The fleet docked at the port. An Rui made some arrangements and let two reliable men, Sam and Berego, take charge of the fleet. Then he went ashore with Hermione and several other capable men to accompany Hermione to explore her home. The moment Hermione set foot on her homeland, her graceful body trembled slightly. This place is both familiar and strange to her. She stepped on the soil of her hometown and was unable to take the second step for a long time. ¡°Be brave, it¡¯s just going home, it¡¯s no big deal.¡± Sophie patted Hermione on the back carelessly. Unlike her treatment of Alice, her attitude towards Hermione these days was quite good. Others also offered words of encouragement, although they were of little weight. Hermione nodded, finally took the second step and walked into the port. Everyone accompanied him, admiring the scenery in the port as he walked. Windmill Port is famous for its windmills. Looking around the port, you can vaguely see the outlines of some windmills, standing on the land like giants holding up the sky. "There is one less windmill there, and there are two more windmills there. It is very different from before." Hermione pointed to the distance and said. No one spoke. Fifty years have passed and it is strange that there has been no change. As she walked forward, Hermione pointed out the changes in the street, her voice getting lower and lower, and finally she stopped talking at all. The whole street has almost changed into something else. Rather than looking for changes, it¡¯s better to look for things that haven¡¯t changed. Hermione raised her eyes to search for familiar scenery, and finally found an old grocery store on the street. Her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up. She walked over quickly and stopped in front of the store. The store door is open. Standing at the door, you can directly see the situation in the store. A dazzling array of products are placed on the counter, and some are hung on the wall. Most of them are daily necessities, and there are also some foods and condiments. Hermione looked into the store and found a middle-aged clerk dozing off on the table. At this time, there are very few people coming to buy goods. "Ahem." The female pastor coughed twice and stepped in. The middle-aged clerk didn¡¯t sleep soundly. He woke up immediately after hearing the sound, rubbed his eyes, and looked at Hermione who had just entered the door. "Madam, what do you want to buy?" the middle-aged clerk rubbed his hands. asked politely. "Is Mr. Bard still alive?" Hermione asked tentatively. To her, this was the name of an old friend. She used to take care of this grocery store, and the owner's name was Bud. At that time, Bud had just gotten married and had a fat boy with a farm girl. "My father's name is Bud, are you looking for him?" "Are you Bud's son?" "Bud is my father, of course I am his son. Isn't this nonsense." "You are James "Hum?" "Youhow do you know my name?" "Your father and I are old friends. I hugged you when you were just born. You were very cute and delicious. Breast milk, and always wet the bed." Hermione recalled the past as if it happened yesterday. "Wait a minute!" The middle-aged clerk became angrier as he listened, "You are such a beautiful little girl. Why do you talk so crazy? How could you have hugged me when I was a child when I am so old? Go, go, go, Crazy people are not welcome here. "Don't be angry, it's not what you think. I'm really your father's friend," Hermione explained quickly. An Rui and his companions stood at the door, watching this scene with interest, but had no intention of stepping forward to help. Such little things. It's better not to mix things up. The middle-aged clerk didn¡¯t listen to Hermione¡¯s explanation at all. After all, these things sounded too bizarre. Although this world is full of magical colors, for ordinary people living in small towns, they rarely have access to those things. Their life is very ordinary. The noise became louder and louder, so much so that it alerted an old man who was staying in the bedroom of the grocery store. The old man frowned and walked out, intending to see what was going on. He caught sight of Hermione who was trying her best to explain to the middle-aged clerk. He was so shocked that his eyes almost flew out of his head. "You, you are Hermione? How is this possible!" the old man exclaimed. "Bud!" Hermione recognized the old man's identity. Although the old man had changed a lot, the shadow of his youth could still be found between his brows. "Oh my God! Aren't you dead a long time ago? Did I see a ghost?" "I'm not dead, listen to me." Hermione was very excited after seeing her old friend. ??Told how he was petrified by Medusa. After hearing this, Bud sighed with emotion, and his son was also filled with emotion. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect to really know my dad. Please don't mind what I said rudely just now." James said and looked at his father, "Dad, what should I call her based on her seniority?" "Uh, just call her aunt. "Okay." Bud thought for a while and replied. "Hello, Auntie." James, who was in his forties, said respectfully to the young Hermione. "" Hermione was speechless. If we go by seniority, Hermione can indeed be called James's aunt, but the difference in appearance between the two is really too big. "Bud, are my family and friends still alive?" Hermione asked this more concerned question. "Your parents are gone long ago, but your sister is still alive. She is now a grandmother, and even her grandson is about to get married." Bud counted Hermione's relatives and friends in detail, most of them All have died, and many have moved, but only a handful of them are still in Windmill Harbor. While talking, Bud mentioned a very special person to Hermione. "Hermine, after your fianc¨¦ Mike heard the news of your death, he cried so hard that he never found another woman and lived a single life. Now he is over seventy years old and is still a bachelor. One. You must go and see him when you come back. Unfortunately, his health is getting worse. Whether he can survive this year is a question." Bud sighed. "Mike" Hermione's face changed drastically, "He will never marry because of me?" "Yes. He has always been thinking about you and visits your grave every year. He is so infatuated. Fate is such a deceiving piece of shit. Who could have imagined that you would come back here fifty years later. He has become a dying old man, and you are still a beautiful woman in your prime. " "Thank you for telling me these things, I want to see you. When I see them, I won't talk to you anymore." Hermione wished she could have wings and fly to those old friends. "Many people have changed their addresses and no longer live in their original places. Let me lead the way for you." Bud coughed twice and bent down to lead the way. Hermione thanked him and followed closely beside the old man.