Hogwarts Homecoming

Jasuna squinted her eyes and carefully observed the expressions of several Muggles.

"wizard?"

The young man whose face was covered with scars blinked in confusion, moved his lips and murmured, while the other Muggles also looked dazed.

"That's right--"

Jasuna didn't show any disappointment. She stretched out her hand from under her fur cloak, holding her broken wand.

"I am a professor. I teach at a university in Berlin. At the same time, I also participate in a club at school that specializes in studying supernatural powers-"

Jasuna passed her wand forward so that the villagers could see it more clearly.

"A student in the club discovered this while hiking nearby. After research, we unanimously concluded that this may be a wand, a prop used by wizards to perform magic."

"But--"

The corner of the freckled face's mouth twitched, and he took a serious look at Jasuna's broken wand.

"It looks like a craft"

"There are no wizards in this world, Madam Professor—"

The old man with the brown beard finally laughed,

"Maybe you were teased."

A string of cheerful laughter sounded in the snow, and several villagers were amused by Jasuna's purpose of coming here.

"Oh, really?"

Jasuna showed visible disappointment, but she was secretly relieved.

"I thought I was about to catch the wizard. Have you really never seen a wand? Of course, it may be made of other wood and is in the house of some strange villager?"

"Everyone here is normal, and I'm pretty sure I haven't seen this kind of stick in anyone's house, Madam Professor—"

The brown-bearded man smiled and said,

"Unless that person intentionally hid it from me. Or, this small stick floated along the river to this area."

"That could be the case."

Jasuna said.

It seems that it is unlikely that there is a wizard living in this village. The existence of the anti-Apparition Curse should really be cast by Aurors from the German Ministry of Magic to seal off the entire mountain area.

"Oh, is that why your leg was injured?"

There was a middle-aged woman with braided hair and a slim figure looking at Jasuna sympathetically.

"Oh, that's right. I know, I was obviously a little impulsive."

Jasuna smiled.

"The injury looks serious. You must have fallen from the mountain, right--"

The brown-bearded man stared at the injury on her right leg for a while, then shrugged and said,

"You should be lucky that old Enma saved you. He is very good at dealing with this kind of injuries. If a villager breaks a bone, they will go to him for help——"

"Old Enma didn't tell me that he was a doctor?"

Jasuna asked slightly surprised.

"He doesn't talk much, does he?"

The slender woman smiled and said,

"My father told me when he was still alive that old Enma was not like this when he was young, but after coming off the battlefield, he became taciturn."

"battlefield?"

Jasuna blinked.

"The Second World War half a century ago——"

The freckled young man answered the question first. He said in a slightly regretful tone,

"In the Battle of Berlin, he must have watched many of his comrades die in a hail of bullets!"

"When old Enma was in the army, she was a health soldier."

"Rumor has it that he received an award from that man!"

Several Muggle villagers in front of me also became interested, and they started talking about old Enma's past.

participated in that war.

Jasuna's eyes wandered for a moment, and the questions that had troubled her for several days were initially answered.

The war half a century ago was not only fought by Muggles, but also by the entire European wizarding world!

In fact, the reason why the Muggle world was in a scorched earth was because wizards were fueling the flames. Many wizards even directly joined the Muggle battlefield. So. As a veteran of World War II, Old Enma saw wizards massacring Muggles on the battlefield, or duels between wizards.

Inexplicably, Jasuna felt a little fondness for the old Muggle.

The main promoter of that war was the great Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald, whom his father admired immensely, and the tyrant who was shamed by Muggles was Grindelwald's Muggle ally.

Old Enma fighting for him is equivalent to fighting for the great Gellert Grindelwald on the battlefield in the Muggle world!

What a pity!

Jasuna couldn't help but feel regretful.

On the European battlefield, the Muggles' defeat was largely due to the loss of Grindelwald's support, and everyone knows how Grindelwald failed.

Thinking of this, Jasuna felt a little more indignant in her heart.

If it had been the great Gellert Grindelwald who had won at that time, then she would not have to use such a ridiculous excuse to ask this Muggle if there were any wizards in the village.

"You came across the river just to ask this?"

A handsome face is useful no matter where you are.

The freckled-faced young man noticed Jasuna's regret and disappointment, and thought it was because she failed to find the wizard. He looked at Jasuna earnestly,

"Besides this, is there anything else I can do to help you?"

"oh--"

Jasuna suddenly came to her senses.

She noticed what the young man's flashing eyes meant when he looked at her. When she was pretending to be a professor and teaching in a Muggle university, many male students also looked at her with that look.

"I'm thinking"

It was not difficult for her to disguise herself and make herself more friendly.

She adjusted her expression slightly, and she made herself look much gentler in the eyes of the freckled young man.

"I can't stay here forever. In fact, I only asked for a week's leave from school. I have to rush back to Berlin to work as soon as possible."

Jasna looked at the young man with a little eagerness in her eyes,

"If someone can take me to a nearby town, I also asked old Enma, but as you said, he is not a very easy person to communicate with."

"Go to town?"

The enthusiasm in the eyes of the young man who was eager to show himself in front of Jasna was extinguished, and his expression looked very embarrassed.

Jasna's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes turned to other villagers, and they all remained silent.

"I really have to get back to Berlin as soon as possible-"

Jasna said eagerly,

"If anyone can help me, I am willing to pay him a generous reward!"

"This is not about money, Professor-"

The brown-bearded uncle said solemnly, he turned around and pointed her in a direction.

Jasna looked over and found a dense coniferous forest, and behind the forest, a continuous mountain range was looming in the snow and sand.

"I think you should have come from that direction--"

The brown-bearded uncle said solemnly,

"To get to the nearest town, you have to go through the forest and the mountain, and there is a frozen lake in the middle, dozens of miles of road.

You may encounter an avalanche at any time, and in winter, the beasts that come out to look for food are the most ferocious, which is too dangerous."

Several villagers nodded, and the slender woman pointed to the changing leaden clouds in the sky,

"It may also snow again, and it is not a wise choice to go out now."

Under the villagers' chaotic consolation, Jasna's face gradually darkened.

Without magic, in this isolated mountain forest, her ability to survive is not as good as this group of villagers.

According to the villagers, her leg injury may take one or two months to recover, and by then, it will be the time when the most severe winter comes.

Does that mean she has to stay here until next spring? ! (End of this chapter)