Homecoming from Hogwarts

"Ah, that's it, thank you so much, Percy!"

Remus blinked, then immediately understood and looked pleased, and began to open the file bag eagerly.

Not only Percy was curious about the file bag, but even Sirius, who was chatting with Amelia with great interest, stretched his head and asked curiously,

"What is that, Remus?"

"Oh, you know how short-handed I am here, Sirius—"

Remus opened the seal and took out a thick stack of parchment with great effort, saying,
"We not only lack skilled workers, we also lack high-end talents - R&D personnel who are good at alchemy, and business personnel who are good at communication and negotiation.
But you know, most of the outstanding graduates of Hogwarts are absorbed by the Ministry of Magic, and it is difficult to find enough talents in the UK.

I have tried to hire people from other workshops with high salaries. It is also difficult. Most of them are direct descendants of wizard families. They will not leave for gold. I picked them out from thousands of resumes. Excellent talents can take on more important responsibilities after training. For example, they can be responsible for market development, handling business affairs, dealing with the Ministry of Magic of various countries, etc.
Amelia, I'm afraid you will need to send this young man a notice of employment and ask them to come back within three days. Oh, damn, Amosta is too tight--"

With a loud bang, the parchments in the file bag were thrown everywhere by Remus. Percy, who was listening to Remus's chatter attentively, was startled by the flying parchments and took a step back. He subconsciously grabbed a piece of parchment with a strange trajectory, as if it was deliberately thrown at his face.

"Oh, that's too bad—"

Remus blinked his tired eyes, pulled out his wand and waved it at the parchments that were flying everywhere. Then, the scattered resumes returned to his hands like tired birds returning to their nests, leaving only one in Percy's hand.

"Thank you, Percy--"

Remus said casually, he stretched out his hand to pull at the parchment that Percy was holding in front of him, but, instead of pulling it -
"Percy?"

Remus asked in confusion, putting some force on his hand but it still didn't twitch.

The parchment blocked Percy's face, and Remus couldn't see his expression. He turned his head to avoid the obstruction of the parchment, but when he saw the tearful face, Remus was stunned.

Holborn, London.

Pushing open the window, a breeze that dispelled the heat rushed into the room, ruffling a few strands of chestnut curly hair that rested on the white collarbone with creamy skin.

Fortunately, the rental area far away from the commercial center has not been polluted by the city’s neon lights. Late at night, the neat small buildings are also pitch black, which gives the faint starlight a chance to break through the blockade and fall into the girl’s bright eyes.

A slight sigh sounded in harmony with the breeze, and a slightly melancholy gaze fell on a pot of blooming cherry blossoms that was swaying slightly on the windowsill.

There was great resistance to coming to London to work, because everyone in the family wanted her to stay in Gloucestershire to help manage the family farm and fall in love with the silly son of the farmer who owned a larger piece of land next to her farm.

Normally, she should have succumbed in the end, but a job advertisement posted in the Daily Prophet saved her from her suffocating life.

A very respectable job, with a salary and generous treatment that even her stubborn family would hesitate to pay, gave her the opportunity to step into London again.
After a long negotiation, she finally got her family's consent to try her luck at the workshop for an interview, but if she was not accepted, she would have to return to Gloucestershire immediately and stay on that deserted farm for the rest of her life.

A week had passed since the interview ended. The confidence that the interviewer's satisfied smile had given her when she left had become increasingly fading. Now, every hour spent was an unbearable torture for her.

Should I write a letter to Professor Lupin?

The girl bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes falling on the spread-out letter paper and the quill pen filled with ink on the desk beside her.

This idea did not just come to her mind. In the past three days, she had been hesitating whether to write a letter to Professor Lupin.

The shock of the former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor becoming the head of a well-known workshop had disappeared long before when she saw the recruitment information of the workshop in the Daily Prophet and hesitated whether to submit her resume. Now she was hesitant about whether to "go through the back door"?
During the interview, the serious interviewer emphasized in his introduction to the workshop that their workshop places special emphasis on "fairness" and that if he were able to work in the workshop, he would also need to pay attention to this.

And the attempt that he was struggling with was obviously not related to fairness.

After a long silence, the girl left the windowsill and sat down at the desk.

There was already a line of words on the unfolded letter paper. The girl stared at the line of words for a long time, and finally crumpled the letter paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can at her feet. Then, she took out a brand new piece of letter paper from the drawer.

The moon quietly climbed up to the sky and fell to the other side. The small but warm room was filled with breeze, but before I knew it, it had become the last light among thousands of lights.

The words on the letter paper still haven't broken through the first line, and the wastebasket at the girl's feet is already filled with discarded paper balls.

A strong gust of wind blew, and the light blue cotton curtains rustled in the wind. At the same time, the sound of violent brakes and farewells came into my ears.

How come there are still people here so late?

The girl's misty eyes left the letter paper and looked out the window in a daze, and found that her pot of cherry grass had been blown down by the strong wind just now, and was sandwiched between the two iron bars of the anti-theft window, shaking.

"Oh--"

The girl gave a short exclamation, left her seat and walked quickly to the window sill, finally saving the delicate cherry blossom before it fell downstairs. Before she could sigh in relief, she caught a glimpse of the rapidly departing taillights from the corner of her eye, and her face changed.
"Knight Bus?"

She quickly leaned over to look downstairs, but the guy from the departing Knight Bus had already walked into the building. She couldn't see who it was.

Is there a wizard here?
The girl frowned slightly and hugged the pot of cherry blossom grass tightly.

Although she had always lived in the countryside, she knew about the recent tense situation in the British wizarding world through letters between classmates and the Daily Prophet. She had also heard about the terrifying things that Professor Dumbledore had preached to people at Hogwarts, and this was one of the most important reasons why her mother didn't want her to leave the countryside.

Thump, thump, thump——
The girl took off her shoes and ran to the clothes rack. She took out the wand from the pocket of the wizard robe hanging on the hanger in a hurry. Then, she slowly retreated to the window, waved the wand to turn off the desk lamp, and stared outside the door vigilantly.

The room suddenly fell into a depressing silence. The girl could only hear her own heavy breathing and the hurried footsteps approaching in the corridor!

It was directed at me, but how could it be? !

This building is full of Muggles who are renting for a short period of time. She is the only wizard who came here for her. But how could this happen? !

In a short period of time, the girl's forehead was covered with sweat. She stared at the closed door in horror, her mind cloudy.

What should I do? What should I do if I get attacked later? !

Professor Brian seemed to have taught me some experience, but I have almost forgotten all that knowledge.
Boom, boom, boom!

The knock on the door was like a heavy hammer hitting the girl's heart, making her feel like she was falling into hell, but the sound that followed pulled her back to the world from hell.

"Is that you, Penelope? Are you in there? Are you asleep? I just saw a light on in the house!"

Clap!

The sound of someone coming in through the door made Penelope tremble, and the flowerpot in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

"What's going on? What's that sound?!"

The cracking sound made Percy outside the door nervous, and he raised his voice to question.

Penelope opened her mouth, but found that she could no longer make any sound. Only two lines of coldness flowed on her face.

boom!
A sharp bang was heard in the building late at night, accompanied by several curses.

"I thought--"

Percy broke into the room and looked nervously at the girl at the windowsill. He saw the broken flowerpot at the girl's feet and the heartbreaking tears on the girl's face.

The cool breeze lingers in the room, guarding the innocence called youth.

Suddenly, at a certain second, the door closed, and the two people in the room ran towards each other, hugged each other tightly, kissed passionately and tore each other's clothes.

The broken cherry blossoms on the ground are still gorgeous. (End of this chapter)