It was the weekend again, and Mia and her friends had gathered once more.
In an office building in central London, Hermione sat in her tutoring class, completely unable to focus. Every half minute, her eyes flicked toward the clock on the wall. This was something the old, fiercely competitive Hermione Granger would never have done, especially since she had personally asked her parents to enroll her in this tutoring class. There was only one reason: more interesting magic was waiting for her.
Over the past few weeks, through spending time with Harry and the others, Hermione had gradually come to understand the magical world hidden beneath the real one. She had never visited places like the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts, or Diagon Alley, but merely hearing Mia and Ron describe them had filled her with longing for the Wizarding World.
Between learning magic and studying advanced mathematics, which was more interesting? The answer went without saying.
When class finally ended, Hermione—who normally loved keeping teachers behind with questions—became the first to grab her bag and dash out of the classroom. Time waited for no one. Her teammates were still waiting outside.
She sprinted downstairs in one breath and arrived on the gloomy, chilly street. Through the window, Hermione immediately spotted Mia, Harry, and the others sitting in the little pub across the street.
"Sorry for the wait."
Jogging into the pub, Hermione went over and sat beside Mia. The moment Ron, seated across from her, saw Hermione, he immediately grumbled irritably.
"Didn't your class end at 11:15? It's nearly noon already."
Hermione was treating everyone to lunch today, so no one had ordered before she arrived. The main reason was that Mia had given her a Wizarding World textbook last week to study at her leisure. To repay Mia