Homecoming from Hogwarts

Puff puff!

The moment the white snow fell, the sled suddenly slid backwards for a distance, and then the reins wrapped around the rock mountain tightened!
The sound of snow flakes hitting the leather mattress covering the frame was like countless ice flakes hitting the sled that sheltered them.

The temperature in the air drops at a rate visible to the naked eye.

When the red charcoal in the stove in the carriage burned out, the carriage was suddenly plunged into pitch darkness.

Faced with such mighty power of heaven and earth, Jasna and the sled dogs surrounding her were trembling all over!

Woo!
The terrible howling of the blizzard was like a thousand female ghosts outside the carriage, wailing miserably at the helpless creatures inside.

Under the impact of the strong wind, the carriage swayed violently from side to side. Once the reins broke, the carriage would be destroyed and people would die!
In the boundless darkness, Jasna hugged tightly the two lead dogs squatting beside her.

The violent panting was like a strenuous exercise, and her trembling heart was tormented by fear. However, a smile appeared on her pale face without a trace of blood. A self-deprecating smile.
Over the years, Jasna has forgotten how many times she has faced life-and-death crises.

She believes that no matter how desperate the crisis is, she will not feel despair.

But her confidence was shattered after she met Amosta Blaine.

That was a mountain that she could never reach. In front of Amosta Blaine, none of her confident magic could work.

That night on the outskirts of Berlin, facing Brian who broke into the base, she could do nothing but watch Brian burn their half century of efforts to ashes!
At this moment, the powerlessness and helplessness lingering in her heart was just like that night when she faced Amosta Blaine, who was judging her crimes with the majesty of a god!

So many sled dogs with cold-resistant fur were huddled together, and the carriage still retained the residual warmth from the extinguished stove, so the cold was far from being enough to take lives.

However, this torment, as if the god of death is waiting by your side, ready to swing his scythe at any time, is more terrifying than facing death head on!
click!
Suddenly, a noise was heard amid the rumbling sound of the wind and snow.

The noise was barely audible, but it sounded like an explosion to Jasna's ears, whose nerves were stretched to the limit, and made the hairs on her body stand up.

Not to mention, the sliding of the carriage made Jasna's heart rise to her throat!

"Enma~"

Jasna shouted in a suffocating voice, and there was even a hint of crying in her tone!

"Um--"

Jasna couldn't understand why, facing such a desperate situation, old Enma's voice was still so steady and peaceful.

However, this calm and peaceful voice did bring her great comfort at this time!

"It's okay, I fixed more than one--"

Old Enma added another sentence.

Crack! Bang!
A branch of a coniferous pine tree broke and was carried by the wind and snow to hit the roof of their car. The very close sound made Jasna's heartbeat, which had been slightly relieved by old Enma's comfort, immediately start to beat again.

In the darkness, a withered hand reached out through the sled dog's dense fur.

The darkness blocked the view, but the fingers still accurately found the position of Jasna's hand and held it tightly.

Jasna's hand trembled, but she did not struggle. Instead, she quietly felt the old hand holding hers.

It was rough and warm, and immediately soothed her panicked heart.

"It's all my fault—"

Jasna bit her lower lip tightly, and her voice sounded like crying.

Old Enma didn't say anything. He let go of Jasna's hand, patted the back of her hand gently, and then held it again.

“Are we going to die here?”

In the darkness, there were crystal tears in the corners of Jasna's eyes, but she was smiling.

Although she couldn't see old Enma's face clearly, during the long silence, Jasna could feel that old Enma was looking at her with a complicated expression.

"Won't--"

Finally, old Enma said,

"We're not going to die."

"Um--"

Jasna nodded slightly. She did not ask why Old Enma was so sure.
"I believe you." The wind and snow grew stronger and stronger, as if to bury the whole world. From the cold touch of her back against the leather mattress, Jasna could tell that the snow had already buried half of the sled.

But she wasn't scared anymore.

Old Enma's hands are really warm.

"I don't hate Muggles that much anymore."

Jasna's tense body relaxed. Her chin rested on the head of the sled dog curled up in her arms. Her pretty face immersed in the darkness had a comfortable smile.

During the days she was trapped here, the question she had been thinking about seemed to have found an answer.

"Let wizards be proud and Muggles be subservient to them."

Jasna raised her head, her eyes penetrated the roof of the car, penetrated the dark space, penetrated the gloomy clouds, and seemed to be able to see the bright sky behind the clouds.

"Wizards are more noble than Muggles. Ugh, that's a funny idea. Right?"

"Ah."

After a few moments of silence, old Enma's voice was heard.

"If my father were still alive, I would hope to convince him to give up his hostility towards Muggles. He would not succeed, and neither would Voldemort. They would end up like Grindelwald--"

Jasna lowered her head, and with her free hand she stroked the sled dog's head.

"I also need to pay for my crimes."

Old Enma's eyes penetrated the darkness and stared at Jasna's depressed face. For a moment, the heart as hard as ice beating in his chest couldn't help but surge with emotions.

cost
Many people should not have to bear such a heavy fate, and it all started with that vain ambition.

The two people in the carriage stopped talking. The only sounds in the dark world were the howling of the blizzard and the occasional whimpering of the sled dogs.

There was no way to tell how long the snow had been falling.

Jasna only remembered that she had taken a nap, and when she woke up, old Enma was driving the sled dogs that were huddled around the stove towards her.

He himself was trying to fill the smoldering stove with charcoal, and he lifted a corner of the curtain at the back of the carriage to let the strong wind suck out the smoke that filled the carriage.

Perhaps because of the smoke, Jasna felt drowsy.

So, after being awake for a while, she fell into sleep again.

After getting used to it, the whistling sound of wind and snow becomes a rare sound that helps you sleep.

She slept for a long time.

The strange, rapid rustling sound did not wake her for a long time, until -
The long howl triggered a chain reaction, and the repeated barking of dogs outside the carriage finally woke her up.

Looking at the curtain that was opened at the back of the carriage, Jasna was dazed for a while before she realized that all the sled dogs surrounding her had got off the carriage, and old Enma had also left the carriage.

I'm alive?

I don't know when, the whistle of risk

It had stopped, and outside the carriage could be heard the messy footsteps of the sled dogs.

"Enma?"

Jasna called out, but received no response.

Jasna frowned slightly.

When she regained consciousness, she quickly became aware of the danger and urgency in the air.

"Enma!"

Jasna called out again, and with great difficulty she moved her stiff body, using her hands and feet to crawl to the back of the carriage.

boom!
The moment she stuck her head out of the car, a loud gunshot rang out! (End of this chapter)