"Though the two of you are quite mature for your minds, you're still a bit too young. You must promise me not to taste forbidden fruit at such a tender age..."
With a trace of worry, Dumbledore waded through the dense grass, which was a little higher than his knees. After walking forward about five or six meters, the view suddenly opened up before him; the thick grass vanished, replaced by a patch of lush, thriving watermelon fields.
"This is... a watermelon?"
Chapter 89