Hogwarts: Harley from the Witch Path

Chapter 154 Hermione, why are you here?

Author: Witch Harry

Chapter 154 Hermione ... Why are you here?

The two swimmed for a while, and after playing the beach for a while, they lay on the lounge chair.

At this time, it was three o'clock in the afternoon. The sun was flourishing. Lying under the parasol, drinking ice drinks, can be called enjoyment on earth.

As for the sight around, the magic of the family raising the elf has been transferred away.

Macgapi seems to have forgotten that there have been two mermaids on the beach, and they continue to do their own affairs.

"Ah -!" Harry took a big sip of lemonade, groaning comfortably,

"Sure enough, summer is to enjoy the sun, waves and cold drinks."

"Indeed." Furong took a sip of orange juice, and then pinched the straw to move the ice cubes on the bottom of the cup.

"Well, I really want a glass of agave wine! With ice, salt and lemon juice, absolutely comfortable."

Harry stretched his waist and was in the sunglasses on his face. He glanced at the hibiscus in a bad manner,

"Dear hibiscus, do you want to help me apply sunscreen?"

"Come less," Although I don’t know the sinister intention of a certain old witch, the hibiscus still refuses decisively,

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

"That's okay!" Harry put the lemonade on the small round table between the two, and then tapped the table gently,

"Kaka, help me fill the lemonade, and then send some of the half of fresh lemon, salt, and ice liquid wine with ice!"

Later, Harry took off the sunglasses, picked up the sunscreen bottle standing on the ground, and smiled in his mouth:

"So, dear Miss Dracker. Although you don't want to help me apply sunscreen, my adults don't care about the villain, and don't mind wipe it with my own hands."

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

At the same time, a pair of small hands covered Harry's eyes. Harry felt hot in her ears. "Miss Dear Miss Porter, tell me, do I have this honor?"

The smile on Harry's face was stiff instantly, but she covered the past smoothly.

Her voice became surprising: "Hermione? You are here!"

"Of course I received your letter." Hermian pine started, and sat down at the edge of Harry's lounge chair.

She also faced the messy brown hair, and she had changed her swimsuit, but it was the type of swimsuit of the Muggle school.

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

"Originally, Dad planned to take us to Biyalz. When we received a letter yesterday, we were already on the road.

So I simply don't reply, I want to surprise you. "

Hermione glanced at Harry's dress without a trace, and then compared herself, and was instantly hit.

"What about your uncle and aunt?"

"Parking, we rented a car and booked the hotel in advance."

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

"Hello, my name is Furong Dracul, the sixth grade student of Besbaston." Furong raised the sunglasses, and Chong Hymn smiled.

I don't know what, Hermione's heart is inexplicable and more vigilant.

However, in the case that the two had no reason at all, Hermione only regarded this as his 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 Harry mention your name 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.

Go back and ask your mother what you should take to replenish your health! 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 is a sports idiot and was not good at sports in elementary school.

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

So swimming, a sport like swimming, is really 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 was indeed very happy to teach 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 never thought 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 such as Elixir of Fortune many times.

So he is very wealthy."

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

"Mr. Granger, try the wine. This is the wine provided by 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 the 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." Harley said, taking the initiative to pour another glass for Mr. Granger, and filling herself up 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 belong to the kind of wizard who was born very special, and I am born with many special magics.

Because of my special characteristics, alcohol is of no use to 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 a special magical plant, which is blended 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 drinks it once.

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(Thanks to Jiuwei Yanhu for the tip!)

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As we all know, Batman is extremely smart, has extraordinary wisdom, and has extraordinary fighting skills. But - what does all this have to do with me, a time traveler?

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(End of chapter)