Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 1247 Snow House (IV)
call!
Suddenly throwing aside the quilt, Jasna jumped up from the bed, raised her wand with murderous intent, and prepared to give a thundering blow to the Auror from the German Ministry of Magic who came to hunt her down!
just
After her hazy vision quickly cleared up, Jasna was shocked to find that there was no Auror from the Ministry of Magic in front of her, nor was there any explosion or fire.

There was only an old Muggle who looked at her strange behavior with cloudy eyes.

Is it a dream?

Jasna was stunned for a moment and immediately turned her gaze to the window.

The gray light that was behind the foggy glass earlier has disappeared, and now there is a deep darkness behind the dirty glass window.

Night has fallen, but the whistling sound of the wind and snow has not disappeared.

Is she asleep?
Slowly, Jasna sat down, wiped the cold sweat from her temples, and then buried her face with her outstretched hands.

She had been thinking about how to get out of her current predicament, but after thinking hard for a long time, she still couldn't think of any practical way.

Unexpectedly, she fell asleep again.

After a heavy sigh in his heart, the face covered by his hands became more confused.

Ever since leaving my grandfather, I have followed my father to travel around the wizarding world of various European countries, striving to realize the lofty and great ideal of wizards being able to live in the world with their heads held high without having to hide their faces in front of Muggles.

She had survived many life-or-death crises with only one failure, when she was arrested by Amos Tower Blaine.

Each of these crises she experienced could be said to be more dangerous than the current situation, but never before had she been as confused as she is now.

Is my father still alive?
Her father - the wise and brave man who saved her from hunger, cold and humiliation, gave her a home, and taught her magic step by step.

Her inner hope was that if she could survive, then her wiser father could as well.

But reason told her that she was lucky to survive.

There is no logic to luck.

A rustling sound came into Jasna's ears, and she knew that the old Muggle sitting in the corner with a needle, seemingly sewing those small pieces of fur together, was doing something else.

Out of wariness of him, Jasna lowered her hands that were covering her face.

She opened her eyes with her head down, and then was stunned.

Her right leg
She clearly remembered that because she was struggling unconsciously in a coma, the splint on her leg was crooked, and blood was oozing from the wound.

But now, two splints firmly fixed her calves, and there was no trace of blood on the bandage.

Suddenly, Jasna realized something else.

When she was thinking about how to escape, she was exhausted and fell directly on the bed, but when she woke up, she was covered with the quilt again.

"Try--"

Under Jasna's dazed gaze, the old Muggle came up to her with a wooden bowl in his hand, expressionless.

It was a bowl of milky white soup. The small pieces floating on the surface of the soup should be the boiled potatoes that she had ignored before and chopped up and thrown into the soup.

Twitching her nose, Jasna looked at the wooden-faced old Muggle in surprise, and her expression changed subtly.

It's fish soup!
so.
Under the dim light, Jasna's eyes flickered a few times.

Before, the old Muggle didn't go outside to chop wood again, but was he knocking on the river surface that was quickly freezing in the extremely cold weather?

Jasna lowered her eyes and looked at the old Muggle's legs and feet, and indeed found traces of being soaked by river water.

The old Muggle raised the wooden bowl again, and Jasna took it subconsciously.

Looking at the fish and potatoes floating in the soup, Jasna fell into a trance again.

Fish stew with potatoes
This is really a combination full of evil taste. If it were in the past, she would not try this kind of "dark cuisine", but now, the soup with a few faint drops of oil has a fatal attraction to her.

Almost every cell in her body was shouting, ordering her to finish the bowl of fish soup!
Guru
Unconsciously, Jasna swallowed.

She glanced guiltily at the old Muggle who had brought her the fish soup and then returned to the corner to sew fur under the dim oil lamp, and pursed her lips.
Then, it got out of hand.

Hearing the slurping sound coming from the other side of the room, the old Muggle turned his head and calmly looked at the young girl who buried her head in the bowl. He blinked, and then casually wiped the wound caused by the needle on the dull fur and continued to sew the fur.

So delicious!

After she finished the fish soup, fish meat and cooked chopped potatoes like a whirlwind, feeling the satisfaction coming from her body, Jasna, with a dazed look in her eyes, praised loudly in her heart, although there was still no expression on her face!
It’s hard to imagine that an old Muggle living alone in the mountains can make such a delicious bowl of fish soup!

Looking at the empty bottom of the bowl, Jasna, who was trying to keep a straight face, moved her lips.

It would be nice if I could have another bowl.

As soon as this thought came to mind, it was ruthlessly suppressed by Jasna.

She felt ashamed to be obsessed with food made by a Muggle. Moreover, the fish soup might not be that delicious. It was just an illusion caused by not having eaten for a long time after her injury!

After thinking about this, Jasna felt a little better.

Standing on tiptoe, she placed the soup bowl on the table.

“Nice fish soup--”

Sitting back on the bed, she looked at the old Muggle doing his work for a while, and suddenly said, she raised her chin slightly, but the contempt in her eyes disappeared a lot,
"When we get back to Berlin, I'll give you some more gold--"

As expected, the old Muggle said nothing.

damn it
Jasna breathed rapidly and felt suffocated.

The howling sound of the wind and snow outside the house showed no sign of stopping in the short term. Jasna gave up her fantasy and wandered around the house with empty eyes.

Time passes by second by second, and it feels so long.

When she was imprisoned in Azkaban, she was trapped in a narrow stone room. The coldness of Azkaban was incomparable to any other place. The despair that terrible prison brought her was unprecedented, but -
If we talk about suffering, the current situation is even worse.

It was as if she was exiled from the world. She had no idea what the situation was like outside, whether her father had escaped, or whether an Auror would knock on the door at any time. She was forced to stay in the same room with an old Muggle with a weird personality!
Thump, thump, thump——
The lid of the teapot on the mantelpiece was pushed open by the steam, and the sound finally made the old Muggle stop his work.

"What's your name?"

Jasna, who was watching the old Muggle making tea with a cold eye, suddenly asked.

silence.

This question went unanswered.

"Aren't you curious about why I fell into the river?"

There was still silence, but this time, the old Muggle shook his head, showing that he was not interested in her experience.

A cup of black tea was handed to her. After hesitating for a moment, Jasna took the teacup.

But the old Muggle did not seem to understand her good intentions. After she accepted it, he turned around and poured himself a cup of tea. He then pulled the leather he was sewing to the fireplace and continued working while warming his feet.

"actually--"

The old man's numb expression unexpectedly aroused Jasna's desire to win. She wanted to see this dying old Muggle show some 'exciting' expressions.

"I am a witch."

Jasna said, her sharp eyes fixed on the old Muggle's profile.

"I know."

After a brief silence, under Jasna's astonished gaze, the old Muggle, who only showed his side profile to Jasna, spoke calmly in front of the fireplace.

(End of this chapter)