Hogwarts Homecoming

"Wake up, wake up -"

Jasuna, who was in a drowsy state, suddenly heard someone calling her. Her consciousness quickly broke away from those bizarre pictures and surfaced towards the sea of ​​dreams.

"Um, what's wrong?"

The familiar dull voice allowed Jasuna to recognize who was calling her without opening her eyes. She reluctantly took out her right hand from the warm quilt and gently rubbed her sleepy eyes with the back of her hand.

"It's time to eat——"

Old Enma said, standing beside the bed.

"Oh, are you going out?"

Jasuna asked, yawning lazily.

Perhaps because of the frequent use of magic power these days, she became more and more lazy.

In the first few days when she was trapped in this house, she could not sit still and did not think about food or food every day.

But after a while, she began to enjoy the feeling of getting up slowly in a lazy mood.

After Jasuna regained consciousness, Old Enma turned around and left the house and walked out the door.

Jasuna was already used to this. Rather than saying that he was indifferent, it was more that old Enma had been alone for too long and had lost the ability to express her emotions.

Her vision returned to clarity from the haze, and Jasuna looked at the square table next to the bed.

There were two wooden bowls on the square table, which had been emptied. It seemed that Old Enma had already had breakfast before waking her up.

This situation would never have happened in previous years.

In the past days, no matter how soundly she slept, as long as there was a strange sound around her, she would wake up immediately.

If he allowed himself to sink like this, he might be caught by an Auror soon after returning to the outside world.

Jasuna moved her lips, laughing at herself.

"Um?"

When her eyes turned to the foggy window sash, Jasuna, who had just woken up, frowned slightly.

The winter days here are very short, and the sun is rarely seen, but these days, old Enma always goes out after seeing a faint light. It has never been like this today, and there is still deep darkness outside the window, so she wake.

After realizing that her sleepiness was not due to fatigue all night long, but because she had indeed not had enough rest, Jasuna's eyes narrowed.

After she regained consciousness, she quickly realized something was wrong.

The house is too empty.

The smoked fish and venison hanging from the rafters were gone.

The pile of firewood neatly stacked by the fireplace, the ropes, knives, and old shotguns hanging on the wall, and the big mattress that Old Enma had been sewing these days, all disappeared.

Jasuna's expression was blank, but then she realized something and her expression changed slightly. She put on her cloak, quickly got out of bed and walked toward the door.

At a glance, Jasuna's lips tightened.

Old Enma was feeding several strong-looking sled dogs in his work shed. Next to him was the sled that she and Old Enma had renovated together for many days and now had a brand new look.

Compared with the previous one, the area of ​​​​the sled's cargo compartment is twice larger, and it is divided into upper and lower levels.

The things that disappeared in the pine wood house have been classified separately, at least placed in the lower space, while the upper floor is still empty.

A strong emotion emerged from my heart.

Now, she knew what the big mattress that Old Enma had been sewing out of intact reindeer hides was used for.

He made the mattress into a tent, propped it up with wooden squares, fastened it to the sleigh, and turned the sleigh into a carriage.

“Where did these sled dogs come from?”

Jasuna opened and closed her lips and asked softly, her voice hoarse.

"In the village——"

Old Enma said in a low voice that now, he is occasionally willing to answer some "nonsense"

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"Are there any dangers on the road?"

Watching old Enma return to the house, she slowly removed the bedding from the bed where she had slept for the past few days, then stuffed it into the upper space of the sled and spread it out.

Jasuna felt her heart gradually become empty, and she asked numbly,

"I heard that you might encounter avalanches and wild animals on the road."

Bang, bang, bang! After making the bed in the carriage, Old Enma began to nail a shelf in the space at the rear of the carriage. After finishing, he walked into the house, took out the stove, and fixed it in the shelf.

"If the road is too dangerous"

Jasuna lowered her head and spoke hesitantly, but Old Enma didn't seem to hear her. He walked into the house again, stepped on the bench and took off the oil lamp hanging from the beam, then went out and hung it in the carriage.

"After sending me to the town, can you come back alone?"

Jasuna asked softly.

"fine--"

Old Enma began to put the reins on these sled dogs.

Jasuna brushed back her hair, which had become messy because she hadn't taken care of it these days, and bit her lower lip.

"When you get to town, you come with me to Berlin. I promised you that I will give you a large sum of money."

At the end of her words, Jasuna closed her mouth.

Yes, she promised that if old Enma was willing to help her deliver it to the town, she could give him a large sum of gold as a reward.

However, what use is gold to old Enma?

He has lived in this peaceful village all his life, and the value of gold to Lao Enma is not as good as a pile of firewood.

But besides gold, how can she repay him?

As if knowing that this would be a difficult journey, the sled dogs borrowed by Old Enma looked at her with faint eyes, as if silently blaming her.

Jasuna was speechless.

She walked back to the house dejectedly, sat at the square table, and started her last breakfast in this wooden house.

The steaming venison soup could not save her gradually cold heart.

She wanted to get rid of this cage-like mountain village and return to the outside world.

But why was she not happy at all?

Was she worried that she would find out that her father had died after going out, and her next life would be spent in a long, aimless wandering?

It seemed so.

A life without a goal is empty and numb. In comparison, in Azkaban, she was "high-spirited" every day to fight against the spiritual erosion of the Dementors.

Old Enma had made all the preparations. He brought a basin of water and placed it by the fireplace, quietly watching Jasna who lowered her head to eat breakfast.

He was like a piece of stone, always cold, never showing weakness, just on the surface.

"I'm done--"

After finishing the unpalatable food in the wooden bowl carefully and seriously, Jasna finally raised her head.

Old Enma nodded, and he picked up the basin on the ground and poured it into the hearth of the fireplace.

Sizzle!

After a fierce sizzling sound, a large amount of thick smoke poured into the chimney.

Jasna looked at the fireplace in dismay. For the first time in these days, the hearth that had been blazing with fire had dimmed.

"Let's go--"

Old Enma said, he walked over, picked up Jasna's cane with one hand, and held her arm with the other.

The tents made of various animal furs were airtight, and with the stove in the sleigh compartment, Jasna, who was covered with bedding, didn't feel cold at all.

However, she didn't care about these things. She sat in the compartment and stared at the dimmed cabin.

Huh!

The wind was blowing and the clouds were rolling. For the first time in these days, the starry sky showed its face. However, the dim starlight made the starry sky look a little desolate.

Old Enma sat in the driver's seat and had already taken out the reins, and was separated from her by a tent.

"Let's go--"

In the carriage, Jasna looked wooden.

Swoosh--

The carriage shook a few times and began to slide towards the glacier.

Goodbye.

Looking at the snow house standing on the gentle slope, Jasna said in her heart. (End of this chapter)