Harry's tone, "Do you want to work too? Selling chocolates? "

"My chocolate is only for you, and no one else can eat it." Harry smiled slightly. "In the future, I will open a chocolate workshop that only welcomes you as a customer."

Triton didn't speak, just rubbed Harry's neck, the corner of his mouth curved into a sweet arc.

small theater:

Triton: Did Severus give it to me?

Professor: Well, I brought you special products.

Triton: (unwrapping) The newest Honeydukes!Did Severus go to the Honeydukes factory?

Professor: No, I went to the old bee's office.

Triton: (sluggish) Chocolate = specialty of the principal's office?

Lao Deng: ~ToT~ My chocolate!

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