In the afternoon of the same day, a private plane belonging to His Excellency Damon, the owner of Black Light Investment Company, sent Jane Foster and Daisy, who was responsible for taking care of her, to London.

In the VIP room of Heathrow Airport, there was a dedicated person waiting for the two ladies.

"You should be Ms. Jane Foster?"

The visitor was greeted in the VIP room with a tall lady wearing black business outfit and a slim windbreaker, braiding her hair, without makeup but with great temperament.

She is very similar to the noble ladies in British stories, and every move is full of politeness and elegance.

She held Jane's hand and introduced herself:

"My name is Hermione Jane Weasley, and I am the deputy minister of the British Ministry of Magic."

"I was commissioned by an old friend to send you to St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital... Don't worry, Jane, you may doubt the authenticity of the magic, but trust me, you will get the best treatment there."

"No, I don't doubt the existence of magic."

Jane has not recovered from her despair of being pregnant with cancer, but in the face of Hermione's kindness, she tried hard to make herself more polite.

She said to Hermione:

"I have seen many things that are beyond common sense for some special reasons. I'm just the first time I've really come into contact with magic. Oh, by the way, this is Daisy, she's my good friend."

"Yeah, hello, Miss Daisy."

Hermione turned her gaze toward her curiously, as if she was staring at the alien. Her long-standing gaze made Daisy shudder and reminded her of her childhood class teacher.

She didn't even reach out to hold Hermione's hand, which was too rude.

Jane hurriedly bumped into her good friend, and Daisy reacted and hurriedly grabbed Hermione's hand.

Hiss...so cold!

It's like holding a piece of ice.

Is this the legendary witch?

Daisy looked at Hermione curiously, trying to connect Hermione with the witch she imagined.

In her imagination, she put a black wizard hat on Hermione, and her suit was replaced with a magic robe.

Well, after this replacement, this cold Ms. Hermione really felt a little like a witch.

"Let's go, I'll take you to St. Mungo Hospital. This is a bit long, so we..."

"Do you fly over with magic?"

Daisy suddenly said something.

As a result, Hermione's surprise gaze was attracted. The Deputy Minister of Magic took out a bunch of car keys from her handbag, and she said:

"I mean, we drive over... I don't mind sending you with the shapeshift spell, but in Jian's current situation, it's better not to accept too much interference from abnormal energy."

"Well, do the wizards drive, too?"

Daisy asked like a curious baby while pushing up her and Jane's suitcase:

"I thought you were riding a broom or a magic carpet."

“There are indeed some retro wizards who still retain their original commute.”

Hermione seemed not disgusted with these questions. Under the protection of several Aurors, she took Jane and Daisy into her Mercedes-Benz, and while skillfully starting the car, she answered Daisy's curiosity.

She pulled the steering wheel and drove the car into the street, she said:

"But a few years ago, the Ministry of Magic announced some regulations that were in line with the progress of the times. After that, the originally conservative wizards began to engage in modern society... The Weasleys are among the best."

"As for the broom and magic carpet, trust me, Daisy, you won't want to experience it."

Hermione smiled and she said:

"The cold wind brought by the magic carpet when it starts can bring you into a frozen state in a few minutes, and the broom is better, but... don't you think it's too undecent and too stupid to have an adult's legs with a broom between his legs?"

"That's true."

Daisy, who was sitting in the back seat, nodded with consent.

She asked many strange questions again, and Hermione answered them one by one. The scene of the meeting of these three women was pretty good.

One hour later, Jane was admitted to the best ward of St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital, where she will undergo a three-month rest treatment, and Daisy will also accompany her for 3 months.

After settling down Jane and Daisy, Hermione returned to her apartment in London with a spell.

As she walked out of the halo of the shape-shifting spell, two people were already waiting for her in her study full of books.

Merlin's star projection sat on the chair that Hermione often made, holding a book of the latest work of Mr. Gidro Lockhart, a famous European home.

Perhaps because the European magic world has begun to integrate into the times, the new work of this trend-following family is also a bit ahead of the curve.

The name of the book is "One Day Talk with Miss Zhima".

Well, it's too advanced. Has that writer started to move directly from fantasy themes to science fiction?

The glasses girl Icarus stood beside Merlin, looking out from the huge floor-to-ceiling window at the view of the street in front of the apartment.

Because it is a wizard's residence, it is protected by magic, and the images of those streets look a bit distorted.

"That book is actually quite interesting to read."

Hermione said casually, then took off her trench coat and coat and hung it on the hanger.

She stretched her body and plucked her fingers. The coffee machine started automatically. The three cups of coffee were quickly made and placed in front of three people.

"I guess it must be bad in sales."

Merlin put the book in her hand together and smiled and said to Hermione:

"There are too many technological words mixed in this. I guess that one person himself may not understand. Many of them are directly excerpted from search engines... but he is also following the trend."

"yes."

Hermione pulled open the chair and sat in front of Merlin. She held the teacup in a very ladylike manner and said to her brother Merlin:

"Everyone commented on this book was awful, completely losing the charm of Mr. Lockhart, but my father didn't agree with it. He thought it was much better than the old fantasy stories before."

"Haha, I know."

Merlin smiled and knocked on the table, he said:

"Mr. Arthur has always been very interested in Muggle Technology. I heard that he even bought a Taiwan Intelligent Machinery Butler for his family?"

"Yes."

Hermione seemed to remember something interesting, and she smiled and said:

"Molly also had a fight with him because the butler was too diligent and unfamiliar with magic, and always made Molly's kitchen mess."

"I really want to go back to the burial and sit down and chat with old friends."

Merlin leaned on the chair and sighed, saying:

"What a pity, my current identity is so sensitive."

"You'd better get away."

Hermione glanced at Brother Merlin and said:

"A Hell Lord came to London. If this news spreads, the entire European magic world will be in chaos."

“Yo…”

Merlin said seriously:

"Little Hermione began to dislike me...Tsk tsk, alas, I knew that after becoming a noble, no matter how good a girl was, she would start to alienate her poor relatives in the country. Have I caused you trouble? Sir Hermione."

"You caused me a lot of trouble!"

Hermione stood up and walked behind Merlin, and as if it was the past, she reached out to hug Merlin, and she said to Merlin:

"Ron had a fight with me before, he got drunk, and then said that I had always had another person in my heart...(ps: not Merlin!)"

As soon as Hermione finished speaking, Icarus, who was standing by the window, suddenly turned around and stared at Hermione and Merlin. A substantial flame almost popped out of his blue eyes.

"Young man, live a good life."

Merlin was unmoved, shrugged, clapped Hermione's hand, and said:

"Everyone has children, why bother quarreling over these meaningless things?"

"well..."

Hermione sighed too, and she stood up, leaned against the table and said to Merlin:

"I knew you, it would be a few years older..."

The witch glanced at Icarus and she said as if she was provocative:

"If we were at the right age, where would there be anything else about women."

"alright!"

Merlin strengthened his tone and said:

"Little Hermione, my housework is troublesome enough, don't make any trouble... Speaking of which, where is Crook Mountain? Is that fat cat not here?"
To be continued...