Chapter 6： london holiday

Yuri still chased after him.

He waved the flowers in his hands excitedly, "Who are you? Is this magic?"

Tom just smiled at him.

Yuri's breathing became short, and his keen intuition told him that this was the most important and unmissable opportunity in his life. He had the urge to put all the money in his body into Tom, but Tom refused. Now, he only took the 25 pounds he gave Yuri.

"I owe you what I owe you." Tom waved his hand and left.

Yuri watched the boy's back gradually fade away, sat down on the ground and smoked a cigarette.

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Standing in front of the open window, Hermione looked at the familiar and intimate garden, feeling the breath of green grass in the garden coming in from the window. She can't believe it to this day: The day before yesterday, a cat turned human before her eyes and told her that she had been accepted into a school of witchcraft and wizardry called Hogwarts. This is more bizarre than a fairy tale!

She stood by the window, holding a furry tiger doll in her arms. She looked very calm. If it wasn't for the slight trembling of her arms, everyone would think that this was the eldest lady looking at the scenery.

She was a little nervous, because her future was uncertain, because she was about to leave her parents and go to a strange world to study and live. Her life was completely disrupted by this inexplicable school! Originally, according to the arrangement of the Grangers, little Hermione should go to a prestigious medical school when she grows up. After graduation, she will either become a decent doctor or go home to inherit the clinic. Suddenly, a Hogwarts is born. , tell her with facts: Students who don't want to be wizards are not good dentists?

Hermione pondered while looking at the neatly trimmed raspberries, the neat paths, the bushes with her mother's favorite flowers, and the sights that would have brought her so much fun were only boring to her.

Looking at the bushes, a figure suddenly flashed in her mind: I wonder if that person has received an admission letter...

Hermione took an unfinished mystery novel, left the bedroom, changed her slippers to sandals at the door of the house, and walked straight out of the garden. She plans to go to her newfound "secret base" to relax.

It is said to be a secret base, but it is actually a pond. Since it is connected to a small river, and the environmental protection has been done well in the past few decades, the water is very clean. The pond is surrounded by green trees, which is a good place to cool off in summer.

She turned into a tree-lined path. Below the path was a pond. Around the pond, there were dense willow bushes, and the weeping willows swayed in the wind.

Hermione was about to find a shady bench to sit down and read a book, but suddenly she saw a fishing rod rising from the bank of the pond below, so she stopped.

She walked near the fishing rod and gently pushed aside the branches of the willow bush with her hands, and a familiar figure appeared in front of her. She recognized the boy named Tom.

Tom was sitting on a small wooden pier with his trouser legs rolled up, with a broken jar beside him. He was so absorbed in fishing that he didn't even notice Hermione's approach.

"Can you still catch fish here?" Hermione asked curiously. The sudden voice made Tom almost drop the fishing rod in his hand. He glanced angrily at the source of the sound.

He saw Hermione standing on the bank with a book in her hand. She was wearing a beige top and light shorts, a pair of white stockings wrapped tightly around her shapely calves, brown sandals on her feet, and her brown hair was loosely tied into a ponytail.

Tom's anger subsided quite a bit. At this time, the fish float on the water suddenly fluctuated a few times, making a circle of ripples on the water.

Hermione exclaimed from behind Tom, "Bite the hook! Fish, hooked—"

Tom was in a hurry. For some reason, his movements were a little stiff, but in the end he didn't lose the chain at the critical moment. He managed to catch a fish the size of a palm.

The fish is yellow-brown, with three spines standing on its back and along its cheeks.

"What kind of fish is this?" Hermione asked curiously, looking at the fish struggling on the hook.

"Yellow Spicy Ding." Tom carefully took the fish off the hook and prepared to put it into the bucket.

"Can I touch it?" Hermione looked very happy, although she didn't know what "yellow diced" was, but it didn't prevent her from being very excited.

She stretched out her hand to take the fish, but underestimated the fish's determination to resist. then-

"Be careful!"

"what!"

Huang Lading was just a thorn from a salted fish, and it stabbed Hermione's index finger. Tom quickly controlled the fish and threw it into the bucket, and pulled Hermione's hand to check the injury.

Fortunately, the stab was not very deep, but Hermione still frowned in pain. It wasn't that Hermione was squeamish, but because Huang Lading's thorns had a kind of venom, which would bring piercing pain after being stabbed, and the wound would swell and itch after a while.

Tom looked at the wound with a solemn expression. Hermione was so terrified by his expression that she couldn't help squinting her eyes and asked, "Is it all right? It's just a small hole, and there's not even a few drops of blood... Ah!"

Just when she was distracted, Tom squeezed the hole on Hermione's index finger and squeezed out a few drops of dirty blood.

"The thorns of Huang Lading are poisonous, you may have suffered it today - but there are two ways to detoxify..."

"What should I do?" Hermione was taken aback by the word poison.

"Piss on the wound..."

"No!" Hermione's eyes widened. She felt that Tom was playing a prank.

"...Applying the mucus of the yellow-bone fish to the wound can also relieve the pain."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief after the second sentence. Although the sticky mucus looked disgusting, it was better than urine! There is no harm if there is no comparison. Hermione quickly took some mucilage of Huang Lading and smeared it on her fingers. I don't know if it was a psychological effect.

"After all, you're living in the water. When you get home, you should use iodine or something to clean up the wound." After treating Hermione's wound, Tom instructed seriously.

"Okay!" Hermione nodded, and then asked again as if remembering something:

"Have you received your acceptance letter from Hogwarts?"

"I got it, have you been to Diagon Alley?"

"Not yet. Professor McGonagall gave us the address of Diagon Alley. Dad plans to take me there in two days." Hermione smiled when she learned that the boy in front of her was also going to Hogwarts. I felt a burst of peace of mind: there was a sudden warmth in the cold magical world.

Tom looked at her and realized that Professor McGonagall didn't take her to Diagon Alley, and it seems that not every freshman has the honor of being a faculty member.

"I'm afraid it's going to be troublesome," he muttered in his heart. "The whole family is Muggle, but trying to get to Diagon Alley is a difficult journey."

Thinking of this, he raised his head and looked at Hermione: "If you don't mind, I can take you to Diagon Alley, I've been there once."

"Really? That's great!" Hermione laughed happily, and her giggles drifted down the river.

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