Hans was asking Hermione for advice while holding an ancient book, and Ada sat quietly watching. Hermione met Hans in the church for several days in a row. She didn't expect that this child was quite talented in learning.
Chat with yourself often.
"Of course you can. People who travel all over the world will definitely know a few languages. For a person like me who has rich experience and knowledge, these things will not be difficult for me."
"But sister, you don't look that big either!"
"Thank you for your compliment. In fact, I am not old anymore. Let me translate it for you."
Then Hermione briefly told Hans the content of the book, which was the story of a tribal prince who united the surrounding tribes to resist the invaders. As expected, children all yearned for these heroic legends.
"Outsiders are constantly encroaching on the indigenous people's land, and are constantly clearing out too many indigenous people. The indigenous tribes are fighting on their own and are not opponents at all. The heir of a tribe stood up and united the surrounding tribes to start a resistance.
intruder.
"Later, they won successive victories and once attacked the core colonial city of the invaders. Due to various internal and external reasons, they ultimately failed, but they also retained their own land for their tribe.
Hermione had probably finished talking about the contents of the book. Unfortunately, the private land was just an explicit statement, and the shadow government behind it was the new colonizer.
"Sister, are those intruders talking about us from the Northern Continent?"
"Yes, this must have happened for a long time! If you fall behind, you will be beaten. Moreover, they are not united and have too many flaws."
Hans obviously didn't quite understand what he said. He was stunned for a moment when Hermione said it. Adele next to him couldn't understand either.
"Sister, can I ask you to be my tutor?"
"How could you think of this? I am not a sister that ordinary people can afford, and I don't know what I can teach you."
"I will convince my mother. Our family should be able to afford it. Sister, you can teach me various languages and translations."
"Then convince your mother first, and then talk to me!"
Mrs. Dermot walked out of the back door. After a few days of treatment here, she felt more energetic than before. She briefly said hello to Hermione, exchanged a few words, and then took Hans back.
Samantha, who was behind, glanced at Hermione nonchalantly, and then continued to receive the next person with a smile. The whole process seemed completely normal.
'Does it smell like Intis? What does this person want to do?' Hermione didn't pay much attention to it. Should she go back? Or go shopping elsewhere? How to solve her most serious problem at the moment?
Hermione left the bench and said goodbye to Father Gerhardt. Let's write a letter and talk about it first! Being confused like this is not the answer.
At No. 36 Wood Street, several people chatting on the sofa felt an eerie chill. Royce and Voss immediately entered a fighting state and looked at the sky vigilantly. A letter fell, and the chill disappeared.
Glore held Eliza and Yvonne in his arms. It was clear that the cold winter had not come yet, and the windows were well closed. Mrs. Vopel asked Aga to take them back to the room to get dressed.
The puzzle about the envelope went to the second floor.
"A very powerful spirit just appeared here, did you see what it looked like?"
Royce caught the envelope without opening it and asked Diego next to him. He was a psychic and should be able to see clearly.
"I just saw a ball of red and then it disappeared. Look what was written inside the envelope."
Royce opened it and looked at it, and Voppel also watched together. Only when his daughter was not present, the old couple returned to their youthful days. Diego was here like a transparent person.
"It's a letter from Hermione. It seems like she's fine. It's great.
"Hermione is currently on the coast over at Fenerport. She doesn't know if she's used to the lifestyle, but she didn't even tell me, and she just wrote to me now.
Diego didn't pay much attention to the couple who were discussing on different lines in front of him. He took the letter and read it, with a relaxed expression on his face.
"I didn't expect that she had such a powerful messenger. She didn't tell us before. This guy made us worry in vain."
"This summoning method is hers at first glance. It is not as unique as anyone else. She is friendly first and then surrenders. I guess she has tricked people a lot in the past."
"Since you have nothing to do, just write to Hermione and ask her to come back as soon as possible! By the way, I will bring you some beautiful sets of traditional women's costumes from the Feneport Plateau. Maybe there will be some inspiration for the design!"
The three of them each said their own things and planned to write back to ask. This guy with a messenger and a distinguished name actually made everyone worry about them for so long, and the matter couldn't end without an explanation. (Hermione: My memory is messed up.
Tuan, I only remembered this recently, you have wrongly blamed me.)
On the morning of the next day, before the sun had dispersed the night, Diego set off directly to find Voss and the others. Was the maid Aga, who had just woken up, still wondering why the matter was so urgent? She made a very good impression on everyone during her short-term employment.
, let her continue to stay here.
"I knew she wouldn't be that simple."
Voss also felt at ease. He heard that there was a messenger at his disposal, and he quickly asked about the recent situation. During the afternoon pick-up, he informed Celia, who was being picked up, that she also jumped around happily, saying that there had indeed been research recently.
Share it with Hermione and quickly ask for the messenger’s contact information. (Red: A good attitude determines the life of an evil spirit.)
When Hermione woke up, she found that she was covered with a bunch of envelopes. The envelopes were arranged into curse words and slang words. It seemed that Hong was too angry and dared not speak out. She touched her face and saw that this guy had indeed drawn graffiti. Really.
Just like a child, when will he become as mature as himself?
Hermione went to the basin to clean her face, then sat back at the table and read everyone's letters. Unexpectedly, everyone was quite enthusiastic. When she saw Celia, she learned that she was going to do a strange ritual.
Quickly remind her not to trust a word the Hidden Sage says. If correct knowledge is malicious, it will be a disaster.
Grohl, who was as big as a kid, also drew a simple portrait of himself on the letter paper, for fear that he would not be able to tell that it was her. There were two smaller faces that should be sisters Eliza and Yvonne.
Hermione wrote back to everyone in Pulitzer one by one, saying that she really only remembered it recently and planned to stay outside for a while before going back. There were some things that needed to be resolved.
The room was dimly lit and became mysterious. This time, red filled the whole room, looking at Hermione with resentful eyes.
"Don't I want to lose face? I have to give away all the junk."
"You don't even have a body anymore, so what's the use of saving face? Go quickly."
Red passed through Hermione's body and disappeared here. It was already sunny outside, and it seemed that writing the letter took up a lot of time. Hermione packed up the bed and went out, preparing to talk to Father Gerhardt, and preparing to leave here to go to the next place.
place.
After walking through the familiar road, Hermione came to the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom next to the fountain. She walked inside and saw Hans who was constantly looking around. Hans also saw Hermione appearing at the door, and looked towards Hermione excitedly.
Waving his hands, the anticipation on his face turned into joy.
With doubts, Hermione looked at herself in the reflection of the glass next to her. Did the child have any strange thoughts? The person who came across the aisle for help walked to the bench where Hans was sitting. Adai was still there quietly.
He looked at Hans.
"Sister, my mother has promised me, but she needs to test you. She said you can't trust others casually."
"Is this so? I was planning to leave, but I didn't expect you to do it."
"Sister, can you please not leave so fast? I will pay your salary."
Little Hans, you misunderstood. Hermione couldn't bear to let this child lose his dream like this. At least it would be good to leave a glorious deed of being a teacher here.
"Okay, okay, how about I stay a little longer? I've never been a teacher. I can't teach you well, so don't say bad things about me!"
"I will study hard. If anyone dares to speak ill of you, sister, I will have someone deal with them."
‘If you can help me get rid of Tatiana and the Original Witch, I can do anything for you from now on.’ Hermione muttered and touched Hans’ head.
"Did your mother say anything about the test?"
"It should be translation in various languages! What I'm asking for is for you to be my language teacher."
"It's nothing. As long as it's not a rare word, I'll be fine."
If there were no restrictions, I could still teach you a bunch of magical languages, but I can't harm such a good child.
The two continued to chat, Hans returned to his usual lively self because of Hermione's stay. The door opened, Mrs. Dermott came out, and was slightly startled when she saw Hermione's appearance.
