Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 838

The Weasleys only accompanied Harry and Hermione for a short while before parting ways to visit their distant relative in Barcelona's old town.

Hermione and Harry, on the other hand, continued to wander around Boqueria Market.

"Wait for me!" Ron was almost in tears as the Weasleys dragged him away, holding Harry in one hand and Hermione in the other, saying this with reluctance.

"Alright, I know. Go on, and come back soon." Hermione waved her hand impatiently and said goodbye casually.

And Harry is pretty much the same—

While visiting a relative he hadn't contacted in decades wasn't a pleasant experience, Harry still couldn't understand Ron Lien's incredibly affected and pained expression.

"Go ahead, go ahead." Hermione waved her hand with a smile, seemingly delighted.

Ron glanced at them, frowned slightly, but finally let go of their hands and followed his parents with heavy steps.

His slightly disappointed figure lingered in the air, and his steps seemed somewhat heavy.

“Ron absolutely refuses to let us plead for him,” Harry said suddenly as he watched Ron leave, until Ron was out of sight.

“Absolutely,” Hermione agreed. “I have no desire to get involved in the Weasley family’s affairs.”

“Mhm.” Harry nodded in agreement.

Clearly, Mr. Weasley is now like he's on steroids, taking every task Tyrell gives him, even the most trivial ones that Tyrell mentions casually, to heart.

That's why, while traveling, I remembered that the Weasley family had such a distant relative in Spain, and I thought I'd come over and offer some advice, even if it meant taking advantage of the trip.

He even invited his own children along.

Mr. Weasley originally wanted to bring Harry and Hermione along as well.

However, Harry and Hermione politely declined with some excuse.

Just kidding—

What does the Weasley family's business have to do with Granger and Potter?
After seeing Weasley off, Harry and Hermione continued browsing Boqueria Market.

The two strolled around the market for several hours, enjoying their leisure time and snacks.

Meanwhile, they kept talking, discussing the awkward family gathering Ron might be experiencing, and occasionally bursting into laughter.

As the sun began to rise directly overhead, they decided to find a place to sit down and rest to escape the scorching heat.

Hermione spotted a small coffee shop and ordered two iced Americanos and a dessert to share.

This peaceful and simple joy allowed them to temporarily forget the complex magical world outside.

The café's interior and exterior are decorated with an artistic flair, featuring works by local artists on the walls. It's said that—

The famous Spanish painter Picasso once had lunch in this café, and it was here that he created his most famous painting, "Night in Barcelona".

"It was sitting right here, gazing out over the whole of Barcelona, ​​that inspired 'Barcelona Nights'," the café waiter said, immediately showering Hermione with attention.

After placing the coffee Harry and Hermione ordered on the table, he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he squatted down beside Hermione and pointed to the spire of the Sagrada Familia, which was barely visible in the distance. "The painting 'Barcelona Nights' is clearly—" Hermione couldn't help but start to object, but Harry immediately stopped her—

"Let him be," Harry sighed helplessly.

Hermione pursed her lips, but ultimately said nothing.

And that waiter—

Seeing that she had talked until her throat was dry, Hermione didn't say anything, just felt that she had made a fool of herself, and left dejectedly.

He still has a job and needs to work; if he can't flirt with her, he can't flirt with her.

"Finally." Hermione rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair.

With a cup of fragrant Spanish coffee and a sweet pastry, Hermione began to leisurely observe the pedestrians on the street, experiencing the leisurely lifestyle of the Spanish people.

"Haha, Hermione, even you get tired of being talked about like that sometimes," Harry teased.

"Hmph." Hermione rolled her eyes and ignored Harry.

"It can only be said that our Miss Hermione is too charming." A sudden yet very familiar voice rang out beside Harry and Hermione.

"Tiera!"

"Tiera!!"

Harry and Hermione looked on in surprise at the person who had suddenly appeared beside them.

It was Tyella.

Tierra had somehow ended up sitting at their table, smiling at Harry and Hermione. In front of Tierra was also a cup of coffee and a dessert.

"How was the trip?" Tierra asked with a smile.

“It was fantastic!” Harry exclaimed first. “Seriously, Tyella, you really should have come to see Bill and Fleur’s wedding. It was spectacular! The whole place was beautifully decorated, with flowers and magical lanterns everywhere.”

“Really? That sounds fascinating.” Tierra asked, feigning curiosity.

“Yes, it was truly enchanting. Bill and Fleur exchanged vows under an archway adorned with garlands and lights. The whole atmosphere was both romantic and solemn,” Hermione added. Her eyes sparkled with reminiscence. “And the Magical Band’s performance was absolutely fantastic! They actually got the Unicorns! The Unicorns!”

“And then there were Fred and George, they caused quite a stir at the wedding. Do you know what they did?” Harry continued, “I don’t know how they did it, but they magically conjured a whole bunch of dancing goblins to replace the real goblins that were hired to perform!”

“It does sound like something they would do.” Tierra seemed amused and chuckled softly.

“That’s not all,” Hermione said. “There’s also a huge cake at the wedding, with the top layer floating magically. When Bill and Fleur take the first cut, the miniature versions of them on the cake will start waltzing in the air, automatically cutting the whole cake from top to bottom!”

"At that moment, the whole room erupted in applause and cheers. But the funniest thing was Luna, who was wearing an 'ankle-protecting skirt' recommended in her dad's magazine, supposedly to protect her from ankle attacks," Harry nodded.

“The Weasley family’s activities are always so interesting,” Tierra said with a smile.

“And just now, just now, in this café, a waiter thought that ‘Barcelona Nights’ was written here, and he even pointed out which place to us, haha!” Hermione said immediately, laughing happily. Her sincere smile was reflected in Tierra’s eyes, making him chuckle as well.