Hogwarts Homecoming

Huh!

Jasna suddenly opened the quilt and jumped up from the bed, raising her wand with murderous intent, ready to strike a thunderbolt at the German Auror from the Ministry of Magic who came to hunt her down!

But

After her hazy vision quickly cleared up, Jasna was shocked to find that there was no Auror from the Ministry of Magic in front of her. There was no explosion or fire.

There was only an old Muggle who looked at her strange behavior with turbid eyes.

Is it a dream?

Jasna was stunned for a moment, and her eyes immediately turned to the window.

The gray light behind the foggy glass earlier had disappeared, and now, behind the dirty glass window was a deep darkness.

The night had fallen, but the whistling sound of the wind and snow had not disappeared.

Did she fall asleep?

Slowly, Jasna sat down, wiped the cold sweat from her temples, and then buried her face with her open hands.

She had been thinking about how to get out of her current predicament, but after thinking hard for a long time, she still couldn't think of any practical way.

Unexpectedly, she fell asleep again.

After a heavy sigh in her heart, the face covered by her hands became more confused.

Since leaving her grandfather, she followed her father to travel around the magic world of various European countries, in order to realize the lofty and great ideal of wizards living in the world with pride without having to hide in front of Muggles.

She had survived many life-and-death crises and only failed once, that was when she was arrested by Amosta Blaine.

Each of these crises was more dangerous than the current situation, but she was never so confused as she is now.

Is her father still alive?

Her father - the wise and powerful man who saved her from hunger, cold and humiliation, gave her a home, and taught her magic hand in hand.

The inner expectation, since she can survive, then her wiser father can naturally do so.

But reason tells her that her survival is completely luck.

And luck is something that makes no sense.

A rustling sound reached Jasna's ears. She knew that the old Muggle sitting in the corner holding a needle, who seemed to be sewing those small pieces of fur together, was doing something else.

Out of caution against him, Jasna put down her hand covering her face.

She opened her eyes again with her face drooping, and then froze.

Her right leg

She clearly remembered that because she struggled unconsciously in a coma, the splint on her leg was crooked, and the wound was bleeding.

But now, the two splints firmly fixed her calf, and there was no trace of blood on the bandage.

Suddenly, Jasna noticed something else.

When she was thinking about how to escape before, she fell directly on the bed due to lack of energy, but when she woke up, she was covered with bedding again.

"Try--"

In Jasna's confused eyes, the old Muggle came to her with a wooden bowl expressionlessly.

A bowl of milky white soup, the small pieces floating on the surface of the soup should be the boiled potatoes that she ignored before and then chopped and thrown into the soup.

Jasna moved her nose and looked at the wooden-faced old Muggle in surprise, and her expression changed subtly.

It's fish soup!

So.

Under the dim light, Jasna's eyes flickered a few times.

Before, the old Muggle ran outside not to chop wood again, but to break the river surface that was quickly frozen in the extremely cold weather?

With her eyes down, Jasna looked at the old Muggle's legs and feet, and indeed found traces of being soaked by the river water.

The old Muggle raised the wooden bowl again, and Jasna took the bowl subconsciously.

Looking at the fish and potatoes floating in the soup, Jasna fell into a trance again.

Potato stewed fish

This is really a combination full of bad taste. If it were in the past, she would not try this kind of "dark cuisine", but now, the soup with a few inconspicuous pieces of oil floating on it has a fatal attraction to her.

Almost every cell in her body was shouting, ordering her to finish the bowl of fish soup!

Gulp

Unconsciously, Jasna swallowed her saliva.

She glanced at the old Muggle who brought her the fish soup and returned to the corner to sew fur under the dim oil lamp, and pursed her lips.     Slurp

Then, it was out of control.

Hearing the slurping sound coming from the other side of the house, the old Muggle turned his head and calmly looked at the young girl who buried her head in the bowl, blinked, and then casually wiped the wound on the dull fur caused by the needle, and continued to sew fur.

It's so delicious!

After sweeping away the fish soup, fish meat and cooked chopped potatoes like a whirlwind, feeling the satisfaction from her body, Jasna, who was a little dazed, praised loudly in her heart, although her face still had no expression!

It is hard to imagine that an old Muggle living alone in the mountains can actually make such a delicious fish soup!

Looking at the empty bottom of the bowl, Jasna, who tried to keep a straight face, moved her lips.

If only, I could have another bowl.

As soon as this thought came up, Jasna ruthlessly extinguished it.

She felt ashamed to be obsessed with food made by a Muggle. Moreover, this fish soup might not be so delicious. It was just an illusion caused by not eating for too long after she was injured!

After thinking this way, Jasna felt a little better.

Standing on tiptoe, she put the soup bowl on the table.

"The fish soup is good--"

Sitting back on the bed, she looked at the old Muggle who was working for a while. Jasuna suddenly said, she raised her chin slightly, but the contempt in her eyes disappeared a lot,

"When I get back to Berlin, I'll give you some more gold--"

As expected, the old Muggle remained silent.

Damn it

Jasuna breathed quickly and felt suffocated.

The sound of howling wind and snow outside the house showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. Jasuna gave up her fantasy and wandered around the house with empty eyes.

Time passed by second by second, and it felt so long.

When she was imprisoned in Azkaban, she was trapped in a narrow stone chamber. The coldness of Azkaban was unmatched by any place. The despair that that terrible prison brought to her was unprecedented, but——

In terms of suffering, the current situation is even more prosperous.

It was as if she was exiled from the world. She didn't know what the situation was like outside. She didn't know if her father had escaped. She didn't know if there would be an Auror knocking on the door at any time. She could only be forced to live with an old Muggle with a weird personality. One room!

Thumb, thump, thump——

The lid of the teapot on the mantelpiece was pushed open by steam, and the sound it made finally made the old Muggle stop working.

"May I have your name?"

Jasuna, who was watching the old Muggle making tea coldly, suddenly asked.

silence.

There is no answer to this question.

"Aren't you curious why I fell into the river?"

There was still silence, but this time the old Muggle shook his head, showing that he was not interested in her experience.

A cup of black tea was handed to her. After hesitating for a moment, Jasuna took the cup.

The old Muggle didn't seem to understand her kindness. After she accepted it, he turned around and poured himself a cup of tea. He pulled the leather he was sewing to the fireplace and baked his feet. While continuing to work.

"actually--"

The old man's numb expression unexpectedly aroused Jasuna's desire to win. She wanted to see this dying old Muggle show some 'wonderful' expression.

"I'm a witch."

Jasuna said, her sharp eyes staring at the old Muggle's profile.

"I know."

After a short silence, under Jasuna's stunned gaze, the old Muggle who only left a side face to Jasuna said calmly in front of the fireplace.