Chapter 8 Telephone Call with Hermione
The next morning, Heffies appeared in South Kensington, a typical wealthy area in London, carrying a suitcase.
South Kensington is a famous wealthy area in London, where the streets are wide and clean and the trees on the roadside are lush.
The towering buildings reflect the sunlight, and the rich man’s villas are like palaces, full of the breath of money.
On the streets, people rush between high-end fashion stores and boutique galleries, chasing fashion trends.
All kinds of luxury cars shuttle through the streets and alleys, and their owners are all successful people wearing famous brands and watches.
Hephes was drooling at the sight of them all, they were all his prey!
In a bustling area of the city, a high-end jewelry store called "Bright Star" stands quietly.
The storefront is made of pure white marble and black glass with gold trim.
The lights in the store are as bright as silk, making the glittering light of the jewellery even more dazzling.
The saleswomen were dressed in tight black uniforms, with graceful curves and pretty faces.
Hefeth walked in, wearing an ordinary shirt and jeans, looking out of place here.
"Little boy, this is not a place you can just come here casually. Go find your family!" said the salesgirl with a tone of disdain and sarcasm.
"I'm here to sell things." Hephis smiled and didn't care.
"Little boy, we don't accept all junk." The salesgirl continued to taunt.
Hefeth pulled out a piece of jewelry inlaid with a three-carat diamond from his bag and tossed it gently in his hand.
"Oh, so you call this junk!" Hephis said with a hint of joking in his tone.
The salesgirl widened her eyes and looked at the jewelry in Hephis's hand in disbelief.
Her attitude changed instantly, her body bent down so that her head was slightly lower than Hephis's, and her tone became respectful.
"Sir, I'm sorry! Please forgive my poor eyesight! Come with me, I'll take you to rest first, and I'll call the manager over right away."
Soon, the manager of the jewelry store came hurriedly and invited Hefez into the reception room.
The jewelry appraiser soon came over and appraised and valued the jewelry he brought.
After some wrangling between Heffis and the manager, he finally got a check for 36 pounds.
When Hefeth left the jewelry store, the manager and the saleswomen bowed respectfully.
Hephis smiled slightly, glanced at the saleswoman, and said, "I still like your rebellious look." Then he left in a cool manner.
Open a bank account, deposit money, and withdraw money.
I went to a clothing store and bought two sets of clothes that looked very valuable.
I then contacted a real estate agency and rented a house.
The house is not very big, only about 300 square meters, and has a small courtyard with a carefully trimmed lawn.
What he particularly liked was that the house came with a basement of more than 60 square meters.
Although the house could only be considered finely decorated, compared with his previous residence, it was not even as good as a doghouse.
He secretly sighed in his heart that if he had not been so focused on improving his abilities, he would have been living such a comfortable life long ago.
Hephis dialed the number that he had memorized by heart.
"Hello, this is the Granger household."
Hermione's clear voice came from the receiver.
"Hello, Hermione, it's me, Herphis."
"Hephis! How come you finally... I mean, you finally... Oh, no, I mean, hello, Hephis!"
Hermione was obviously a little too excited, and even had a bit of a brain freeze.
Since separating from Hephis, Hermione has felt like a lost soul.
When eating, his eyes were always absent-minded and he would glance towards the phone from time to time.
Whenever the phone rang, she would rush to it impatiently and then ask her parents to answer the phone in a wronged manner.
Hermione hadn't had any real friends in years.
Or maybe those people left after interacting with her for a while.
She was afraid that Hephis would become like those before him.
"Hermione, do you miss me?" Hearing the incoherent voice coming from the microphone, Hephis teased.
"Hephis~ I will ignore you if you do this again." Hermione pretended to be angry.
"Oh, but I really missed you! I called you as soon as I found a new house."
"Ah! Ah! Thank you, Hephis." Hermione blushed immediately.
In the following time, Hephis was talking in the front, and Hermione was talking in the back.
The two of them talked on the phone for quite a while before they hung up reluctantly.
Hephis changed into his expensive-looking clothes, had a simple meal, and headed to the Imperial College to check things out.
He carefully observed the terrain and building distribution, especially the student dormitories of several departments that he valued.
After finding out everything, I left the academy with satisfaction.
Then, we strolled around South Kensington.
As expected of the most famous wealthy area in the UK, there are even cameras, and the number of them is staggering.
He carefully observed the layout of the surveillance cameras and the location of the police station.
After some effort, he finally found some blind spots in surveillance and carefully memorized them.
However, Hephis, who was concentrating on his memory, did not realize that he had been secretly followed by two gangsters.
In a Chinese restaurant, Hefes finally had a meal.
It’s not authentic, but it’s the Chinese food that makes him miss it.
While eating, he couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts, thinking that one day he would return to China to see if his former home still existed.
After leaving the restaurant, Hefeth kept thinking, is he in a parallel universe or a world of fiction?
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At night, in the bedroom, a middle-aged couple lay on the bed, talking quietly.
"Little Hermione, is it..." Mr. Granger asked softly.
"I don't know, but I guess so," Mrs. Granger guessed.
"It shouldn't be from their school, otherwise they wouldn't have to wait for the call."
"Yeah, I just don't know, maybe the other party didn't leave a phone number, or our little Hermione doesn't dare to take the initiative."
"Maybe we can find a chance to talk to her. After all, it's good for her to have a friend at her age."
"Forget it. Little Hermione is shy. If we mess with her again, we'll just pretend we didn't know."
"I just wonder how that boy is doing." Mr. Granger said a little worriedly.
"Don't worry, our Hermione is very smart!"
"Okay, let's see first. If things go well, we can invite him to our home."
"You! Okay! I'll tell you when the time comes."
"Well, I'll go to bed first then."
"Are you going to bed already?" Mrs. Granger looked at her husband with some dissatisfaction.
"Ma'am, the clinic has been really busy these past few days and I'm a little tired." Mr. Granger quickly explained in a weak tone.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep." Mrs. Granger said unhappily, turning over and facing away from him.
Mr. Granger breathed a sigh of relief. He was just tired, not incapable, and he fell asleep quickly.
Mrs. Granger turned around and looked at her husband who had begun snoring, and sighed helplessly.
She gently began to touch his body, all over.
After a long time, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and fell into a deep sleep.
