Chapter 3017: A Letter to Harry and Ron
"..."
It was the morning of Hermione's third day as a guest at Annie's home.
She was sitting at a beautiful desk made of finely carved mahogany. It looked as if it had been lifted straight from an old fairy tale, with an exceptionally beautiful, grand design and lines that were pleasing to the eye.
Of course, that wasn't important!
What mattered now was that Hermione had spread a delicate sheet of parchment with a faint fragrance across the desk. Beside it sat a bottle of magical ink that shimmered gold and a beautiful quill.
They said it was a phoenix feather, which was why it gleamed with a soft golden-red sheen in the sunlight. Did every stroke of writing made with it contain magic?
The wall beside her desk was set with a huge glass window, offering an unobstructed view of the dazzling island scenery in the distance.
Unknown vines curled around the balcony, and flowers of every color bloomed in a riot of beauty. They made her room and balcony look like a scene from a fairy tale. With the distant sea meeting the blue sky, the view was so lovely that Hermione, sitting in her chair, couldn't help feeling enchanted.
Honestly, Hermione wanted to live here forever, but unfortunately, she couldn't!
After all, she was only a guest Annie had invited...
"Hmm..."
"What should I write?"
Hermione let out a breath and picked up the beautiful quill. Her brows furrowed slightly as she pondered, excitement and pride shining in her eyes, along with a hint of longing she could barely conceal.
Clearly!
Though the holidays had only just begun, she was already starting to miss her studies and life at Hogwarts, along with her classmates—the good, the bad, and