[HP] I'm hanging out at Hogwarts

Chapter 115 A Journey to France

Everyone says that France is a romantic country, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, hugging and kissing with the person you love most under the Eiffel Tower in Paris, or smelling lavender, thyme, and pine wood in the lavender field in Provence Aroma, you can forget all the troubles.

What would have been a wonderful trip, but with old nemesis Eric...

The train in the country was running very slowly, and you could enjoy the surrounding scenery along the way. They boarded the train in the early morning, and it was just seven o'clock in the morning.The overnight journey from China to France has made them sleepy.

Now that Voldemort's influence has extended to the Asian region that he has never touched before, Anne suspects that it was also Petrov's idea.After all, the previous Voldemort's attention was only on Europe.

The Ministry of Magic in the Asian region itself was established relatively late, with an incomplete system, and is the easiest to invade. However, it is extremely difficult to control the entire Asian region.

Not to mention that the various magical organizations in China are not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic at all. Most of the wizards in China and the surrounding Southeast Asian regions are individual forces operating alone, and the Ministry of Magic has no ability to convene together.

Besides, we Chinese wizards are all strong!Will surrender to a bald head?

As long as there is still a chopstick at home, we wizards in Greater China can still play.

As soon as the chopsticks are sucked, life and death are unpredictable.

Of course...what kind of cattail fan...fly swatter...enamel cup...There is nothing impossible to do, and Chinese wizards can use it as their magic medium.

If it doesn’t work, there’s still qigong!

Therefore, in China, never underestimate any old man who is fanning cattail fans in the shade at the door.

Most of the wizards in Japan, after the collapse of the Edo shogunate system, were originally co-existing with the Japanese Muggle government for mutual benefit. After the Meiji Restoration, the Japanese Muggle government ordered the definition of Japanese onmyoji as "evil cults". Since then, Japanese wizards have also Started a life of hiding myself.

The gossip is that some Japanese wizards have switched to drawing manga, and they can liver a lot of manuscripts in a day.And wizards in Turkey also began to switch to selling ice cream.

However, I heard that many years ago, there was also a Japanese wizard in Hogwarts, who seemed to be named Tu Mimon.

Annie never thought that there are so many wizards in the world, not just in Europe, every country and every region has wizards living there.

And the knowledge of these international wizards was all told in "History of Magic", but she never listened carefully before.

Annie looked at Eric who was sleeping soundly beside him, her golden hair was messily pasted on her forehead, and her pale eyelashes were trembling slightly.She leaned lazily to one side, her pale red lips parted slightly.

Actually... he's not that annoying when he's not talking.

This child is good in everything, but he owes a little.

Annie seemed to have forgotten when she hated him.

It may be because he has been fighting with himself since he was a child, but whatever she has, he will do whatever it takes to grab it.Afterwards, he always deceived everyone with an innocent face, and then proudly showed off in front of her.

But in the depths of memory, Eric was not like this when he was a child.

He was the most obedient and sensible boy when he was a child, no matter what Anne asked him to do, he would do it.He is a very good brother.

But when did he start changing?She doesn't remember much.

Ever since she came to this world, her childhood life seemed no different from that of an ordinary child. However, a soul from a foreign country would never be able to readily accept and play the role of this "child" when she came here.For Eric, the way she treats him is more like growing up companionship.

Eric, who was sleeping soundly beside him, suddenly frowned, shaking his head slightly, panting slightly, he probably had a nightmare.

"Hey... what's the matter with you?" Annie played tricks on Eric.

There was a reddish mark on Eric's forehead, but he didn't wake up from the dream.

"Don't...you are not allowed to go..." He murmured, and suddenly woke up with tears in his eyes.

The blue-green eyes were covered with mist, like a deep pool.

"Yo...you still have nightmares?" Annie poked his arm mockingly.

After waking up from that dream, Eric was in a daze for a long time as if he had lost his soul.Look at Anne again for a while.

"I was dreaming." Eric supported his head, and the sun was shining brightly outside the train window. "That's not a very good dream."

"What's it about? Your little Amy dumped you?" Seeing his sad look, Annie felt that only "Amy" could make him so sad.

"No, she died." He said silently, "in a fire."

"...All of this is just a dream, it's all your assumptions, besides... there is no wizard who will be burned to death..." When Anne said this, she remembered Crabbe's final ending, and immediately shut her mouth sensibly.

"I don't know if it's a dream," Eric said. "The last thing I saw in the crystal ball in Professor Trelawney's Divination exam...was a fire."

"But without her, right? So don't worry, she's fine. Dreams are always the opposite." Annie comforted him.

"Did you take the wrong medicine today? Why do I feel like you don't look like you anymore?"

Sure enough Eric was back in his normal mode.

In fact, he was terribly scared... He was very afraid that all this would become a reality in the future.

This is not the first time he has had this dream.

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After getting off the train, they came to the most famous scenic spot in Provence. There were people coming and going on the street. The buildings here were not very tall, and they had exterior walls made of earth-red turned heads.There are also many small vendors selling lavender.

"Hey, sir, buy a bunch of flowers for your wife?" said a little flower girl.

"Hey, sir, buy a bouquet of flowers for your wife?" Annie repeated the little girl's words to Eric in a strange way.

"Annie Panik, you don't do anything with people..." Eric shook his head helplessly. "She's not me..."

"Ah! Sir, you must have quarreled with your wife, right? This bouquet of flowers is just right for an apology!" The little girl held up a bouquet of flowers again.

"Hmm... an apology is just right!" Annie repeated in a higher voice.

"Annie Panick, don't go too far..." Eric looked at Annie with a smug smile, "Are you a repeater?"

"Oh...why is this person like this?"

"It's just...why are you still being cruel to your wife? The little girl is so pitiful..."

Annie also cooperated with the voices of passers-by to pretend to be wronged.

.........

How did he, Eric Gardner, become such a person in other people's mouths?

He stared nervously around, feeling as if everyone around him was talking about him.He suddenly saw a corner of the opposite flower shop and had an idea in his mind.

"Don't you want flowers? I'll just buy them for you..." He smiled slightly, and Annie felt that something was wrong.

.........

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"Who told you to buy me a wreath!"

"Don't you want flowers? There are all kinds of flowers here, take them, this is my "love" for my wife!"

"I think you deserve a beating!"

Eric - pawn

The lavender in August has only entered the second sowing growth stage, so it is not a coincidence that I did not see a large number of lavender, but the lavender products harvested in July are already on the market.

"It's a pity... I couldn't see the lavender in full bloom." Annie said, carrying her luggage to the hotel. This is a very dilapidated hotel, decorated with reddish-brown wooden panels, with an elegant shape on the top. Orchid lanterns are hanging.

This is an inn where wizards live, and you can check in with a magic wand.

"The two are from the UK? Do you have a temporary travel visa from the French Ministry of Magic?" the clerk asked.

Annie fumbled in her pocket and took out two small tokens that looked like coins.

"The two are..."

"Two rooms! Don't look!" said Anne.

Damn... young couples are still arguing these days... It seems that I have to help them.

"Provence is a very good place, you should also know the folk songs about Provence?"

"It's not so much that lavender is a large piece of purple that blooms in the field, and the fragrance floating in the air, it is better to say that it is something in memory.

When you are separated from your lover, you can hide a sprig of lavender in your lover's book. When you get together next time, look at the color of lavender and smell the fragrance of lavender, and you will know how much your lover loves you. "

The clerk smiled and looked at Anne and Eric.

Anne and Eric glanced at each other after listening.

Clerk's inner os: Sure enough...romantic poetry can always arouse people's inner love.

Annie and Eric showed each other disgusted expressions.

"Please keep my room far away from his (her)!" They looked at each other in surprise after they finished speaking.

"You still despise me?" They said at the same time.

"Look... there is still a tacit understanding!"

"Who has a tacit understanding with him?" Annie angrily took her room card and went upstairs.

"Don't be nervous, she has a problem here." Eric pointed to his head.

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Annie came to her room, settled her luggage, and took out her diary.

Tom Riddle has not appeared for a long time, but she is more worried about whether Voldemort can monitor her every move through this diary... She is very afraid that she brought the Soul Eater invasion in China.

"Riddle, are you there?"

She asked the diary softly, and a faint ink stain appeared on the diary,

"Want to chat?"