NOVEL WEB Chapter 89: chapter:89
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Hugh however, was eating it up, and he seemed to be shaking, obviously trying to restrain himself from opening the plastic packaging to read the page Harry had described.
"So, you want it?"
"Of course I want it!" Hugh said instantly. Then his shoulders fell when he remembered something. "But Harry, I don't have cash on me. I just bought something from these lads here. It's the stuff I wanted to talk to you about."
"You know my policy Hugh." Harry reminded his old acquaintance. He had once allowed a customer to leave off with the object he had acquired for him, with promises that he'd pay him back the next day. The kid instead ran off from the deal, and Harry had spent weeks tracking the kid back to his house to take back the toy, along with his father's rare lightsaber studio prop as a penalty for reneging on the deal.
Hugh was on old acquaintance, but Harry trusted the guy as far as he could throw Fleur.
"What if I offer you something equally valuable?" Hugh suggested.
"What do you got?" Harry asked.
"Shit. I know you have almost everything you're collecting." Hugh looked thoughtful.
"What about this." The older boy looked around for a moment and withdrew a packet from his pocket. He handed it to Harry and grinned. "This stuff's very valuable, about the cost of these comics."
"What is it?" Harry asked. It looked like a bunch of dried herbs tightly packed inside a brown paper bag and rolled into the size of a box of soap, or a large matchbox.
"It's what the cool kids smoke these days." Hugh said and showed Harry what looked like a plain cigarette. "It makes you cool."
"I don't smoke Hugh." Harry said. He knew a couple of kids that smoked, but he didn't pick up on the habit since the scent irritated his nose.
The three older boys with Hugh laughed at Harry and the teenager with several piercings on his ears grinned. "This isn't a cigarette. It's so much more."
"Harry, this stuff's called weed." The teenager with the piercings in his eyebrow said. Now that he stepped closer to Harry, the wizard noticed that he also had a piercing in his lower lip. "It's the rage these days, and it's in high demand."
"What does this do?" Harry asked.
"Like I said Harry, it makes you a cool person." Hugh said. "Popular even."
"I'm popular enough in my school for my taste." Harry said dryly. He took a few dried leaves of the herbs and crushed it between his finger and thumb. "This stuff doesn't interest me."
He also found Herbology boring.
Seeing that they were about to lose a prospective customer, one that Hugh assured was loaded with money, the teenager hastily added another sales pitch. "It'll help you relax! I assure you it's a most wonderful feeling. No nagging parents to think about... and no school problems to worry! It's like a piece of heaven!"
"I'm relaxed enough." Harry said dismissively. He really shouldn't have come here. His interests have since moved on from the goods that he used to acquire and peddle to the other kids in the neighborhood. Sure, he'd get an action figure and comic book for his collection, but that was for himself, one of his many hobbies. "And if it makes you forget your problems, wouldn't that be more difficult to deal with later?"
"It'll make you rich!"
"I'm rich." Harry said evenly, getting impatient with the group for their persistence.
"Yeah? But this gets you the girls."
Harry looked at Fleur with amusement, and received a similar expression on her face.
"I already have a girl..." Harry pointed back with his thumb at Fleur who was standing slightly behind him. "If this weed is all about that, I think I'll pass. I'm afraid it's too boring for me."
The group of older teenagers only realized then that Harry was with someone, and that someone was a girl. Not just any girl though. Even with the cap, the girl looked prettier than any they had seen before. She seemed to belong more in the movies than hanging out with local neighborhood teenagers. She was that pretty.Fleur made her introduction more amusing when she removed her baseball cap and shook her head, making her long, silvery blond hair dance around her face before they rearranged behind her back. The effect was immediate, and the group of adolescent boys stood with their mouths open, clearly dazed.
"Bloody hell." Hugh whispered. The other teenagers gaped at Fleur, entranced by the weak veela charm from her hair.
"How'd you get such a fine girlfriend?" One of the teenagers asked breathlessly.
"I'm not just a girlfriend." Fleur sniffed. She hooked her arm around Harry's. "When we are older, we will marry."
"Damn." Hugh said, clearly shocked. Harry had a beautiful girl that wanted to marry him? How did he do it? He was rocked out of his sightseeing of an unearthly, beautiful and clearly French chick from her accent when Harry bade goodbye.
"Wait! What about the comics?" Hugh asked.
"Keep it." Harry said. "I'll be very busy in the next few years, so I don't think I'll be coming back here anytime soon. Consider that as thanks for the years of smooth business deals."
Hugh nodded and held up his hand to stop Harry from handing back the pack of weed. "Keep it. Maybe you'll grow to like it."
Harry didn't want to stay longer and argue with the group that he didn't want the strange smelling herbs and silently put in inside his pocket.
"Bye then." Harry said, and the wizard and his beautiful French girlfriend headed out of the park, leaving a thoughtful Hugh and a still dazed group of older teenagers looking at their retreating backs.
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"That was a waste of time." Harry said as he walked with Fleur down Privet Drive.
"Not really." Fleur said. "I think it was interesting. I've never seen how non-magical children interact with one another before. The park was also interesting. Is it some sort of market for children?"
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