"Eat, eat, eat! All you ever think about is eating!" Hermione lightly punched Ron with her fist. "It was transparent, bottled in a crystal vial, and it had a faint fragrance when we drank it. That was Baffo Potion, an advanced calming draught invented by the famous sixteenth-century witch potion-maker, Ms. Baffo. It lets you imagine things that make you happy."
"Read more books, Ron," Hermione complained again.
"Whether I read or not isn't important. I'm a little hungry right now. I just want something to eat." Ron rubbed his stomach.
"You ate so much at lunch. You're not full yet?" Hermione checked her watch. "It hasn't even been two hours since lunch, and you're hungry already?"
"Hahahaha, little Ron certainly has quite an appetite." Fleur Delacour teased him in her thickly rolled accent, then looked up at the sun—
"It's still early. Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley are probably wandering around somewhere else. So, little brothers and sisters, how about I take you around Paris's Alley Market? It's in the old district north of Paris. There are lots of interesting Muggle trinkets there, and Muggle sweets too."
"Sure!" Ron was the first to agree.
"That works." Hermione was still somewhat upset about losing the Philosopher's Stone, but this was exactly the time for a stroll to lift her spirits. Besides, she had never visited the Alley Market in northern Paris before. "Then let's go to the Alley Market. What do you think, Harry?"
"I don't mind." Harry shrugged—
Perhaps the Baffo Potion had finally taken effect. Harry felt that all his earlier worries and troubled thoughts had been completely unnecessary. With Tierra constantly watching over him and tracking Voldemort, what else did Harry have to worry about?
"Then hold on to me." Fleur Delacour held out both arms and