But after she stood for a while, she found that the house elf had no intention of paying attention to her at all - the elf took a wand and tapped it on the log tables and chairs in the open air, and the tables and chairs grew upwards into tall legs. tables and chairs, and form low and uneven footrests at a height beyond the flowers and grass. Hermione only took a moment to figure out that the high tables and chairs paired with the paths formed by raised wooden stakes turned the entire restaurant into a "high dining room" "suspended" on a sea of flowers.
This solves the problem of flowers and plants in the courtyard and instantly improves the scenery of the restaurant! Think about it - in the sea of flowers blown by the wind, paired with log tables and chairs, rugged tableware and unique food, the light environment is already so beautiful that you will be intoxicated - the person who came up with this idea is simply a genius!
"Hello." There was no accusation, no expulsion, but being left aside by the elf made Hermione feel uncomfortable all over. She could only try to start a conversation with the elf again. "Are you raising these tables and chairs?"
The house elf raised his head, glanced at Hermione, then lowered his head and continued working in silence. But Hermione felt that the look just now was full of contempt! "Are you an idiot? Can't you see what I'm doing?" "Oh, I, I just want to say, this is a great idea." Are you despised by the elf? Miss Know-It-All was so ashamed that she almost wanted to turn around and run away.
But in the end she insisted on saying something, but the little elf continued to work with his head down, showing no intention of communicating with her at all.
Being left alone again, Miss Know-It-All could only spread her hands helplessly. She also noticed at this time how different this house elf was from those she had seen. First of all, this elf will not bow down to the magician, and there is no excitement at all that he would like to die immediately to express his loyalty; secondly, he is wearing a decent children's suit (the elf is very small, and is fully clothed from head to toe, Unlike many house elves who only wear a pillowcase.
Such an elf aroused her curiosity.
"May I meet you? My name is Hermione, Hermione Granger, a third-year student at Hogwarts."
The elf finally stopped what he was doing. His big eyes looked at Hermione blankly, and his eyes were a little cold, which even made Hermione feel a slight sting. But in the end, the elf replied, "My name is Charlie, don't talk to me again!" Then he turned around and walked away.
He had already recognized the curly head in front of him - the one he had directed the basilisk to petrify last year - if he had known she was so wordy, he should have let the basilisk kill her completely!
"Ahem~ Well, I want to ask if the owner here is back... Wait, you are arranging the tables and chairs... Could it be that the Screaming Shack is going to resume business? Oh my God, this is big news! I think Ron and the others must be really looking forward to knowing!" Hermione said to herself, her smart mind allowing her to quickly deduce the rest from the signs in front of her!
Hearing her yelling, Elf Charlie quietly rolled his eyes - yes, he was ready to resume business - as long as I learned how to make that damn pirate meal! I will do all the damn work from now on! Because I'm a damn house elf! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
Although "Charlie" is Voldemort's split soul, he would never dare to let Voldemort know about it! Because if Voldemort knew that his split soul had turned into a lowly elf, in his rage, Charlie would probably be the first to be completely destroyed! It will be Lu Yuan's turn second.
So when he met Hermione and knew that this curly girl was closely related to Harry, he wanted to hide as far away as possible and never wanted to have anything to do with this person.
"etc."
"Hi, beautiful little lady," said a flirtatious voice as the window of the Shrieking Shack was pushed open. "Would you like to have afternoon tea together?"
*****
In the wooden house, a paralyzed man and a vigilant girl sat on opposite sides of the wooden table.
Although the snacks and black tea made by Elaine were placed on the table, and the aroma was fragrant, neither of them moved.
Lu Yuan was convinced that Hermione Granger was the Great Love Lorna, so he kept teasing the girl in front of him with his eyes, as if he was admiring her acting skills - but unfortunately his eyes were exactly the same as those of a pervert - thinking "Act, then Act! Let's see how long you can continue to act."
Hermione, on the other hand, looked at the man opposite her with a serious expression, the vigilance in her eyes almost overflowing! This was the first time she had seen someone who showed such disregard for manners when they first met, and she was very disgusted! Now she regretted her rash acceptance of the invitation and walked into the Shrieking Shack. It can be said that a man like the one across from him who has nothing but a good-looking face is the type she hates the most!
Hermione would not admit that she was dazzled by the first impression and subconsciously agreed to the invitation.
Do you think you can attract people just by having a handsome face? I'm not that kind of girl!
"Thank you for your hospitality. I think it's time for me to take my leave." Hermione's hand was already on the wand. When her mood calmed down a little, she said goodbye calmly and politely. Then she stood up and planned to leave the place where she felt dangerous. But the man seemed not to have heard her words of farewell. Instead, he pointed his cigar at the book in her hand and asked, "Is that "Morte d'Arthur"? You are reading this book by Malory. Do you also like the legend of King Arthur?" "
At another time, erudition would have instantly endeared Hermione to him. But now Hermione's eyes were fixed on his lit cigar - by the way, he was still smoking! Smokers have big yellow teeth! How disgusting! She would never admit that the aroma of burning tobacco was very... good.
"so?"
"Then do you know? King Arthur is actually a girl. Her real name is Artoria (Arthur Pendragon). She was betrayed by the Knights of the Round Table and died. After her death, she became a heroic spirit in the Hall of Valor and can use the identity of Saber. Be summoned." Lu Yuan spread the knowledge about Zhaifu with a serious look on his face.
Hermione's little mouth gradually grew, and her face turned red. "You, you are talking nonsense! You are not allowed to insult King Arthur, he is a great hero in our British legend! I am familiar with the history of our country, especially the Celtic mythology part... King Arthur can never be a woman!"
Fortunately, it's only 1993, and RB's otakus haven't yet become famous all over the world. Otherwise Hermione would have uttered the famous curse, "Steamed goose heart for four days (the dead house is so disgusting!"
"What is this?" Old Lu blew out a smoke ring frivolously, "I have a lot of mysterious knowledge! For example, do you know that you will marry Ron Weasley in the future?"
"I will marry Ron!!!" Hermione screamed and covered her face. How could I possibly marry Ron if Harry was still the same! ? No...if Ginny hadn't suddenly shouted to me one time, "Stay away from my Harry, you bitch!", maybe I wouldn't be interested in Harry either!
"Haha~" Lao Lu smiled proudly, "Are you shocked? In fact, there is a truth you don't know - you are actually a black man! (Aunt Rowling's new brain-twitching work..."
"I... am... a... black... person? Ha! I understand, you are talking nonsense." Hermione finally calmed down, "Sir, I don't know for what purpose you are talking nonsense, but I can tell you clearly that my father is I am Irish, my mother is English, my family’s genealogy is very clear, there is no black blood! Secondly, you just clearly said a racist term!”
"Eh? Why are you talking like that?" Lu Yuan sat up straight. At this time, he realized that this Hermione didn't seem to be Big Nana! Could it be that I made a mistake in judgment? How can it be? I am the man known as "Holmes Conan of China"! No, I need to verify it one last time!
So Lao Lu lowered his voice and whispered to Hermione, "Would you like some ice cream?"
As long as Hermione is Alona, she will never be able to refuse a piece of ice cream!
"...No! Both my parents are dentists!" Little Hermione lowered her head, her body trembling slightly. In a certain British context, "eating ice cream" is actually a hint of a certain oral sex act. Although Hermione accidentally knew this word because of her profound knowledge, she never expected that a man would actually dare to To shamelessly say to her, "Would you like some ice cream?" This is beyond the limit of ordinary harassment!
The angry Hermione pulled out her wand and pointed it hard!
"Scum! Expelliarmus!" (To be continued.)
