Chapter 672： On the importance of being cheeky

In the early morning, the weather was clear, the curtains were lightly blown by the breeze, and the sun penetrated into the room through the gaps and sprinkled on the face of the sleeping girl. For a moment, Isabel opened his eyes in a daze, raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight, turned his head to look at the sleeping big boy beside him, blinked, secretly stretched out his hands, and gently pulled Ai Burt's sleeping face.

Obviously she's still under adulthood, but her style and style are so mature, that is, when she is falling asleep, that innocent and cute sleeping face will make the girl feel that she is older than the other party.

From the confession to the determination of the relationship between the male and female friends, and then the two began dating and falling in love, it has obviously been several years, and now they have even begun to talk about marriage. However, Albert is still under adulthood, and it feels incredible to think about it. What is even more absurd is that he has actually agreed to the other party's marriage proposal.

Albert moved slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

The eyes of the two crossed at close range.

Isobel was startled, and backed away in a panic, sitting on the bed looking at the boy who had just sat up.

"Good morning!"

Albert rubbed his eyes, stretched lazily, turned his head to look at Isobel next to him, and said softly: "If you are not satisfied, even in the morning I..."

Before he finished speaking, the pillow hit his face, making him shut his mouth.

"It's time to get up. I overslept today. I blame you." Isobel got off the bed and began to pick up the clothes littered last night, then pulled out a beige dress from the suitcase and covered it with Albert. On his head, he was obviously dissatisfied with the guy who had been staring at him.

"I've seen it all."

Albert curled his mouth, stretched out his clothes, put on his nightdress at Isabel, and after taking the change of clothes to the bathroom, he also got up from the bed and began to put on his clothes.

When they got up in the morning, it was very late. The Le Mays left breakfast for the two of them: fried eggs, milk, croissants, and a cup of fragrant black tea.

"You can go around today. There are many fascinating places in France. Since you are here, don't miss it." Mrs. Perenal said with a smile: "Besides, staying at home and learning things is easy to get tired."

When leaving Le May's house, Isabel's cheeks were red, and he glared at Albert, muttering softly, "They noticed!"

"In the beginning, when we lived in the same room, they guessed it." Albert looked at his a little angry girlfriend, and felt that the other party's face was still not thick enough. Maybe it was because of the relationship with someone else's home. Sure enough, he should be in his own home. Let go.

I really don't know how passionate French people can find a place at will.

Is it more exciting to do that?

"You've tried your best to take advantage of me." Isobel was depressed to find that he had accidentally caught Albert's trap.

"What do you think of me like this?"

"The French are more enthusiastic than you think, they won't care." Albert softly comforted.

"My cheek is not as thick as yours." Isobel stretched out a hand to pull Albert's cheek in annoyance, as if intending to see how thick his cheek was.

"If the skin is not thick enough, how can we get beautiful girls." Albert was not annoyed, smiled and soothed, "Well, don't be angry, it's rare that we should walk around in a foreign wizarding village, we are considered to be Come on vacation."

However, at the end of this remark, the confidence is a little lacking.

During this period of time, Albert has been devoting his energy to learning, and he has no time to take Isabel around to play.

"I've already forgotten that we are actually here on vacation?" Isabel was also a little depressed, and this time was even more tiring than attending school.

"Well, I'm wrong."

As he said, Albert took out a small bag of French magic currency from his pocket, put it on Isabel’s palm, and said with a smile: "Today I will accompany you to go shopping, and I will go to the wizarding street in France and buy some things. , It’s a celebration that we won the jackpot."

"You are generous and don't treat money as money."

Isobel couldn't help but roll his eyes, put the money bag back into Albert's pocket, and asked, "Isn't it said that the money can't be exchanged for the currency of the magic world? Where do you get the money from, over there? given?"

"Of course I made it myself. My Uncle Charlie in the Muggle World took my plan and opened a milk tea shop. He would give me a share every year. Although it's not a lot, the money is enough."

Albert took some pounds in exchange for Galleons. The wizards still need Muggle currency after all, but fairies usually don't need much foreign exchange. This stuff is good enough.

As for the bag of French gold coins in his pocket, it was actually his prize for winning the International Wizarding Flag Champion a while back.

"Well, you are great."

The two held hands and walked along the streets of Nikolai Village.

This is different from Hogsmeade Village. The village is very clean, and the streets are paved with bricks and stones, which are not as narrow as the previous streets. The only problem is that there are no shops here, most of them are residents, only magic grocery stores and taverns.

Oh, yes, there is also the old home of the Le Mays.

Inside the old house are some stone carvings and clay tablets, some ancient experimental instruments, parchment, notes or some old books.

In short, it looks a bit like a museum.

The stall at the door sells all kinds of surroundings related to the Philosopher's Stone, and even formulas for the elixir of life have been worked out.

The middle-aged uncle saw that the two of them were strange, so he secretly told them in a low voice, saying that it was the Nicos and his wife that they lived in Nikolai Village in seclusion.

As for where to live, naturally no one knows.

Albert wanted to laugh a little when he heard it, he knew it was the other party's routine.

"That man is full of lies." Isobel couldn't help saying after he walked out a hundred meters.

"I know, there is no shortage of this kind of guy anywhere." Albert doesn't care either. I have seen this kind of thing a lot in my previous life.

After strolling around the village of Nicolas, the two went through the fireplace near the square to the Wizarding Street in Paris.

It is more suitable for dating or shopping.

Albert came to France and had to buy some souvenirs for his family.

The Witcher Street in Paris is similar to Diagon Alley in London, but it is cleaner and tidy than Diagon Alley. The street is very spacious and paved with bricks. The shops on both sides not only hang signs, but also display some sundries. , As if telling customers what kind of shop this is.

"It's so lively here!"

Isabel looked at the surrounding shops curiously.

The closest thing to them is a shop selling crucibles, and there is a bookstore farther away, and the bookstore seems to be carrying out signing activities.

It was probably halfway through the summer vacation, and most of the students came to Wizard Street to purchase.

The two of them just looked outside the bookstore and didn't go in line. The signing was a handsome wizard, which reminded him of Lockhart who was still being treated at the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries.

Isabel was not interested in these, and took Albert to visit the clothing store, so they went directly to the out-of-the-box clothing store. There were already customers in the store, and they were young sisters.

After the opponent turned around, Albert recognized who the opponent was at a glance.

Pretty girls with Veeva descent are always impressive.

"It's been a long time, Miss Delacour?" Albert greeted him politely.

"Oh, hello." Furong's tone was stiff, and she glanced over Albert, re-evaluated the red-haired woman next to him, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

This woman is more beautiful than last time.

"Hello, Mr. Champion." Gabriel remembered who this man was, and greeted Albert a little shyly.

"I prefer you to call my brother."

Albert took out the candy he bought not long ago from his pocket, knelt down and corrected him, "I'm still very young, and it's weird to be called Mr.".

"Okay, Mr. Champion." Gabriel said with a smile, taking the candy.

"champion?"

The store manager Abel looked up and down Albert when he heard the words, and couldn't remember who this person was for a while, but felt that the other person looked a little familiar.

"We should go now, Gabriel." Fleur said, nodding towards Abel, and took her sister's hand to leave.

"Sister, can I go to Cousin Louise's shop?" Gabriel pleaded.

"Oh, of course, we can go and cheer for her, otherwise Louise would be too pitiful."

"What kind of champion are you?" the store manager asked curiously.

"That's just a joke." Albert changed the subject and asked, "Can you show me that hat?"

"Oh, okay." The store manager was immediately distracted, and took a beret-like hat from the shelf.

"I think this hat goes well with you, and it looks good with a skirt." Albert smiled and put the hat on Isabel's head and nodded in satisfaction.

Isabel raised her eyebrows slightly, she has no habit of wearing a hat.

However, she probably guessed that Albert wanted to buy a hat for his sister as a gift, so she helped choose the hat.

"I think girls would like this style more, it suits Niya. And you forgot to buy it for yourself." Isabel picked Albert a men's hat with ease.

Finally, when they left the dress shop, Albert took three parcels, Nia's hat, Isabel's skirt, and a slightly larger gown.

"What do you buy a dress for?" Isabel asked puzzledly.

"It will come in handy in the sixth grade." Albert sighed slightly and said regretfully, "Unfortunately, you have already graduated by then, and I will have to find another partner by then."

"Are you still afraid that you won't find a partner?" Isabel said gruffly.

"By the way, you can pretend to be Katrina and join the school to participate in the Christmas ball. Anyway, your sisters look alike and no one will recognize it."

"Did you predict something again?" Isabel asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Uh, a very lively Christmas ball."

With that, the two turned into a cold drink shop and found that the boss here was actually an acquaintance.

"Loise, I didn't expect to meet you here." Albert looked at Miss Veeva in front of him in surprise.

"No, I opened this store." Louise asked with a smile, "What do you want?"

"Two strawberry ice creams." Albert said to Louise after looking at Isabel, "Why would you want to open a cold drink shop?"

"I didn't think about what to do for a while, so I found something for myself." Louise brought two large glasses of strawberry ice cream to the two of them, and then she said next to Albert, "You come to France. I didn't tell me, I can be your tour guide for a few days."

"No, thank you." Isabel said calmly. "We are here to find Albert's teacher and invite him to be our witness."

"Witness?" Louise asked dumbfounded. "You are getting married, isn't it right? I remember Albert is still a young man?"

"No, we are just getting engaged first." Isabel took a mouthful of ice cream and explained calmly, "We have to wait until we get married."

"By the way, do you have a newspaper here?" Albert quickly changed the subject. He felt that he might die if he continued to talk.

"Congratulations." Louise said tentatively.

"Thank you." Albert said, taking over the newspaper.

Louise walked away quite annoyed. She didn't believe it. Neither of them had a ring on their hands. Isabel was obviously lying.

Isabel raised his head and looked at Louise who was walking away, then looked at Albert, who was flipping through the newspaper, and said softly, "You are really welcome."

"You know, I actually don't want to." Albert changed the subject again, "Look over here."

In a certain section of the newspaper, Albert saw members of the International Wizarding Federation criticizing Fudge for notifying the Muggle Prime Minister of Black’s escape.

"Black escaped from prison." Albert handed the newspaper to Isabel.

"So, your prediction came true again?" Isabel raised his eyebrows. "No one has ever escaped from Azkaban Prison. It is not a good thing to have such a precedent."

"Don't worry, it's not a big problem." Albert softly comforted.

"You seem to predict a lot of things?" Isabel held Albert's face with both hands and rubbed it vigorously. "Always mysterious."

"Black's goal should be Potter?" Albert took a scoop of ice cream and stretched it out in front of Isabel. "There is something weird about everything that has something to do with Harry Potter, something that I don't understand. Just put it on Potter."

"..." Isabel Oh, it really is you. "

A voice suddenly sounded from outside.

The two turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw Hertok walking towards this side.

"Mr. Hertok, why are you here?" Albert looked at the acquaintance who sat across from them with a bit of surprise.

"I came to France for some things. When I first passed by, I felt familiar and came in to take a look." Hertok suddenly said again, "By the way, do you want to join the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association."

"Isn't it that ungraded wizards can't join?" Albert asked suspiciously.

"It used to be true, but the conditions for membership have changed a while ago. As long as you are invited by members of the association and pass the admission assessment, you can become a member of the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association." Hertok said with a smile, "Okay, come with me Right!"

The two looked at each other, and after greeted Louise, they went to the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association with Hertok.