Fried Banana Pancakes
The tail of summer is getting shorter and shorter, and the weather is getting more comfortable as September approaches. The wizards in London's Diagon Alley are also wearing fashionable long-sleeved wizard robes.
In the newly opened ice cream shop on the corner, there are still a large group of children and parents who are greedy for coolness, all holding their own big cups of mulberry-flavored shaved ice, sitting and chatting under the open umbrella.
Hermione didn't really want to eat shaved ice or ice cream. She squatted by the wooden railing outside the Flourish and Blotts and began to sort out a large stack of books, a newly purchased notebook, and two bundles of medicinal Houttuynia cordata.
She didn't hold the heavy "Pharmaceutical Encyclopedia" firmly, and other things in her arms fell to the ground at once.
She sighed, her long messy hair lowered her head, and she was about to pick up the book.
Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly found a man standing nearby. He is tall and wears simple black short sleeves.
His eyelids moved.
The man stared at the books on the ground, and soon raised his long and narrow peach eyes, and met her sight. Then laughed immediately, "Hermione?"
The voice is slack and nice.
Why did he change his hairstyle again?
Hermione remembered his and George's hair falling almost to their shoulders at the World Cup just a few days earlier.
But now his hair is much simpler, the dazzling red hair curled up playfully from the ears in a slightly beautiful arc.
She's only been home for two days.
"Hi, Hermione." Fred stretched his hands out of his jeans pockets, bent down and picked up everything easily from the ground, and stood up, "May I help you?"
"Hi, Fred. Well thank you." She straightened her school robe and stood up.
George also suddenly came out from nowhere, "So impatient to start school? You even put on your school robes so early, Hermione."
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"You two dressed like Muggles without Mrs. Weasley's permission again?"
"Mom is buying extra cuttlefish for Ron because of our persuasion," said George rather proudly.
"We have something nice to show you."
"Risked our lives to protect it from our mother."
"Come and see the effect is absolutely……ah—" George, who was wearing a bright orange hoodie, suddenly yelled, with an exaggerated expression on his face.
"Jumping candy, for extreme facial expressions. How's that for a little surprise?" Fred said, looking at George proudly.
Hermione frowned seriously, "Have you confirmed the side effects?"
"I just tried it on myself last night, so I dare to let you test it." Fred smiled and rubbed the hair on his forehead.
Hermione took the two brothers and sat down at the outdoor table next to them, "I can test it for you, but you have to promise me one condition."
"Absolutely no problem." The two brothers looked at each other and smiled. Fred leaned forward and said in a low and bewitching voice, "I'll do anything for you, Miss Granger."
"Well you don't need to……" Hermione's beautiful eyebrows frowned, "I mean, I will pass the safety of any products you sell in the future." She looked away from those frivolous smiling eyes.
Hermione Granger, a hard-working and serious Hogwarts Gryffindor fourth-year student, never imagined that she would one day 'assist' in such pranks.
It seems that the one who is close to ink is black.
"...If you don't want to eat something cold," Fred propped up his freshly shaved chin with one hand, and played briskly on the table with the other slender hand, "How about some fried banana pancakes, Miss Granger? Today's drink is Merlin's version of hot cocoa."