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“Art met no gula”
“a-ar- me-o gul-aa.”
Hermione turns around, startled.
Draco stands behind her, peering into the textbook in her lap. “You mustn’t pronounce the t’s” he tells her.
“it’s impossible”. She looks sourly at the pictures of mermaids and sirens, “I thought I could figure it out by now, but I barely know what I’m reading.”
“Your problem is that you’re reading Mermish like English”, he sits beside her
“And you know Mermish?”
“Si”
“That’s French.”
“it’s also Mermish for iron. if you wanna read that, it’s easier to know French first.
“Would you teach me?”
he nods.