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Until the seventeenth of August, I did my howork for the sumr at a very calm and quiet pace, did my assignnts from the regular school, and took my exams according to its program. I renewed my closet in terms of regular clothes, renewed my stock of various stationery and other supplies. On the sixteenth of August, I went to Diagon Alley and bought a middle-class magic tent, with all the furniture and other furnishings. I could have got one at Grimmauld, but the Black crest is all over it, which is out of place for now. Because I was anywhere but ho all the ti, Hermione couldn't get through to and simply wrote a letter with so public owl - the girl wanted to invite for a stroll down Diagon Alley, but in the end, the ti was lost, and she upgraded her closet herself. The reason for this is simple - I told her that the seats were right next to the ministerial box, so she thought that jeans and sweatshirts were practical, of course, but she needed more strictly feminine wizard-style clothing. What she bought, of course, is interesting, but...
On the morning of the seventeenth of August, the "check-in" day began in the parking lot at the stadium for the Quidditch World Cup finals. I stood in my new costu at the entrance to the Fortescue Cafe. A bag on one shoulder, a folded tent behind the other. It was still very early, but the weather was clear, a little chilly. The magical street was still waking up. Suddenly, from the aisle in the Leaky Cauldron, a familiar fluffy head of hair appeared, gathered in an uncomplicated but neat and cute hairstyle.
"Max!" shouted Hermione loudly and cheerfully, imdiately embarrassed by her impulse, and with a quick, easy step, she ran up to , giving a hug. "I'm so glad to see you."
Hermione was slightly tanned, looking healthy and happy. Behind her shoulder was a feminine version of my bag, a black one. The girl chose to wear a wide black skirt just below her knees, a white turtleneck I already knew, and a fitted robe, obviously French.
"And I have sothing to tell you, Fluffy."
"You're incorrigible," she tapped my chest lightly with a smile. "How have you grown again in a month? What are you eating?"
"Grew up? I didn't even notice."
"Seriously?! The heel is small, of course, but I'm only up to your eye level again, as if on a flat sole."
Hermione clearly showed with her hand the difference in our height.
"And who will be the chaperone? Where is he?"
"She."
"She?" suspecting of all earthly sins, her gaze fell on . Albeit feigned, but still.
"Should show up now."
A clang of apparation nearby announced soone's arrival, and turning around at the sound, I saw Lady Greengrass. Another austere gown, only this ti black and blue. And the robe, of course.
"Mr. Knight," the lady nodded slightly with a smile.
"Lady Greengrass, you are beautiful as always."
"Thank you."
"I hasten to introduce you, Miss Hermione Granger," I pointed my hand in Hermione's direction, and she gave a very dignified curtsy.
"It's a pleasure to et the most talented witch of my generation."
"Nice to et you too, Lady Greengrass."
"Well, children," Delphine moved from officiousness to more or less friendly communication. "Ready to go?"
"Yes," we answered at the sa ti.
"A beautiful unanimity. It is customary to go there by the portal, but I already know the place. Let's apparate."
"Triple apparation?" Hermione wondered, and with good reason. Even a double apparation is very difficult to accomplish, let alone a triple one.
"If you only knew what she is capable of ..." I remarked quietly, but of course, everyone heard.
"If you say anything superfluous, dear apprentice, I'll swap your arms and legs and pretend that it was like that."
"Understood."
Delphine held out her hands to us.
"Take my hands and hold on."
A brief mont of discomfort, and there we were, standing almost at the top of the hill, with the forest behind us.
"Hermione? Is everything okay?"
"I'm not sure..." the girl looked very sick. "It feels like all the organs are jumbled up in random order."
"It's only the first ti, young miss," Delphine smiled and beckoned us to the top of the hill. So off we went one step at a ti, side by side.
"So, Lady Greengrass is "Beautiful as always,"" Hermione muttered. "And Hermione is Fluffy."
Delphine laughed softly and quietly, thereby embarrassing Hermione, clearly not recovered from her apparation.
"Look at it from a different angle, Mione. Soone gets a standard complint, and soone gets a personal one."
Hermione glanced at Delphine and smiled sohow predatorily.
"You could have stayed silent. Now I can only sympathize with you."
Looking toward Lady Greengrass, I saw a similar predatory smile. It was the kind of smile I'd been chased through the woods with, driven into the ground. Without sympathy or regret.
"Standard complint, huh?"
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