Hogwarts Homecoming

Nancysman Street, London.

In a dirty land adjacent to the residential area, the meandering river is hidden in the thin mist. Weeds are overgrown on both sides of the river, and garbage is piled up.

The tall chimney left by an abandoned mill is the tallest building in the nearby residential area. Under the low night sky, the chimney stands tall, eerie and ominous.

There was no sound everywhere, only the dark river water whimpering in the middle of the night, and there was no sign of life. Only a lean fox secretly stayed on the river bank, sniffing hopefully at a few fried fish and fish among the deep weeds. Fried potato chips wrapper

At this time, with a soft popping sound, a slender figure wearing a hood appeared out of thin air by the river. The fox was stunned, staring at this new strange figure with a pair of alert eyes.

Stopping in place, the new figure's gaze fell on a wall beside her that was covered with bizarre graffiti, looking for some kind of mark in those patterns that had no art or logic at all. After a while, she found herself Information you want to confirm.

After nodding with satisfaction, the woman in a gray trench coat looked around to make sure no one was noticing, and then quickly walked into a cobblestone alley.

This is an alley extending in all directions. The narrow alley, flickering street lights and almost identical dilapidated houses on both sides will give people the illusion that no matter how long they walk, they feel like they are standing still.

But the woman in the gray trench coat had a clear goal. She walked quickly through the alley, and the sound of her footsteps was particularly harsh in the silence. She walked through alley after alley, seemingly unconcerned about the evil that might breed in this mostly dark Muggle neighborhood.

In this way, the woman in the windbreaker came to the depths of the maze composed of broken brick houses, and stopped in front of a house with broken windows and boarded up boards.

Looking around, there are not many rooms with lights on in this area, and the house in front of me does not have the light of electric lights. You can only find it when you get closer. The room is flashing with oil-soaked gauze and nails. The wooden boards dimmed much of the candlelight.

The woman in the trench coat stood in front of the door for a moment to calm down the breathing disorder caused by the rush. Then she knocked on the wooden door with a layer of paper pulp attached to the surface at a specific frequency.

"Come in, Jasna, you know I'm the only one here—"

A frivolous voice then came from the house.

This is a house that looks the same on the outside. Most of the paint on the walls inside the house has been left in a dark and humid environment for a long time and has turned to dust. Even the slightest vibration when the door is opened turns the peeling paint into dust. fall.

It only had a living room, bedroom, kitchen and toilet in an area of ​​about twenty square meters. There was a gas stove under the wall near the window. The trash can next to the stove was filled with moldy and rotten potatoes. , and next to the bed opposite the entrance door is a toilet that is still cracked from the root.

Don't expect to find furnishings such as a sofa or a TV in a room like this. A coffee table with a sloping foot in the center of the room but with a complete lacquer finish is the last dignity of the room.

After entering the room, Jasna finally took off the hood she was wearing. The hair curled up in the hood reached to her shoulders and neck. Even in the weak candlelight, her shiny brown curly hair fell down on her shoulders.

She took a few glances at the environment in the room and ignored the person who had made the sound before. She leaned against the head of the bed with her feet crossed on the edge of the bed and was reading a Muggle magazine that mostly featured sexy women in lingerie. Instead, his eyes fell on a middle-aged man standing in the corner like a clothes hanger.

It is not too accurate to say that he is middle-aged. Judging from the delicateness of the skin on the man's wrists and neck, this man seems to be in his twenties. However, the sloppy shirt and stubble make it easy to misjudge his age. age.

Jasna strolled up to the man standing upright like a clothes hanger, and carefully looked at the man's gray skin, and only the bloodshot whites of his eyes were turned up, as if he was admiring something. piece of handicraft.

"Nice workmanship, Aeschylus--"

After a moment, Jasna's lips moved, revealing a contemptuous smile.

"Oh, thank you--"

The blond young man named Aeschylus said in a nonchalant tone. He was already obsessed with the majestic ravines in those magazines.

"I really don't quite understand--"

Jasna withdrew her gaze, clasped her hands behind her back, and gracefully turned around in the narrow room. Her plump crotch brought out the extremely alluring curves, and Aeschylus seemed to Like a cat that smelled the fishy smell, she sat up straight and looked greedily at Jasina's twisting buttocks wrapped in dark blue tight jeans.

Looking at the room again, she moved her gaze away from the cracked toilet as if she had been burned. There was deep disgust in her cold eyes.

"How on earth do these Muggles tolerate such terrible conditions?"

"Nothing surprising-"

Gulu——

Aeschylus swallowed;

"Beasts do have extraordinary tolerance in this regard--"

Aeschylus said, still staring at Jasna with lustful eyes.

"If you dare to look at me like that again, I'll make you just like this Muggle, Aeschylus -"

Jasna finally no longer tolerated Aeschylus's offensive look. Her face was covered with frost, and the wand under her sleeves was looming.

As if he realized that Jasna was not lying, Aeschylus looked away reluctantly, but then he immediately put up the magazine in his hand.

"What on earth are you doing here?"

Aeschylus asked lazily while admiring the hot Muggle women in the magazine.

"Believe me, Aeschylus, I don't want to see you unless necessary -"

Jasna stood up straight, and the rise and fall of her chest tightened the black turtleneck sweater on her upper body.

"Mr. Raman asked me to ask you -"

Jasna's sharp eyes seemed to penetrate the magazine, looking directly at Aeschylus' cyan face,

"How did you complete your mission? Did you send that thing?"

"What do you think?"

Aeschylus turned a page of the magazine, and he seemed to see something exciting again, and his crossed legs shook excitedly.

"If that's the case, why are you still here?"

Jasina's voice suddenly turned cold,

"You don't think it's safe to hide here. Even if the British Ministry of Magic only has a bunch of idiots left, they can still trace it here. Or do you think that Albus Dumbledore and Amosta ·Bryan will watch that mudblood warrior die without finding out who is behind it?"

"Don't be nervous, Jasna—"

Realizing that he could not go down leisurely, Aeschylus sighed as if resigned to his fate. He rolled up the magazine into a ball and put it in his pocket. After rubbing his red eyes, he jumped out of bed and stretched.

"Hogwarts is on vacation right now. That Hermione Granger wants to get our 'gift', she will have to wait for at least a week -"

"If she stayed in school, maybe she would--"

"I played a little trick -"

Aeschylus picked up his jacket from the end of the bed and said with a little pride,

"That thing will not be officially given out until school starts--"

Jasna paused for a moment before continuing,

"Now that you have completed the task assigned by Mr. Raman, leave quickly. It would be a strange thing if the British Ministry of Magic did not seal the border next. According to the information we have, Amosta Brain and Karkus Foley has a lot of connections, which may mean that the smuggling route we originally used is no longer safe——"

"oh--"

Aeschylus raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, thank you, Jasna, you gave me a heads up -"

Under Jasna's doubtful gaze, Aeschylus narrowed his blue eyes slightly and smiled jokingly,

"Maybe I can leave some more surprises for them."