As if waking from a great dream.
Harry and Hermione, seated outside the café, suddenly came back to their senses and looked around in confusion.
Harry lowered his head slightly. A ring sat perfectly on the middle finger of his right hand.
"Hermione, Ti..." Harry raised his head, about to ask something.
"Shh!" Hermione interrupted him.
"Didn't he say not to disturb him unless it was important? Don't distract him!" Hermione said.
"Oh, oh, oh." Harry picked up a cup of coffee, trying to hide his embarrassment.
Harry gently blew on the steam rising from the coffee, careful not to burn his mouth.
Hermione took a travel guide that looked as though it had been read many times from her bag. Her eyes scanned the words on the pages intently.
"Ah..." Hermione suddenly sighed as she read.
"Stop pretending. You haven't taken in a single word, have you?" Harry had long since finished the coffee in his hand, as well as the dessert on his plate. He looked at the passersby, then finally at Hermione, and realized she had not even turned a page. So he asked.
"Yes." Hermione simply slapped the book down on the coffee table.
"That Ti is awful, always stopping halfway through what he says!" Hermione viciously picked up her coffee, blew on it, and drained it in one gulp. "He always likes speaking in riddles, always refuses to tell us the whole plan, insists on making us guess, and then ends up running us in circles."
"What should we do, then?" Harry asked. "Ti won't tell us anything."
"What should we do?" Hermione glared at Harry as well, her frustration spilling over. "What else can we do? We do as he says. It's not as if we can refuse, is it?"
"Ah, all right," Harry