It's an honor to be part of the cast fiction, writing is a blissful thing, and I love all of you. 【kiss】
Again: I tried to write in German and failed, there were too many sentences that I couldn't express.
Well, the story begins:
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The September wind blows from the Baltic Sea to England, and the new school year is just around the corner.
This will be Hermione Granger's 6th year at Hogwarts. Time flies so fast, I think of the fact that when she first entered school, she was still a girl with freckles on her face and a little shyness. The girl is now 17 years old, her brown curls are more fluffy and her height has been raised.
"Boom, boom," a scoundrel pecked at the window glass, reminding her. Hermione opened the window, and it flew in gracefully, like a gentleman? Oh no, Hermione had never seen it, and she untied the sheepskin envelope, perhaps the professor's.
To Hermione Granger
It was an elegant font she had never seen before, gosh, it was Draco Malfoy!
Hermione quickly calmed down, and she carefully cut it open with a silver letter knife, "If I'm not mistaken, it's something like a yelling letter." She muttered.
Merlin's beard turned out to be an ordinary letter in the envelope. Hermione frowned and unfolded the letter.
Granger I hate (yes, his sarcastic brushstrokes):
I don't know how to write this letter, it's a waste of my ink for a mud species like you. Come to the Borgin-Burke shop before school starts, I don't want to hear your refusal, in fact, I want you to go. If you're afraid to go into Tipping Alley, take what I've attached to the envelope. Don't miss that feast. Don't write me back, I don't want to hear your answer, you just go, my dear mud seed.
His vicious brushstrokes! Looking at the black words, it was like seeing him sneering contemptuously, and she was eager to punch him like a fourth grader.
Hermione yelled at the transparent Malfoy, "you, do you think anyone cares about your broken bloodline?" "
She didn't think anything good was happening when he was inviting her to. Oh, the thing attached to the letter:
Moonstone necklace
Fuck this stuff isn't going to be a black magic product.
After some examination, Hermione found nothing, and she was not too relieved to hold the necklace in her hand, which was fine, at least it would not be fatal.
The question now is, go or not.
Tricky question to tell Harry? Forget it, he'll be worried.
A villain drilled out "Are you still not Gryffindor?" No courage at all? "
Another villain retorted to him, "You fool, what if there is danger?" "
Oh my God, can't you go?
She used one of the most hated subjects for the first time,
divination
Like a disgusting old witch. Hey, what's that?
"About your life"
"You can get anything you want."
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Good luck with my German studies
see you at the University of Frankfurt!
Give me a hug.