After some discussion, Wizet's group decided to find a nearby restaurant and focus their efforts on figuring out where to explore.
Having been left with a good impression by their passenger flight, everyone—including Sirius and the Longbottoms—no longer wanted to explore wizarding ruins. They were more interested in trying fresh new things from the Muggle world.
Given the situation, Fleur Delacour truly did find a restaurant nearby. She led Wizet and the others down a cobblestone road before stopping at a corner.
The restaurant was small, wedged between an art gallery and a secondhand bookstore. Its windows looked dusty and dim, though the warm yellow glow within could vaguely be seen.
Ron shuddered. "Oh... I have a bad feeling about this."
For once, George and Fred did not crack jokes. Instead, they nodded unusually solemnly in support of Ron's words.
Seeing that Ginny also looked uneasy, Luna could not suppress her curiosity. "Ginny, what's wrong with you all?"
"Not long ago..." Ginny's voice was somewhat weak. "We ate out once, at a Muggle restaurant too..."
"It looked about the same from outside, and then the food those Muggles brought out... Have Muggles always eaten so badly?"
"You can't imagine it..." Ron said in a low voice, seemingly fighting back the urge to vomit. "There was a dish called jellied eels..."
"The taste was horrifying! Worse than any potion! In that moment... I even saw things from my childhood—like that spider I used to hold in my arms!"
"Er..." Harry stood beside Ginny and rubbed his nose. "It was actually all right..."
"That's true," Hermione agreed. "Mainly because the food at Hogwarts and the meals Mrs. Weasley makes are better."
Fleur Delacour glanced at Ron, Fred, and George. "This is France!"
"Please do not judge French restaurants by what you have