[Comprehensive] The Road to Sanctification

During Hermione's night at Hogwarts, she borrowed Harry Potter's Invisibility Cloak, and then brought red wine, and then slowly went to the jungle.

After Hermione entered the dense forest, she took off the invisibility cloak and put it in the magic storage bag, touched the red wine inside again, and then slowly walked towards the familiar road.

Hermione came to the edge of the passage leading to the dense forest again. She walked slowly step by step, and then the dense forest of Hogwarts in her sight became the dense forest of the Elf King. The towering trees blocked the moonlight and the starlight Little by little, it slowly permeated the ground from the gaps in the leaves, and the world of elves began at night. The beautiful and long piano sounds intertwined into heavenly notes entered Hermione's ears, and Hermione stepped into the The world of elves.

Hermione's sudden appearance didn't disturb the dancing of the elves at night. They sang loudly and danced freely, joy always surrounded them.

Hermione saw that Thranduil was still sitting high on his throne, with a delicate silver wine jug beside him, and the aroma of wine wafting from it was intoxicating.

The elves are really the darlings of the heavens. They have the most outstanding appearance, the most enviable height, the unique beautiful voice and various talents. Seeing such outstanding and outstanding elves, Hermione is really envious and jealous.

She slowly walked up to the elf king Thranduil, opened the sides of the wizard's robe, gave Thranduil a standard lady's salute, and said: "My respected friend, I Brought you some fine wine, I hope you like it."

Thranduil's eyes finally returned to normal from the empty state. He looked at Hermione with a trace of imperceptible inquiry, and then the kingly aura that Hermione was familiar with leaked from Thranduil's body little by little. "Miss Hermione Granger, you're here. It seems like you haven't been here for a long time."

Hermione circled around the cheerful elves a few times, and asked again: "Thranduil, why didn't you see Legolas? I also brought him a gift."

"Legolas took the elven guards to patrol today, and you came at a bad time. I'm curious, what kind of good wine did you bring me?"

Thranduil looked at Hermione full of curiosity and inquiry, and Hermione took out all the treasures she brought out from Tony, "These are for you. I kept saying that I would bring you Gifts, but this time there are only these wines, if possible, I will bring some gems you like to give to you in the future."

"The wizard's promise is magical, little witch, remember what you said. Although I don't care about it." Thranduil took the wine Hermione handed him, and looked at this outfit curiously. Glass bottle of wine, "Is this wine opened like this?"

Seeing that Thranduil was about to reach out to pull out the cork on the red wine bottle, Hermione quickly stopped her, "Wait, this kind of wine needs a corkscrew."

Hermione took out a bottle opener from her magic pocket again, "I'll open it for you, and you will open it in the future. I will bring a lot of this wine to you in the future, if you like it If you grow wine."

Although it is not Lafite, there are quite a few good wines in 1982. The wine produced by Chateau Lafleur in Pomerol on the right bank of Bordeaux also has excellent international reputation.Hermione has been to this manor before. Although the area of ​​the vineyards of Raphael Winery is only 45 hectares, the good wine produced by this winery has been collected by her adoptive father Tony Stark. This time Hermione brought Château Lafleur 1945, 1950 and 1982 were sent to Thranduil.

The wines brewed by elves and humans are naturally different. The wines brewed by elves are closer to the natural taste, with a fragrance and sweetness of flesh, while the wines brewed by humans are closer to the stimulation of tongue coating. These two different styles The alcohol swirled on the tip of Thranduil's tongue before sliding down his throat.

"The wine is good, but it tends to be more stimulating."

Thranduil commented on the wine Hermione brought, which made Hermione breathe a sigh of relief. Hermione was afraid that Thranduil would not like the wine she brought. After hearing Thranduil's comment, She smiled slightly and said, "I'll bring you some different kinds of red wine next time, I think you'll like that taste."

"Little witch, go and play by yourself, and join them."

Thranduil took the wine brought by Hermione to his room by the elf guard guarding beside him, and then he also stood up and slowly left the gathering place where the elves danced happily.

Hermione didn't intend to dance with the elves. Seeing this, she also greeted some familiar elves, and then slowly turned and walked towards the entrance of the passage.

When Hermione returned to the Hogwarts Gryffindor common room, the sky had gradually brightened, and a beautiful new day was about to begin.

Hermione returned Harry Potter's invisibility cloak to Harry, and then said to Harry and Ron: "Have you prepared your prom clothes? Dumbledore didn't notify in advance, so all the students had to temporarily I wrote a letter home to ask my family to send clothes, but your clothes are quite fast, mine is a little slow to cross the ocean, I hope Tony didn't forget to send me the dress."

When Harry Potter thought about the issue of prom dresses, he couldn't help but feel a little dizzy: "Speaking of this, I really have no experience at all. I wrote to my godfather, but my godfather has no research on prom dresses in modern society. He wrote back to me and told me not to worry, he would ask Mr. Detective for advice or help him choose.”

"Aha? Your godfather actually asked Sherlock Holmes, whose face is longer than a horse's face, to help you choose a dress. Am I right? Although Sherlock's dressing style is not bad, I don't think he will I am interested in choosing a dress for you. I bet that if there is a murder, the horse-faced detective will definitely forget about it. Maybe after the ball is over, he has not helped you choose a dress. How about That's good, if Tony hasn't sent the dress yet, I'll ask Tony to pick out your dress, of course it's probably not Tony who chose the dress for you, but Jarvis."

Regarding Hermione's proposal, Harry Potter immediately agreed. There is nothing embarrassing or necessary to refuse. After all, his godfather has just integrated into the ordinary world not long ago, so he is not sure about the dresses of the Muggle world. What kind of style is popular, and Hermione is super right, that Mr. Detective will really do what Hermione said, so it is more reassuring to leave it to Hermione.

Ron was also troubled by this: "I said that all your dresses have been solved, and my problem is bigger. My mother also chose her dress from that year for me. I don't want to wear women's dresses at all. The first few days I don't even want to wear my brother's dress, which is a big headache. I don't want to wear a dress, but my mother is crazy about it, and I want to show her in a girl's dress."

Hermione imagined Ron wearing his mother's gown, and couldn't help laughing: "Come on Ron, I think Auntie must be joking with you, anyway, preparing for Harry is also preparing, and one more set of yours It's not a big deal, Jarvis will figure it out anyway. Believe me, Tony won't choose it himself, he must be standing in his underground research room, holding some research tools to Jarvis Say Jarvis, you go and order a dress."

Jarvis, as an intelligent [-]/[-] AI, wanted to jump up and clap a few times after hearing Hermione's words. His caring and magnetic voice penetrated the Gryffindor public Lounge, "Yes, miss, sir will definitely order me so."

Thinking of the scene she just said, Hermione couldn't help but feel a little real. She really knew Tony Stark too well, and she didn't know if Tony was obediently drinking milk at home, so she asked again: "Jarvis, you Do you help me supervise Tony drinking milk?"

"Miss, you know, my husband always doesn't listen to me, and every time he disrupts his plans, he is really a willful gentleman." Jarvis's complaint was full of helplessness, even though he was just an ai, but He also has all kinds of human emotions.

"Well, I knew I couldn't count on you."

While chatting with Jarvis, Hermione said to Harry and Ron, "Let's go, it's time to have breakfast, guys."

As soon as Hermione walked into the restaurant, she heard the noise in the restaurant, and Draco Malfoy's voice was the loudest——

The reporter of the Daily Prophet is so boring that he didn't even write the name correctly, but maybe that stupid red-haired lion in Gryffindor doesn't know about this, it's ridiculous!

Well, Ron would be pissed at anyone making fun of the Weasleys' red hair as a joke, especially since it was the haughty and annoying Dracomar of Slytherin who was referring to his family's red hair now. Fu, Ron's smell of gunpowder was immediately ignited, "Malfoy, what are you talking about!"

"What did you say? It said your father was in the newspaper, but they didn't write your father's name correctly. If you don't believe me, read it yourself."

Draco Malfoy threw the Daily Prophet at Ron, and Ron grabbed it and spread it out fiercely, and then saw the news page that Malfoy said.

Ron was trembling with anger when he saw the false report of the Daily Prophet, and Harry Potter held Ron's shoulder beside him: "Don't be angry with Ron, you know that Malfoy talks like that, and the Daily Prophet always It’s unreliable, and there’s nothing to be angry about.”

Hermione glanced at the Daily Prophet and said, "There's really nothing to be angry about. My dad is always on the newspaper, although the page is either on the financial page or the entertainment page. He even slept through the Playboy cover girl for a year. Come on, because of this, it even made the headlines on the entertainment page and was ridiculed by everyone."

Ron didn't feel that Hermione's consolation was a kind of consolation at all. Instead, he felt like crying without tears, but he still felt angry, not because of Malfoy's words, but because the Daily Prophet was too much. Oh, I didn't even write the name right!