Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Please, Hermione, don't spoil the fun at this time." Ron curled his lips impatiently, "We've already finished the exam, let's think about something good, think about our journey, think about us A wonderful summer vacation!”

"Oh you, you are so serious." Hermione shook her head helplessly and said nothing more.

Because Hermione was looking forward to her upcoming trip around Europe.

They were walking in the corridors of Hogwarts and saw other students leaving the examination room one after another. Dappled sunlight shone on the corridors through the shade of trees.

They were walking in the corridors of Hogwarts and saw other students leaving the examination room one after another. Dappled sunlight shone on the corridors through the shade of trees. The semester is coming to an end and there is an atmosphere of joy and excitement throughout the school. Ron walked briskly and chatted with Hermione enthusiastically about the upcoming journey.

"Tell me, which city should we go to first?" Ron asked curiously.

He had already learned from his parents, his brother, and Tiera about their upcoming summer vacation plans.

"I should go to Paris, France first." Hermione replied with a smile.

"Paris! Paris! There are the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, and a lot of delicious French bread. I heard that the scenery there is very beautiful." Ron's eyes were shining with yearning. It was obvious that he was secretly secretly Did a lot of homework.

"Yes, Paris is a city full of art and romance. We can visit the Louvre and appreciate the greatest works of art in the world. We can also walk along the Seine River and feel the charm of Paris, or climb the Eiffel Tower and feel The cool evening breeze from high up." Hermione nodded in praise and said, "But you have also forgotten the most important thing about Paris, France!"

"What?" Ron asked.

"Nicholas Flamel! Nico Flamel!" Hermione suddenly raised her notebook and patted Ron's shoulder gently, "Have you spent most of the alchemy theory class in vain?"

"Nicolème is in Paris?" Harry interrupted at the right moment and asked.

"Of course," Hermione said.

"I thought he had been invited to England by Tiera a long time ago."

"Tiera has this idea, but Mr. Nicolème doesn't seem to want to move." Hermione answered.

"Why?" Harry asked in confusion, "Isn't Tiera planning to establish a global wizarding alliance? Why not persuade this legendary master of alchemy?"

"Who knows, maybe Mr. Nicoléme thinks he is too old and doesn't want to leave his homeland." Hermione shrugged, "So..."

Hermione suddenly lowered her voice and said.

"We have another hidden mission this time." Hermione said softly.

"Hidden mission?" Ron and Harry looked at Hermione in confusion.

"The Philosopher's Stone," Hermione whispered.

"Magic -" Ron almost shouted out, but Hermione, who had quick eyes and quick hands, covered his mouth -

"Shhhhhhh!" Hermione scolded sternly, and then pulled Harry and Ron to the shade of a deserted tree.

"What's going on, Hermione?" Harry asked anxiously after checking that no one was around, "What's going on with the Philosopher's Stone?"

For some reason, when Harry heard the word "Philosopher's Stone", his nerves suddenly seemed to jump.