Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Eat, eat, eat! You know how to eat!" Hermione reached out and clenched her fist to give Ron a gentle hammer. "It's transparent and bottled in a crystal bottle. It still has a slight fragrance when you drink it. This is Baffo's potion, made by sixteen Invented by Ms. Buffer, the famous female pharmacist of the century, it is an advanced tranquilizer that allows people to imagine things that make them happy."

"Read more books Ron." Hermione complained again.

"It doesn't matter whether you study or not. I'm a little hungry now and just want to eat something." Ron said, touching his stomach.

"You ate so much at lunch? Aren't you full yet?" Hermione looked at her watch, "It's been less than two hours since our last lunch. Are you hungry yet?"

"Hahahaha, little brother Ron really has a big appetite." Fleur Delacour joked in a thick retroflex voice, then looked up at the sun——

"It's still early now. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley should be wandering elsewhere. How about it? Little brothers and sisters, would you like me to take you to visit the alleys of Paris? The old city located in the north of Paris , there are many novel Muggle gadgets there, as well as Muggle desserts."

"Okay!" Ron was the first to agree.

"Okay." Although Hermione was still a little depressed about losing the Sorcerer's Stone, this was the time when she needed to go shopping to relieve her bad mood, especially since Hermione had never been to the alleys in the north of Paris. "Then let's go to the Alley? What do you think? Harry?"

"I have no objection." Harry shrugged -

He didn't know if the Balfour potion just had an effect. Harry felt that his previous worries and preoccupations were totally unreasonable. With Tiera always paying attention to him and tracking Voldemort, what else could Harry have to worry about? Woolen cloth?

"Then hold me tight." Fleur Delacour stretched out her arms and smiled at Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"I thought you were in wartime, and you were not allowed to use magic outside the Ministry of Magic." Hermione said, but her hand still firmly grasped Fleur Delacour's arm. Harry and Ron Enze grabbed the other one.

"Well," Fleur Delacour smiled slyly, "Thanks to Totierra, the French Ministry of Magic is in chaos right now, and we don't have much energy to take care of this."

As soon as Furong finished speaking, the four of them twisted and disappeared in place——

The next moment they appeared on the streets of the old town in northern Paris.

Although it is already afternoon, the market in the entire old city has just entered its most lively time.

The sunlight penetrated the slightly curved stone streets and narrow alleys, and the mixed ancient buildings and modern buildings set off each other, adding a bit of mystery and ancient charm to the market they arrived at.

As the four of them walked through the alley, they were immediately surrounded by sounds and smells.

The vendors shouted, trying to sell their goods to tourists, ranging from brightly colored cloths, antique silverware to all kinds of strange gadgets——

Of course, there is also the indispensable fortune-telling stall dressed up by jeep villagers.

Ron was very interested in the dazzling array of food, and was especially attracted by a stall selling floral candies——

The sweet and floral aroma of the candy almost made him want to taste it.

Hermione paid more attention to some stalls with ancient books and maps. She squatted in front of the stalls and looked at each book carefully, but she soon lost interest.

Because most of those books are about so-called occultism and witchcraft. You can tell at a glance that they were printed by a modern printing house and were deliberately aged. Only a small part of them recorded records from the 1970s and 1980s in the last century. Travel essays, novels and diaries from the 1900s.

Hermione was particularly interested in these changes.

Harry was much more casual and interested in everything. He was attracted to a handicraft stall for a while, and squatted on the ground with Hermione to read old books.

Soon, Harry noticed that Fleur was particularly interested in the exquisite box displayed by the seller, so he also stepped forward to watch curiously.

"This is really exquisite." Fleur praised the crystallization of human industry.

"Do you want to buy it for Bill?" Hermione was also attracted and asked.

"Ah yes." A rare blush appeared on Fleur Delacour's face, just like the sunset before sunset.

"I want to use it to put our wedding rings." Fleur said, playing with it again and again, taking out a few euros from her pocket and handing them to the vendor.

Just as Harry, Fleur and Hermione were surrounding the vendor asking for details about the wedding, Ron finally found the stall he was most interested in——

There was a food cart, and the owner seemed to be of Turkish descent. The cart he was pushing had two thick skewers of barbecued meat on it, and they were sizzling with oil in the electric oven.

"Look!" Ron pointed at the stall with his finger, a look of anticipation on his face.

"Ron, you are always attracted to food so easily." Hermione curled her lips helplessly, but in the end she followed his lead with a smile.

Harry and Fleur followed suit, and Ron took out his few euros and bought a Turkish kebab.

The roasted meat was sandwiched inside the hollowed-out bread, and the oil seeping out soaked the bread, making the food in Ron's hand even sweeter.

"Originally, I wanted to take you to a croissant shop on the corner, but..." Fleur Delacour shrugged helplessly, "This one is also very unique. You can eat it if you want."

Harry followed Ron and bought a copy, while Hermione stood unmoved next to Fleur.

"Why don't you go? Don't you like barbecue?" Fleur Delacour asked curiously.

"I have to stay in shape." Hermione shook her hair, "I don't want to wear this baggy sportswear to your wedding."

"Hahahaha." Fleur Delacour couldn't help but pursed her lips and laughed, "You little girls. Hahahaha."

Before you know it, the sun slowly sets in the west, the crowds in the street gradually thin out, and the shops begin to prepare to close their stalls.

After shopping around, Hermione bought a few old books. She was not going to read them, but the covers of these old books were very well made. Hermione planned to remove the covers and replace them with other books in her collection.

Of course, Ron bought food. In addition to buying some food, he also packed some desserts for his parents, brothers and sisters, which were wrapped in wax paper by the calloused hands of the baker on the street. .

And Harry——

Then he fell in love with a handicraft composed of irregular red crystals. Half of the crystals were buried in the iron-gray rock base, and the other half was exposed.

Then carved on the rock base: The Wishing Stone.

I don't know why, but Harry couldn't put it down despite it being such a simple little handicraft.

Hermione looked at her watch and reminded everyone: "It seems it's time to go have dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley."

"I hope you still have room for dinner tonight." Hermione glanced sideways at Harry and Ron, who had finished their turkey kebab and dessert.

"I think we can still find a little place." Ron patted his belly and tried to comfort himself.

"You always find room for food, Ron," Harry joked with a smile.

They had no intention of using magic, but instead strolled leisurely along the streets like a bunch of Muggles, taking a deep breath of the fresh Parisian evening air.

On both sides of the streets, neon lights began to flash, and in the alleys, restaurants and cafes emitted charming fragrances and the sound of music.

I wish everyone a happy Spring Festival. Instead of watching the Spring Festival Gala, it is better to read novels