Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

"Come on, Hermione, don't spoil the mood at a time like this." Ron pouted impatiently. "The exams are over, let's think about something positive, like our trip, our wonderful summer vacation!"

"Oh, you, really." Hermione shook her head helplessly and said nothing more.

Hermione is very excited about her upcoming trip around Europe.

They walked down the corridors of Hogwarts, watching other students leave the exam hall one after another, dappled sunlight filtering through the trees and illuminating the corridors.

They walked down the corridors of Hogwarts, watching other students leave the examination halls one by one. Patches of sunlight filtered through the trees, casting shadows on the corridors. The term was drawing to a close, and a joyful and excited atmosphere permeated the entire school. Ron walked with light steps, chatting enthusiastically with Hermione about the upcoming journey.

"Which city do you think we should go to first?" Ron asked curiously.

He had already learned from his parents, his brother, and Tierra about their upcoming summer vacation plans.

“We should go to Paris, France first,” Hermione replied with a smile.

“Paris! Paris! There’s the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, and lots of delicious French bread. I’ve heard the scenery there is incredibly beautiful.” Ron’s eyes gleamed with longing; clearly, he had done his homework in secret.

“Yes, Paris is a city brimming with art and romance. We can visit the Louvre to admire some of the world’s greatest works of art, stroll along the Seine to feel the charm of Paris, or climb the Eiffel Tower to feel the cool evening breeze,” Hermione nodded in approval. “But you’ve forgotten one of the most important things about Paris, France!”

“Wh-what?” Ron asked.

"Nicole Flamel! Nicholas Flamel!" Hermione suddenly raised her notebook and gently patted Ron's shoulder. "Did you waste most of the semester's alchemy theory classes?"

"Is Nicolas Lemai in Paris?" Harry interjected at the opportune moment.

“Of course,” Hermione said. “I thought he had already been invited to England by Tyrell.”

“Tierra has the idea, but Mr. Nicholas Flamel doesn’t seem to want to move,” Hermione replied.

"Why?" Harry asked, puzzled. "Isn't Tyella planning to establish a global wizarding alliance? Why doesn't she try to persuade this legendary alchemy master?"

“Who knows? Maybe Mr. Nicholas Flamel feels he’s too old and doesn’t want to leave his homeland,” Hermione shrugged. “So…”

Hermione suddenly lowered her voice and said.

“We have another hidden mission this time,” Hermione said softly.

"A hidden quest?" Ron and Harry looked at Hermione with confusion.

“The Philosopher’s Stone,” Hermione whispered.

"Magic—" Ron almost shouted, but Hermione quickly covered his mouth—

"Shh!" Hermione scolded sternly, then pulled Harry and Ron to a secluded shady spot under a tree.

"What's going on, Hermione?" Harry asked anxiously after glancing around to make sure no one was there. "What happened to the Philosopher's Stone?"

For some reason, Harry felt a sudden jolt, as if a nerve had jumped, whenever he heard the word "Philosopher's Stone".