Homecoming from Hogwarts

Well!
What woke up Jasna wasn't the incessant banging noises outside the house.

It was not the howling cold wind, nor the "dong dong dong" sound of something outside the house knocking on the wall where the head of the bed she was lying on was leaning against.

Just pain.

The pain woke her from her slumber.

She opened her sleepy eyes, and the first thing that caught her eye was a blur, as if there were several layers of gray gauze hanging in front of her eyes.

While blinking hard to see her surroundings clearly, Jasna tried to support herself on the soft mattress with her elbows in an attempt to sit up.

But unfortunately, both of her intentions failed.

The blurriness in her vision was so stubborn that no matter how often she blinked, the haziness never faded away.

If it weren't for her keen perception that her vision was indeed brighter after repeated attempts, she would have believed that her eyesight had suffered an irreparable damage.

She couldn't sit up either.

When she tried to mobilize her body strength to use on her arms, the soreness and numbness in her muscles made her whimper in pain.

Even with her strong will, she could not control the pain.

However, this pain was not the kind of piercing pain like a needle prick that she was currently experiencing in her right calf, which was caused by lying in bed for too long.

After gasping twice, Jasna stopped struggling.

After sleeping for too long, her consciousness became a little confused, but her memory recovered much faster than her body.

She was still alive; that was the first thing she could be sure of.

A second before she fainted, roaring flames and sharp curse lights filled her shaking vision.

But as tons of boulders fell one after another, the cowardly roars of the Aurors of the German Ministry of Magic, his father, the crazy laughter of that woman Bellatrix, and the harassing cries of those cowardly Death Eaters all faded away, and darkness fell.

How did she survive?

Lying on the bed, Jasna thought about this question quietly.

However, she couldn't give herself an answer.

The first thing to rule out is the possibility that the Aurors from the German Ministry of Magic dug her out.

The Aurors might indeed be able to save her, but they would never be able to arrange a soft bed for her, considerately cover her with thick bedding, and then quietly wait for her to wake up.

Considering what she had done, the Aurors most likely used the Cruciatus Curse to wake her up after taking her back to the Ministry.

Thinking of this, Jasna smiled coldly in her heart.

After all, Aurors are the same as them. They will never show mercy to their enemies.

There was no way his father or the Death Eaters had saved her life.

She had a keen sense of smell and there was indeed a man's scent in the air, but it was not anyone she knew.

So who could it be?

Jasna was eager to know the answer to this question.

In terms of universal human values, she is a bad person, but her communications follow certain rules.

She will erase the memory of the man who saved her life, and then give him a sum of gold as a reward.

After I regained consciousness, the banging sounds coming from the bed outside sounded particularly noisy.

The vibration of the wall at the head of the bed also made her feel uncomfortable.

She moved her body little by little, trying to get herself moving as quickly as possible.

The pain in her right leg actually gave her strength, and before long, she found that she could slowly move her arms.

Her vision has also recovered a lot, but it is still a little blurry.

Well!
Gritting her teeth, Jasna endured the tingling pain in her right leg and the throbbing nerves, and sat up with difficulty. It was like a difficult battle, and by the time she achieved her goal, her temples were already soaked with sweat.

A wooden house.

The area is very small, about the same size as the house that belonged to the naive Muggle named Fraser that Aeschylus lived in when he was on a mission in London.
The thought that popped into her mind made Jasna frown slightly.

It was ridiculous that she should allow the name of Aeschylus's failed Obscurus to reappear in her mind.

Shaking her head gently to clear the hair from her eyes, Jasna began to look around the room.

A pine log house. The four walls of the house are made of stacked pine logs of uniform thickness, and the gaps between each pine log are sealed with soil covered with ferns to ensure that no cold wind can invade the house.

Next to the door, leaning against the oily lattice window is a square table with a pine board as its top. Over the years, the top of the table has also been stained with oil, and the legs supporting the table are also twisted at a certain angle. It seems that the life of the entire table is coming to an end.

There was an oil lamp hanging on the beam in the room, and its dim light was not even as bright as holding a handful of fireflies in the palm of your hand.

In contrast, the flames from the burning wood in the mud-brick fireplace were bright.

Jasna glanced at the fireplace some more.

The smoke outlet of the fireplace was a cylinder made of rough iron sheets, formed at a right angle, one side of which was connected to the hearth and the other side led to the outside of the house through a hole in the pine wall.

The ugly fireplace was not worthy of her attention, but an iron pot on the mantelpiece, from which steam was rising, made her gaze a little more eager.

With difficulty, Jasna withdrew her gaze.

Although I was very hungry, it was obviously more important to understand my surroundings.

She looked past the fireplace and the small pile of wood beside it to the opposite corner of the house.

The homeowner's belongings were piled there.

An old hunting rifle that looked very old was hung on the wall, and the wooden box under the rifle contained items such as axes, chisels, and saws.

In addition, there was a messy pile of animal skins that had been cleaned, dried and tanned.

The homeowner's hunting level is not too high.

After taking a few deep looks at the fur, Jasna came to a conclusion.

There were no furs of large wild animals such as bears and tigers. The only coats made of musk skin were covering him.

Jasna frowned again.

Everything in her vision proved one thing: she was now a guest in a Muggle's 'home'.

This judgment made Jasna feel a little uncomfortable.

Although the warmth in the room, the aroma of food and the lingering scent of a strange man did not make her feel physically disgusted, it did make her feel a little uncomfortable psychologically.

She lifted the mattress and her expression changed immediately.

A wand that should have been placed at the head of her bed was brought to her.

This wand did belong to her, but it was broken.

Picking up the still warm wand, Jasna's eyes were filled with a hint of heartache.

This wand was given to her by her father and was the work of Gregorovitch, the finest wand maker in Germany. She learned her first magic with it.

In the following ten years, no matter how dangerous the situation was, this maple wood wand containing unicorn tail hair was very reliable to help her get through the crisis.

This was her most reliable partner, but he was killed in this mission.

Jasna took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress the grief in her heart for the loss of her closest comrade.

It was her father's idea to save the people imprisoned in Ekstad, and she shouldn't question it.

Jasna didn't dwell on why she changed her clothes to sleep, but her original robe was nowhere to be found.

If the Muggle who saved his life really had dug him out from under a pile of rocks, then the clothes would certainly be useless.

Lifting the quilt, she looked at her right foot with a cold expression.

Her right foot was wrapped in a thick bandage and had splints on both sides. Perhaps because she did not move unconsciously while sleeping, the splints were a little crooked, which affected her broken foot. A gorgeous blood flower was blooming on the white bandage.

This injury is not worth worrying about.

Now, what urgently needs to be figured out is how much time has passed since that night, where she is now, and who saved her?

Her right foot is unusable, but fortunately, her left foot and both arms are still intact.

Jasna got out of bed gently, put her hands on the square table not far from the bed, and supported her body with her left foot.

Through the greasy window, one could only see a white haze outside.

Jasna approached the door slowly and with difficulty. Standing behind the door, she took two deep breaths, and then suddenly opened it.

The wind and snow from the entire world rolled back in.
(End of this chapter)