After spending more than half a month in France, Harley finally returned to the Dursleys' house with Professor Dumbledore.
(There was originally some new plot planned, but I wasn't feeling well and still had a fever, so I pushed it back.)
"How did you find your trip to France?" Professor Dumbledore asked with a smile as he walked Harley to the Dursleys' front door.
"Did you get anything out of it?"
"Hmm." Harley lowered her head and thought for a moment. "The food in the French Wizarding World is better than the food in the British Wizarding World?"
Dumbledore was taken aback, then gave her a playful wink. "You think so too, do you?
"I've always wanted to send our cooks to France to learn a thing or two, but unfortunately, the School Governors aren't too keen on paying for it."
Harley gave an awkward smile. "Er, that's a shame..."
Dumbledore cut her off. "All right, Harley, I have to go report to the Ministry of Magic.
"I hope you'll take some time to think back over the whole trip. Good food is certainly memorable, but there are plenty of things more important than food, aren't there?"
Then Dumbledore vanished on the spot.
Harley didn't knock right away. Instead, she quickly took out a little pouch containing a few strands of hair.
When she learned that Dumbledore was taking her to France, Harley had sealed away Hermione's hair, redirecting the contract she'd made back to herself.
Now that Professor Dumbledore was gone, what was the point of keeping that contract?
When Harley returned to the Dursleys' house, they were clearly unhappy that she would be staying for another half a month. But there was nothing they could do, so they just had to put up with it.
Besides, the