Hogwarts Homecoming

"You don't know Grindelwald, he is the greatest wizard who ever lived!"

Jasuna frowned and glared at Old Enma angrily.

"He did many wonderful things, and he almost fulfilled his promise, if he hadn't been stopped by that Muggle-loving Dumbledore!"

"The Führer promised to make the German nation the greatest nation."

Old Enma actually burst into laughter,

"But he really only did one thing - kill."

Jasuna opened her mouth to refute, but when the words reached her lips, she swallowed them again.

First of all, after all, old Enma is a Muggle, and Gellert Grindelwald's goal is to enslave Muggles. For the sake of old Enma saving her life, she is willing to give him some dignity.

Secondly, she is not as committed to this goal as before.

It was a very cruel mental journey to figure this out.

She had to admit that in the past ten years, what she had been fighting for was her father's dream, not her own wish.

She is like a machine without emotions, but the person controlling her no longer inputs instructions, and she becomes at a loss.

Her father taught her magic and how to survive in the darkness, but he did not teach her how to find her own purpose in life.

Jasuna lost the desire to speak and roasted the venison in silence, while Old Enma went to deal with the whole reindeer skin she had stripped off for him.

There is no time in this isolated village.

After spending the first two days, Jasuna was too lazy to count the time. By the time she finished roasting the venison and old Enma's favorite potatoes, the outside of the house was completely soaked in darkness, and she couldn't see her fingers.

After enjoying dinner, Old Enma continued to tan the deer hide without much rest.

Looking at the attentive old man in front of the fireplace, Jasuna felt a little admiration in her heart.

During the few days here, every move of Old Enma fell into her eyes.

In addition to eating and resting, no matter what time, old Enma never rested for a moment. He could always find something to do for himself.

Perhaps this is the secret why he has not been driven crazy by loneliness after living alone for half a century.

After thinking about it, Jasuna also started to process the remaining venison.

She continued to use cutting spells.

Without the wand, it becomes very difficult to cast this little magic spell.

However, this kind of difficulty is a rare pleasure for her now.

No longer anxious, I devoted myself wholeheartedly to it. With repeated attempts, the wandless casting of the cutting spell gradually became smoother and more comfortable.

call!

Maybe only a few dozen minutes passed, maybe a few hours passed.

When a complete reindeer skeleton appeared in front of her, Jasuna exhaled happily, her heart filled with indescribable joy.

This kind of joy is just like the inner satisfaction she felt when she was praised by her father many years ago after working hard to master the first magic spell.

The magic power was consumed a lot and her body was very tired, but her spirit was still very strong.

"I can help you cut wood--"

Jasuna didn't notice the hint of showoff in her voice when she said this to old Enma.

In order to prove her ability, she raised her hand and swept through the air, only to see a hazy air blade passing through. The swaying square table suddenly lost a corner, and the fracture was neat!

"Tomorrow -"

Old Enma glanced at the corner of the table and said calmly,

"It's bedtime."

The trace of pride that rose at the corner of Jasuna's mouth was suppressed. Perhaps because he was a soldier in the past, Old Enma's living habits have always been very regular.

The oil lamps hanging on the beams were extinguished, and the strong flames in the fireplace provided warmth and light to the quiet cabin, fighting against the coldness of the entire world.

Today was the most tiring day for Jasuna in the few days she had been here. Although she was still very energetic before going to bed, after she lay down, her soft breathing could be heard in the room soon.

Old Enma, who was leaning on the fireplace and covered with a mattress, slowly opened her eyes.

He silently looked at Jasuna, whose fair face was dancing with golden fire. For a long time, the turbidity in her eyes seemed to dissipate, and the curve of her lips became gentle.

Maybe another week has passed, maybe half a month has passed.

In the darkness time and time again, Jasuna gradually got used to the life here.

Jasuna never thought that a simple cutting spell could bring her so much pleasure.

She no longer had nothing to do.

Although her leg injury prevented her from following Old Enma to the woods to find the fallen tree trunks, she could stay in the shed to help split the trunks.

In addition, her cutting spell can also cut through frozen ice.

The fish that lack oxygen due to the ice seal will always jump out of the gap she made, fall on the ice and be quickly frozen.

Therefore, she can harvest a lot of fish every day.

At night, she and old Enma used the fireworks in the fireplace to smoke the fish. They also smoke reindeer meat.

In addition, Old Enma is trying to modify his sled these days to increase the bearing capacity of the cargo compartment and legs.

Therefore, Jasuna also used the cutting spell to help Old Enma do some fine carpentry work.

She was gradually able to experience the unspeakable joy from this simple life.

Of course, the worries in her heart didn't completely disappear.

She began to like looking up at the sky.

Not that there is anything worth admiring in the gloomy sky, which is always covered with scattered snowflakes.

However, she was worried that suddenly, several Aurors flying in from the sky looking for fugitives.

Looking at old Enma who was sewing the finally dried reindeer skin into the overly large mattress, Jasuna suddenly felt a sad emotion in her heart.

If the Aurors did catch her, whether they caught him in the village or not, they would grill her about her experiences these days.

They would definitely use the Cruciatus Curse and Veritaserum on her.

It wasn't that she was afraid of these torture methods, but if she spoke out, the Aurors would definitely send people over to clean up the memories of all the villagers who had come into contact with her.

Old Enma would forget herself, leaving her alone in the cold prison to miss this time that gave her true peace of mind.

"Have you ever thought about living somewhere else, old Enma?"

Jasuna, who had been silent for a while, suddenly asked,

"I mean, move to the other side of the river and live with other people, or... move to Berlin, somewhere else in the country?"

"No."

Old Enma buried her head and said.

"Why?"

Jasuna's tone was a little more eager.

Old Enma put down the mattress, slowly turned her head to look at Jasuna, and smiled calmly,

"I need to atone for the killings I have done." (End of Chapter)