Hogwarts Homecoming

The soft snow petals were blown to the earth by the strong wind, and the trajectory was somewhat sharp.

The world was completely white, and the heavy snow that blocked the world also blocked Jasuna's vision.

There wasn't much she could see.

A few coniferous pines with numerous branches in front of the door swayed from side to side under the wash of the heavy snow, and the hissing branches and leaves swayed like the wail of an overwhelmed pine tree.

A meandering river passes in front of the door.

The river, which is in the dry season in winter, makes a clear and crisp sound when the water flows in front of the door.

This small strangeness attracted Jasuna's attention for a few seconds, and then she discovered that the rushing sound was caused by the collision and squeezing of ice crystals floating in the river.

In such a cold weather, the river surface has not yet frozen, which shows that the heavy snow will not come soon.

The scenery on the other side of the river is the same as this one. A little further away, there are some scattered cabins in the sparse cedar forest. The sloped roofs are covered with heavy snow, and the smoke is rising from the chimneys.

As for the places further away, it is completely white.

It should be a Muggle village on the gentle slope at the foot of the mountains.

Thoughts flashed through Jasuna's mind.

Perhaps out of the shame of having her life saved by a Muggle, Jasuna finally cast her eyes on the Muggle who was chopping wood in the shed more than ten feet away.

He was a very old Muggle, with a thin body and gray hair. Not to mention, his ears probably didn't work very well.

Otherwise, you won't be able to hear the squeaking sound when the door shaft rotates.

My head may be a little confused too.

Jasuna felt a brush embedded with countless metal spikes brushing her cheeks as the cold wind brushed her cheeks.

But the old man in the shed with hollows on all sides was only wearing a light yellow sweater with holes in it. He completely ignored the biting ice and snow, and only focused on holding the ax handle with his strong hands and chopping wood one by one.

but

Jasuna's delicate brows frowned slightly.

She realized that this old Muggle might not be afraid of the cold, but that he was so poor that he only had one robe, and that robe had just covered her body.

"you"

After hesitating for a moment, considering the high probability that she was still in Germany, Jasuna chose to greet the old Muggle in German.

"You saved me?"

Just as she expected, the old Muggle who was carrying his back was still busy with his work and didn't hear her at all.

So she raised her voice and said it again.

It still didn't work. The fierce wind and snow made her voice weak and inaudible, and there was the annoying sound of the ax blade hitting the wood.

Impatience flashed in Jasuna's eyes.

But she couldn't walk to the shed. The snow on the ground was as deep as her calves, and her right leg was still splinted.

Fortunately, the old Muggle finally finished splitting the pine wood.

He bent down, opened his arms, gathered the scattered pieces of wood together, and then moved them.

The two people's eyes finally met.

Contrary to Jasuna's expectation, she had thought that the old Muggle would be somewhat surprised by her awakening, or that it wouldn't be strange to show surprise.

But there was no emotion in the gray eyes of the old Muggle in the shed. He just looked at himself indifferently.

Of course, the old Muggle was not completely silent.

He nodded to himself, then trudged into the snow outside the shed with the firewood in his arms, waddling over like a duck.

Jasuna tightened her lips. She supported the wall with one hand and jumped back a few times on one foot in shame, making room for the old Muggle to enter the house.

The moment the door closed, the comfortable and soft air like a hot spring immediately enveloped her again. Jasuna squinted her eyes and realized that her face had been frozen and her eyelashes had been frozen for a short while. There was also a layer of frost on it.

Moreover, her right leg also tingled more, and the extreme cold froze the blood soaked in the gauze.

The old Muggle's wrinkled face was also covered with frost, as if it had been smeared with coarse salt. He pointed at the bed with his cloudy eyes, then turned around, walked to the fireplace in two steps, squatted down and laid down. Firewood and stack the firewood neatly.

Jasuna's lips tightened even more.

She was sure she didn't like the old Muggle, but

He glanced at the gauze that once again rendered the flower of blood.

It doesn't hurt to stay a little longer.

Jasuna thought, then jumped back to the bed and sat down.

"Did you save me?" Although it was just a wooden door, it miraculously blocked out most of the noise of the blizzard. Jasuna gasped twice and asked again.

A few pieces of freshly chopped firewood were added to the fireplace. The moist firewood on the surface immediately crackled and exploded when it came into contact with the high temperature.

The old Muggle didn't pay attention to the sparks that splashed on his cheeks. His strong hands seemed not to be afraid of the cold and heat. He picked up the iron pot on the mantelpiece and placed it on the table with the blackened bottom.

Then he nodded.

At least not deaf.

Jasuna actually breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, thinking somewhat happily.

"Where did you save me?"

She asked again, staring sharply at the old Muggle who was slowly walking back to the fireplace.

To this day, she still can't completely let go of her guard.

"In the river."

The old Muggle also said the first words between the two parties in a sober state.

His voice was hoarse and dry, and there was no emotion in his tone.

In the river? !

Jasuna was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously looked at the foggy window.

This was indeed an answer beyond her expectation, but

It's quite reasonable.

When she followed her father to attack Ekesta, it was raining heavily in the deep mountains.

And Ekesta collapsed under the attack of the warring parties. If she was lucky, she might be washed into the river by the mountain torrent, and then, along the river, she was rescued when she passed the Muggle village.

With a sigh of relief, Jasna's eyes were filled with a little bit of luck.

It can only be said that Merlin's favor, she did not die in such a situation.

So, what about her father, is he still alive?

As for the group of Death Eaters who attacked Ekesta with her, she didn't care about their life or death at all.

The people in the European magic world may be afraid of Death Eaters, but she found out after joining the Death Eaters for a while.

There are only two kinds of people in the Death Eaters organization, one is a complete lunatic, and the other is a poor person who also lives in the fear of Voldemort and cannot escape.

At the moment when I was in a trance, the ridiculous old Muggle had brought the plate and knife and fork, but there was only one set. Maybe he was so poor that he only had one set.

The old Muggle lifted the lid of the iron pot, and after standing up, Jasna looked at the food in the iron pot with even more disdain.

She sniffed the fragrant food, which was actually just boiled potatoes in water.

"Thank you for saving me."

Jasna said, she thanked the old Muggle who accidentally saved her life, and then, she reached up to her body with her left hand that was not holding the wall,

"What do you think of this gold as... as my robe?"

Jasna pursed her lips and asked with a slightly unfriendly tone.

"I didn't see it."

The old Muggle said, his tone calm and calm.

This is not impossible. In the battle with the Aurors of the German Ministry of Magic, her robe was torn, and then it was submerged by the mountain torrent and rolled into the river. It is reasonable that the broken robe peeled off her body.

Jasna paused for a moment and stopped entangled in this issue.

"I'm leaving now. When I get to a safe place, I'll send someone to bring you gold as a thank you for saving my life."

Jasna raised her chin and said with a slightly arrogant tone.

She once again scornfully glanced at the boiled potatoes that the old man put on the plate and handed to her. Then, without waiting for the old Muggle to respond, Jasna's eyes suddenly focused, and she mobilized the dormant magic in her body to prepare to merge into the void. At the same time, she held her breath.

Apparition will bring a certain burden to the body. Her feet are injured now. She has to be prepared to endure the pain in case there is a large deviation in the position of her landing.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

The firewood added to the fireplace began to burn violently, and the gushing fire wind in the furnace blew the oil lamp to squeak and shake.

"I still have a few dried fish."

Looking at Jasna, whose face was slightly blue, the old Muggle who mistakenly thought she didn't like potatoes said.