Hogwarts Rising Again

Chapter 589 That Letter

In the morning after the heavy snow, the sky was still cloudy.

Mo Lin's body seemed to be filled with lead. He sat on the table, staring at the breakfast in front of him in a daze.

"What's the matter? Yesterday An Ran said you went somewhere, and then you went home alone?" Alton looked at Mo Lin with concern, "You didn't even eat dinner last night, I saw you fell asleep, so you didn't go call you, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I was too sleepy last night."

Maureen shook his head, he didn't know what to do.

Do you want to tell grandpa about this?
Grandpa is the closest person to him, apart from Arnock, grandpa is everything to him.

But Maureen hesitated, because Alton never confessed everything to him as he imagined.

Alton has always seen Doi, and has never told Maureen about his parents.

"Shall we go to the Magic Botanical Garden together today, or go to Diagon Alley to buy things for Christmas?" Alton asked happily.

He would take Molin to play everywhere every year, whether it was a Quidditch match, various magic concerts, or a magic circus, etc., as long as it was a grand event in the wizarding world, Alton would take Molin for a stroll.

Alton never cared about money, he tried his best to make Maureen's life not monotonous.

Maureen knew why grandpa was trying so hard to make him happy.

Since his parents haven't been back for many years, Alton wants to divert Maureen's attention.

"Grandpa, can I trust you?" Mo Lin asked in a low voice.

Alton was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Of course you can trust him. If you don't trust Grandpa, who should you trust? What happened today? Does it feel weird?"

Alton touched Maureen's forehead: "Is there any discomfort?"

"Then can you tell me—"

Mo Lin's words came to his lips, but he swallowed them again.

He wanted to ask grandpa why he didn't tell him where his parents had gone, but suddenly he couldn't ask.

He knew what his answer would be.

Because of work, work is too busy.

"tell you what?"

Alton was waiting patiently for Maureen to finish asking the question.

"No." Mo Lin shook his head, then stood up and said, "I'm going to write a letter."

"Who are you writing to?" Alton asked hastily.

"Christmas is coming, isn't it?" Maureen forced a smile. "I'm going to send them a card."

He went to the bedroom.

"At least eat breakfast first." Alton waved his hand, and the bread and milk on the table floated up and followed Maureen.

"it is good."

Maureen closed the bedroom door.

He sat at the table, looking at the picture of his parents on the table, he didn't know how to pick up the pen.

Every year he writes the same letter, every year he asks the same question, every year he receives the same reply.

He turned his eyes to the owl on the windowsill and had an idea in his mind.

Maureen took out a greeting card from his school bag, which he bought last time when he and Hugo went to Hogsmeade Village, and he wrote that dry congratulations on the card.

He quietly cast a magical mark on the card, then rolled it up softly with magic, and stuffed it into the pouch in the owl's foot.

"Take this letter to my parents."

Maureen said to the owl.

He was going to do something, something that should have been done a long time ago.

The owl swooped into the sky, disappearing into the misty morning.

He ate the breakfast on the table and threw the dishes in the sink.

"Grandpa, let's go shopping in Diagon Alley tomorrow. I've been too sleepy for the past two days, so I need to catch up on sleep," Mo Lin said.

"Who did you write to?" Alton asked casually.

"Mom and Dad." Mo Lin said.

"Oh." Alton responded casually.

Maureen lay on the bed, waiting, waiting for the moment when the owl stopped.

He knew what to do, and he was going to figure things out no matter what.

Anok, who had trusted him for so long, had hidden so many things from him, and his grandfather never told where his parents were. He had had enough of being kept in the dark, and he wanted to find out where he was. Things you should know!
He longs for the truth!
The owl flew very fast, and within an hour, Maureen found that the owl had stopped through the magic imprint on the greeting card.

His heart sank, the greeting card was sent to his parents who were far away abroad, and even the swiftest owl could not send the letter to Egypt within an hour.

The bedroom door was opened, and Alton opened a crack.

Maureen lay silently on the bed.

"Maureen?" Alton called softly.

Maureen didn't speak.

Alton closed the door again.

Maureen had turned over, climbed onto the windowsill, jumped down, and disappeared into the air.

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He apparated to the owl through the magical imprint left on the greeting card.

The owl was in a hut. The floor of the hut was covered with dust, and it was empty. There was only a table and chairs, and nothing else.

Seeing him, the owl hooted softly twice.

Mo Lin looked out through the window, and in front of him was a white hillside covered with snow.

Maureen didn't know what this place was, but it was definitely not Egypt.

With a wave of his wand, he erased the magic imprint on the greeting card and covered his own footprints.

Looking around, he saw an attic above the ceiling. He hid in the attic, opened a crack, and looked at the owl in the room below.

Puchi!

There was a slight popping sound in the room, and a figure appeared in the house.

Alton wrapped his thick coat tightly, touched the owl's head, then pulled out the greeting card from the pouch under the owl's feet, opened it and looked at it.

"Oh, I don't know how long I'm going to hide it."

Alton sighed, he snapped his fingers, and a warm flame lit up in the fireplace of the cabin, dispelling the cold, and the temperature of the whole cabin began to rise.

He swept the ashes off the table, pulled out the chair and sat down, then took out another greeting card from his carrying bag, and began to write.

"Dear son, it's a pleasure to receive your card..."

Alton chanted as he wrote.

how so!
Mo Lin in the attic seemed to be frozen in ice and snow, his heart was shrinking rapidly, empty, as if there was nothing to fill it in.

Are the letters from his parents every year forged by his grandfather?
Mo Lin gritted his teeth, he felt so hopeless and so ridiculous.

Arnock had been hiding it from him, destroying his trust. He thought he still had a grandpa he could trust.

But now he discovered that his grandfather had been hiding from him for so many years. The so-called parents were just a lie constructed by Alton.

The two people closest to him were destroying his trust and trampling his heart to pieces.

Why on earth would Alton do this?
Are his parents dead?

If he passed away, why didn't grandpa tell him the truth directly, why did he use lies to comfort him year after year?

Is it because he is afraid that he will not be able to bear the news?
So from the age of seven, grandpa has been using his parents to work abroad as an excuse to give him a hope in life?
Mo Lin was scared. He just wanted the truth and an answer from his grandfather, but he accidentally burst another bubble of hope.

The flames of the fireplace illuminated the whole room, but the attic was still cold, as cold as his heart, to the bone.

(End of this chapter)