Moment 7: Education

Hermione was in Greece. In the Library of Athens, buried by stacks of parchment, she was doing what she did best- research.

Translating Ancient Greek was not enjoyable.

".Then the harpy was released by Great Zeus torment evil-doers." Harpies. The more she read about them, the more she wanted them.

Then she heard a footstep behind her and she spun soundlessly.

A man stood there, heavily cloaked. "You have been enquiring about harpies. You are a witch."

"Yes. And you are?"

He ignored the invitation to introduce himself.

"Come with me. I know where you can get one."