This Black Dog Seems to Have Heatstroke
Biarritz,
Nestled between the Pyrenees and the rugged coastline, it is the most luxurious and largest resort destination on the France Atlantic Ocean coast, boasting a uniquely pleasant climate.
Originally just a small fishing village, it became a famous summer resort after Napoleon III visited in 1854. The United Kingdom royal family also visited, and it developed into a holiday residence for royalty and high-ranking officials.
From a certain perspective, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call this place the France Beidaihe, as it's a favorite leisure spot for political figures.
As dusk fell, a silver Chevrolet sped along the coastal road in Biarritz.
Iris is driving.
As an experienced driver, his driving skills were always very steady. Roy, wearing sunglasses, sat in the passenger seat, silently watching his good buddy drift endlessly.
It felt like playing a free version of GTA5.
Stimulate!
William and Hermione sat in the back row.
They flew in from Paris, were picked up by two people, and are now heading to their hotel.
However, after getting into the car, William and Hermione sensed a slightly strange atmosphere, so they quickly huddled together and started discussing their summer homework with great enthusiasm.
It gives the impression that all they've done in Paris these past few days is study hard and strive for excellence!
They were indeed learning... learning how to evade the Ministry of Magic's wanted list and save Paris.
In just ten minutes, Hermione had already brought up her History of Magic paper for the third time.
Professor Binns assigned a topic on the medieval practice of witchcraft.
Hermione reviewed the manuscript for a week, revising it three times and adding and deleting it five times. Now she has a new inspiration and is preparing to include Notre-Dame de Paris in the story.
She wants to explain the profound historical significance of Arya's destruction of Notre-Dame de Paris from the perspective of History of Magic.
After all, it was a Catholicism parish, the Paris stronghold where witches were burned.
That was one small step for Arya, but one giant leap for the witches.
Hermione's paper is well-reasoned, incorporates current events, and with William's review, its quality is absolutely sufficient for publication in a journal.
However, at this juncture, it feels a bit like someone would risk everything for a France wizard, even their life, and might be seen as an extreme anti-French element.
As for William's summer homework, he finished it a long time ago.
They even sent the "answer key" to Lee Jordan, waiting for him to sell it during the summer vacation.
Yes, William and his team had already discontinued the answer key business and sold it to Lee at a friendly price.
The reason is simple: it's small-scale, high-risk, and doesn't make money.
At least, Akali's Mystery Shop has passed its initial stage; with the current sales volume, there is absolutely no need for this business.
Therefore, after deliberation by the six-member "board of directors," it was decided to cut this business.
This is normal. When a company grows big, it wants to clean up its image and resolutely distance itself from those shady industries it used to be in!
We must clearly define the boundaries.
The professors had long discovered that someone was secretly selling the answers, and with Professor Snape's covert operation, they successfully shut down several of these small operations.
As the industry leader with an absolute monopoly, Akali's Mystery Shop has always placed great importance on secrecy.
They consistently adhere to the "referral program" and follow the Hogsmeade delivery philosophy, maintaining their "owl-based payment" business.
So for three years, it has never been discovered.
However, as William's personal secretary and assistant, Hermione handled most of William's affairs.
She astutely noticed that William consistently received a mysterious monthly income. Furthermore, his assignments were often submitted in duplicate...
William and his companions quickly stopped the business, otherwise they would most likely be killed by the righteous Hermione.
Roy and Iris kept glancing back through the rearview mirror, engrossed in their conversation, and Roy couldn't find an opportunity to interject.
Roy gave Iris a look, and he immediately understood. On the empty coastal highway, he screeched to a halt on the side of the road.
Roy and Iris sat there silently, watching the two "perform".
William and Hermione felt uneasy under their gazes and had no choice but to shut up.
Roy cleared his throat and said, "You two... don't you have anything to explain?"
"What?" William asked, feigning ignorance.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, her expression perfectly timed with confusion. "What happened?"
"What's going on?!" Roy shouted. "You two, come and translate for me, what does ' The Chosen One of Paris' mean?"
"Haha, we were just helping out at the Ministry of Magic," William mumbled.
"You get Medal of Valor?" Iris said. "Is that really a good thing?"
"Dad, how did you know?" Hermione tried her best to make a cute face, hoping to get away with it.
"Do you think none of us read newspapers?!" Iris said sternly.
"You guys know French too...?"
"French?" Roy got angry just hearing that.
"We almost got scammed because we don't understand French. We only found out about you two from the Daily Prophet."
William and Hermione immediately shut up.
"Ugh, I told you not to go to Hogwarts... Teachers die there every year, and it's incredibly dangerous," Roy complained.
"Ah, right! This." Hermione seemed to remember something and hurriedly took a large box from the Safety Watch.
Roy took it and opened it; inside lay two gold medals.
The medal is identical to the Ministry of Magic's emblem, featuring the iconic elements of the France tricolor, hat badge, and Phrygian hat.
Iris and Roy each took one and admired it with great delight.
The two whispered excitedly to each other for a while, and finally agreed that it was much uglier than the Order of Merlin.
"You two had better be prepared," Roy said, looking at William. "Your mother, Lyanna, is very angry."
"What's wrong? Did she say anything?" William asked cautiously.
Roy teased, "You've got guts! Go ask him yourself when you see him!"
William sighed, looking somewhat troubled.
When Lyanna left, she told him to take good care of Hermione. Now that he'd caused such a big stir in Paris, wouldn't she send him to her lab to be an anatomical model?
Lyanna's Christmas wish last year was to dissect a wizard.
She really wanted to find out what the difference was between wizards and Muggle, and whether they had organs that could generate magic.
Give her a sufficient number of wizards, and perhaps she can truly discover why magic only blossoms among a select few!
As a professor at Cambridge, Lyanna is just that hardcore.
We arrived at the hotel quickly, the Sophie Erizmir Martaras Hotel, only 300 meters from the beach, and also the best hotel in Biarritz.
After getting out of the car, William walked towards the hotel with a wry smile, while Hermione was quite happy. After all, no one would blame her.
She was just a (pretending) innocent and naive good kid who had been led astray by William.
That's right, despite breaking school rules, being wanted in Paris, and joining William in a prison break at the Ministry of Magic... she's still considered a good kid by everyone.
A man sped ahead, and Anne, the younger sister, leading a Dahei, rushed into William's arms.
After a while of acting cute, she put on a stern face and lectured Hermione in a condescending tone, saying that she had corrupted William!
Hermione was so angry her nose almost twisted.
Anne also needs to examine Hermione to see if she is injured.
William squinted at the black dog, which was as thin as a rib.
Where did Anne pick up the stray dog?!
Hey, look at this black dog, it looks like it has heatstroke, maybe... hehehe!
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