The weather was lovely today. There wasn't a cloud anywhere above or around the floating city, making it a perfect day for going out and enjoying the view.
Of course, it was just as perfect a day for watching the competition.
However, unlike everyone else, Hermione hadn't headed for the enormous arena outside the city first thing in the morning. Instead, she walked briskly along one of the city's streets, following the avenue blanketed with red maple leaves toward the food street not far away.
Hermione had heard that the Stormstout Restaurant on the food street in Silvermoon City—the one that had originally been destroyed by a fire—had finally finished renovations and reopened today.
Of course, Hermione wasn't going there to show her support. She was going to find someone.
Or rather...
"Fish him out" might have been a more accurate way to put it?
"Harry?"
"Are you in there?"
After asking around and taking a few detours, Hermione finally found Harry working in the kitchen of the Stormstout Restaurant, using magic to wash dishes.
As one might expect, saddled with a heavy debt, Harry now had to handle all the restaurant's dishwashing by himself, working hard to pay off a debt that might take him thirty years to clear. He'd started enjoying the wonderful life of working from nine in the morning until nine at night, seven days a week.
And perhaps because Harry was such a workaholic, the owner had gone ahead and fired every other dishwasher?
At any rate, Hermione didn't see any other workers here, just that lone figure waving his wand.
"Harry!"
"Thank goodness, I finally found you."
"Good news!"
"I've got some good news!"
After finding him, Hermione told him excitedly.
She'd made a fortune rescuing Ireena last night, and planned to use some