"Bonjour."
"Bon-zhu."
"No, it's bon-jour."
"Hehehe."
Time passed quickly. Hermione, who had returned to Hogwarts to take her second-year final exams, was now on the train. Hannah and the others were in the compartment with her. The girls, who had only kept in touch through letters for an entire term, were pestering Hermione to teach them french.
Calling it studying would be an overstatement—it was more like fooling around. Hannah had her mouth stuffed with the candy Hermione had brought back from Paris, and she was still cuddling and sniffing her cat. She simply could not pronounce anything properly and could only giggle.
Although Luna in the corner of the compartment was a first-year, Ravenclaw did not seat students by year anyway. There were only so many of them, after all. Playing with her necklace, she stared blankly ahead and said, "A Muggle study has shown that childhood and adolescence are the easiest stages for mastering foreign languages. As long as one is placed in the proper language environment, they can quickly learn to speak a foreign language, though that does not include reading and writing."
Seeing that Luna was still the same after half a year apart, Hermione, who had already learned about Luna's family situation from Professor Wilson, affectionately took her little hand and placed a tiny "candy yo-yo" in it.
This was also one of the inventions from France. Once this candy, attached to a string, was put into one's mouth, there was no need to lick it. It would spin on its own across the tongue.
"I'm more or less the same," Hermione replied modestly. If asked what virtue she had learned at Beauxbatons, her greatest gain would have been "modesty in the style associated with France." She pointed at Luna's mouth, signaling for her to