Hogwarts Homecoming

Ugh!

What woke Jasuna up was not the endless banging and banging noise outside the house.

It wasn't the howling cold wind, nor was it the thump-dump-dump sound made by something outside the house knocking on the wall against which the bedside of the bed she lay lay was leaning.

Just pain.

The pain woke her from her slumber.

She opened her sleepy eyes, and the first thing she saw was a blur of trance, as if there were several layers of gray gauze hanging in front of her eyes.

While blinking hard to see her surroundings clearly, Jasuna tried to support the soft mattress with her elbows, trying to sit up.

But unfortunately, both of her intentions failed.

The haziness in her vision was so stubborn that no matter how frequently she blinked her eyelids, the haze never faded away.

If it weren't for her keen awareness that her vision was indeed brighter every time she tried, then she would have thought that her vision had been irreparably damaged.

She couldn't sit up either.

When she tried to muster her strength to use her arms, the soreness and numbness in her muscles made her whimper in pain.

Even with her strong will, she couldn't restrain this pain.

However, this pain was not the pin-pricking pain in her right calf that she was suffering at the moment, it was just caused by lying in bed for too long.

After gasping twice, Jasuna stopped struggling.

After sleeping for too long, her consciousness was a little confused, but her memory was much faster than her body's recovery.

She was alive, that was the first thing she knew for sure.

The second before she fainted, roaring flames and sharp cursed light filled her shaking vision.

But as tens of thousands of tons of boulders fell one after another, the Aurors from the German Ministry of Magic roared with ferocity, his father and the woman Bellatrix laughed maniacally, and the timid Death Eaters and cowards harassed him. The shouts were all far away, and darkness descended.

How did she survive?

Jasuna was lying on the bed thinking about this problem quietly.

However, she couldn't give herself an answer.

The first thing to rule out was the possibility that Aurors from the German Ministry of Magic dug her out.

It was indeed possible for the Aurors to save her, but they would never be able to arrange a soft bed for herself, cover herself with thick quilts thoughtfully, and then quietly wait for her to wake up.

Considering what she had done, it was most likely that the Aurors would have used the Cruciatus Curse to wake themselves up after capturing her back to the Ministry.

Thinking of this, Jasuna smiled coldly in her heart.

After all, Aurors are the same as them. They will never show mercy to their enemies.

It couldn't have been his father or the Death Eaters who saved her life.

Her sense of smell was very keen, and there was indeed a man's scent in the air, but it was not anyone she knew.

So who could it be?

Jasuna desperately wanted to know the answer to this question.

In terms of universal human values, she is a bad person, but her communication follows certain rules.

She will erase the memory of the man who saved her life, and then give him a sum of gold in return.

After regaining consciousness, the banging sound coming from the bed outside the house became particularly noisy.

The vibration of the wall at the head of the bed also made her feel uncomfortable.

She moved her body bit by bit, trying to get herself moving as quickly as possible.

The pain in her right leg gave her a boost, and before long, she found that she could slowly move her arms.

And her vision has recovered a lot, but it's still a little blurry.

Ugh!

Clenching her teeth, Jasuna endured the stinging pain and pulsing nerves in her right leg and sat up with difficulty. It was like a difficult battle. By the time she achieved her goal, her temples were already soaked with sweat.

A wooden house.

It was very small, about the same size as the house that belonged to the innocent Muggle named Fraser when Aeschylus was on mission in London.

The thought that popped into her mind made Jasuna frown slightly.

How ridiculous that she should let the name of Aeschylus's failed Obscurus come back into her mind.

Shaking her head slightly and moving her hair away from her eyes, Jasuna began to look at the room.

A pine cabin. The four walls of the house are made of pine logs of the same thickness. The gaps between each pine log are sealed with fern-grown soil to ensure that no cold wind can invade the house.

Next to the door, leaning against the oil-stained grille and pushing the window, is a square table with a pine board as the top. Over the years, the table top is also stained with oil stains, and the table legs supporting the table top are also twisted at a certain angle. It looks like , the life of the entire table is coming to an end.

There was an oil lamp hanging on the beam in the room, and the dim light was not even as good as holding a handful of fireflies in the palm of your hand.

In contrast, in the fireplace hearth made of mud bricks, the flames from the vigorous burning of wood were bright.

Jasuna glanced at the fireplace a few more times.

The smoke outlet of the fireplace is a cylinder made of rough iron sheets, formed at a right angle. One side is connected to the furnace, and the other side leads to the outside of the house through a hole in the pine wall.

This ugly fireplace didn't deserve her attention, but the steaming iron pot placed on the mantel made her eyes slightly more eager.

With difficulty, Jasuna looked back.

Although I am very hungry, it is obviously more important to understand my environment.

She looked around the fireplace and the small pile of firewood placed next to it, and looked at the opposite corner of the house.

There were piles of the owner's sundries there.

An old hunting rifle that looked old was hung on the wall, and the wooden box under the hunting rifle contained items such as axes, chisels, and saws.

In addition, there was a pile of animal furs that had been cleaned, dried, and tanned and piled up in a mess.

The owner's hunting skills were not very high.

After taking a deep look at the furs, Jasna made a judgment.

There were no furs of large beasts such as bears and tigers, and the only coats made of musk skin were covering her body at this time.

Jasna frowned again.

Everything in her vision proved one thing, that she was now a guest in a Muggle's "home".

This judgment made Jasna feel a little uncomfortable.

Although the warmth in the room, the aroma of food and the little bit of the remaining strange man's breath did not make her feel physically disgusted, it did make her feel a little uncomfortable psychologically.

She lifted the mattress, and her expression changed immediately.

A wand that should have been placed at the head of her bed was brought to her.

This wand did belong to her, but it was broken.

Picking up the still warm wand, Jasna's eyes were filled with a trace of heartache.

This wand was given to her by her father. It was the work of Gregorovitch, the best wand maker in Germany. She learned her first magic with it.

In the following ten years, no matter how dangerous the situation was, this maple wand with unicorn tail hair inside was very reliable to help her through the crisis.

This was her most reliable partner, but he was killed in this mission.

Jasna took a deep breath and tried to hide the grief of losing her closest comrade.

It was her father who proposed to save the compatriots imprisoned in Exta, and she should not question it.

Jasna did not bother to think about why she changed her clothes to sleep, but her original robe was nowhere to be found.

If the Muggle who saved her life really pulled her out from a pile of rocks, then the clothes would definitely be useless.

She lifted the quilt and looked at her right foot with a cold expression.

Her right foot, which was wrapped in a thick layer of bandages, was also tied with splints on both sides. Maybe because she did not move unconsciously when she slept, the splints were a little crooked, which affected her broken foot. A gorgeous blood flower was blooming on the white bandage.

This injury is not worth worrying about.

Now, what needs to be figured out urgently is how long it has been since that night, where she is now, and who saved her?

Her right foot is useless, but fortunately, her left foot and two arms are still intact.

Jasna got out of bed gently, with her hands on the square table not far from the bed, and her left foot on the ground to support her body.

The greasy window can only see a white haze outside the window.

Jasna slowly and laboriously approached the door. Standing behind it, she took two deep breaths and then suddenly opened it.

The wind and snow from the entire world rolled in.