Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 1246 Snow House (Part )
Apart from the faint whistling of the wind and snow outside and the occasional crackling of the burning wood in the fireplace, the cabin was completely quiet without a single sound.

Apparition failed?!

The already haggard Jessica suddenly turned pale without a trace of blood.

After being in a trance for a moment, she quickly gathered her consciousness and tried to Apparate again.

The sense of connection with space does exist, but the body cannot enter the void smoothly. Invisibly, there is a powerful force preventing her from teleporting!

This is undoubtedly the effect of the Anti-Apparition Spell!
After a brief panic, Jasna's expression suddenly became fierce, and her murderous eyes stared at the old Muggle's turbid eyes.

This old Muggle lied. He is actually a wizard. He just saved himself for some unknown reason and concealed his identity?
This thought flashed through Jasna's mind. She had lived in the dark side of the European magic world for ten years and knew that people's hearts were treacherous. However,
Her eyes were cast over the old Muggle's weathered face, and her inner guess became less certain.

It seemed that this was indeed just an ordinary Muggle. She could feel that there was no magic in the withered body of this old Muggle.

Who could have blocked off the mountains and disallowed Apparition? The German Ministry of Magic?
Another thought popped into Jasna's mind, making her look suspicious.

This is indeed a possibility.

Because of their crimes in breaking into Extar, the German Ministry of Magic did not hesitate to block the nearby mountains and search the land and sea, trying to find the Death Eaters who might not have escaped. Or, the criminals who survived the mountain torrents and were not rescued by her fellow Death Eaters and had to hide in the mountains.

This guess is reasonable.

The situation is undoubtedly dire.

She lost contact with her father and she didn't even know if he was still alive.

Without her wand, she had no one to rely on, and the Anti-Apparition Charm also prevented her from leaving the Muggle village.

"I ask you--"

After a long silence, Jasna looked at the old Muggle who was already sitting at the table eating bland boiled potatoes.
"Can you help me get out of here and to the nearest town? I need to take a bus to Berlin."

After a pause, Jasna added coldly,
"If you can send me there, I can. I mean, when I get home, I can send you a large sum of money, enough for you to live a decent and comfortable retirement life in Berlin."

"There's snow, so we can't go."

The old Muggle just ate his potatoes silently, his tone not changing at all because of the money that he could not get at all.

Jasna glared at the old Muggle angrily, gritted her teeth.

This old-fashioned Muggle didn't seem to want to pay attention to her, and every time he spoke, it was just a few words.

Her chest heaved a few times, and Jasna looked around the small room she was in, and her anger gradually subsided.

It was obvious that this old Muggle had no family and had probably lived alone for many years.

Moreover, he should be a solitary guy.

I just woke up and opened the door to take a look. In this Muggle gathering place deep in the mountains, the few houses are all on the other side of the river. Only this old Muggle lives on this side of the river. It is very likely that he does not usually communicate with his neighbors.

That's why he looks so depressed, because he may not even utter a few words in a year.

squeak-
The old Muggle ate half of the four boiled potatoes and then stood up.

Under Jasna's gloomy and vigilant gaze, he opened the door and walked out of the room.

The bone-chilling ice and snow immediately poured into the room. Jasna, struck by the chill, fell down on the bed and shivered.

After being out for less than half a minute, the old Muggle came back with a white cloak on his body. But he didn't care about the snow on his body, nor the angry glare of the girl on the bed. He walked to the corner, opened the tanned furs, and rummaged through the wooden box.

After a moment, he found a file and began to sharpen the edge of the axe he had retrieved from the shed.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle--
The sharp and piercing noise even made the small candle flame in the oil lamp tremble.

Jasna sat motionless on the bed, staring at the old Muggle who disgusted her.

After ten agonizing minutes, the old Muggle stood up again with the axe in his hand, glanced at the two boiled potatoes left on the table, and left the house again.

This time, he closed the door, and after a while, there were bang, bang, bang sounds coming from outside the house.

Jasna kept looking at the old Muggle with a cold and hard gaze until he left the house. Noisy knocking sounds were heard in the howling wind and snow.

The sharpness in her eyes faded away and turned into dejection.

We must find a way to leave here as soon as possible!

Staring at the dim pine house in a daze, this thought swirled in Jasna's mind.

Not to mention how painful it is to get along with this lonely and somewhat weird old Muggle.

The Auror who might appear at any time was also a heavy mountain weighing on her heart.

But is there any way to help her out of her current predicament?
Jasna's sleeves trembled, and the broken wand appeared in her palm.

A wizard without a wand is like a beast without claws and teeth, basically losing his threat.

Granted, there are techniques like wandless spellcasting.

However, compared to silent casting, wandless casting is more difficult. Even a wizard like her can only perform some scary tricks without a wand, which will not have any effect at all.

Even she couldn't handle this old Muggle with an axe.

Moreover, the injury to her right leg required her to rest and not take any risks, unless she wanted to be a cripple on crutches for the rest of her life.

There probably wasn't an owl in the Muggle village that could send letters for her, and even if there was, she wouldn't dare use it.

Since there is an anti-Apparition spell blocking this place, any means used by wizards are unsafe.

It is more reliable to use the Muggle method.

Thinking of this, Jasna sighed, staring at the blurry glass window with helplessness in her eyes.

The bad-tempered old Muggle refused her request to take her to the nearest town because of the fierce snowstorm.

That's not exactly an excuse.

Although I don't know where this village is exactly, I guess it is quite a distance away from the nearest town.

For Muggles, going out in such bad weather is indeed a very dangerous thing. There is a high probability that they will get lost in the wild and then freeze to death in the blizzard.

Perhaps there is an optimistic scenario.

The Aurors from the German Ministry of Magic stopped searching the woods and lifted the Anti-Apparition Charm.

If so, she only needs to wait quietly, but should she leave her fate to unpredictable luck?
(End of this chapter)