young man returning home

Chapter 45 Ode to Autumn

Mrs. Weasley divided the pancake pies as usual and handed them to the children. She didn't look very well today. She hurriedly put on her Auror trench coat and began to tidy up the kitchen for work.

"Ah, Mom," Hugo said vaguely as he bent down and stuffed the pancake pie into his mouth, "You don't look very well, has Aurors been busy recently?"

"Autumn, it's autumn! Mr. Weasley!" Hermione turned her head quickly, glaring at her precious son. "Can you tell me why you don't go to school?"

"I broke my leg, Mom." Hugo patiently repeated the answer that had been repeated dozens of times: "You know that Quidditch is prone to accidents—maybe others don't know it, but you must have a deep understanding " He put his plastered foot on the table, ignored Hermione's anger, turned to the eldest daughter of the Weasley family and said, "Sister, it's more comfortable this way, you can try it too?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mom." Ruth hopped on one foot and sat opposite Hermione, apologetic: "Mom, we were supposed to stay at school, but now we've caused you so much trouble! Ross is so busy with work, you still have to prepare breakfast for us..."

Miss Weasley's leg also had a plaster cast, exactly the same as that naughty boy.Hermione rubbed her forehead with a headache: "Ruth, you, like Mom, can't get on a broom, and you don't need to be on the team—Hugo and the skilled Seeker, little Albus, are always on the team." You can be forgiven for being so busy going in and out. But you—"

Miss Ruth bowed her head.

Hugo said first: "Mom! You should be satisfied, that blond kid caught her—or Ruth might have to move to St. Mungo's for training! Mom, my sister always has the right to improve her flying skills—we can't stop her from flying." The only misfortune for her, my sister, is that she inherited your flying skills—by the way, did you cheat in the Auror Division's examination?" Despite the pain in his leg and baring his teeth, Hugo still did not forget to laugh at Mrs. Weasley "Famous" flying technology.

"Mr. Weasley! Mom officially informs you that there will be no more pancake pies tomorrow! Take care of your own breakfast!" Hermione quickly threw the dirty dishes into the sink, and while speaking, she had already cleaned a stack of bowls.She suddenly seemed to have discovered something, turned her head and asked curiously: "Which brat? The blond kid from the Malfoy family?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Hermione looked very unnatural: "My daughter is very close to Slytherin—"

"Slytherin is not a bad person!" Ruth argued.

"Mom didn't say that Slytherin was a bad person." Hermione didn't stop her work, and said with a smile, "After all, he saved you—do you want to invite him to our house? Mom doesn't like to visit their house." Thank you - the Malfoys aren't really bad, it's just that the oil paintings on the walls of the manor should be endlessly noisy..."

"Will they call me a Mudblood?" Ruth asked blankly, twisting her silk handkerchief.

"That's not going to happen," Hermione waved her wand, and the bowls in the sink danced and fell into place. "At most, you're a half-breed squirrel--that's not a bad thing, it sounds better than 'Mudblood'." 'That's a lot!"

The little girl lowered her head, thinking about something on her mind.

At this moment, the owl knocked on the window, and Mrs. Weasley ordered: "Hugo, there is a letter! Go and get it!"

"Mom, my foot is broken!" Hugo shook his leg on the table, which was in plaster, and moved away reluctantly.

"Are you a wizard? Child? The wand is just a decoration to you?"

Hugo was so excited after being instructed, he raised his wand and waved it in the direction of the window: "The owl is coming—"

The poor messenger owl just dropped the letterhead and was about to leave, but was summoned by Hugo's spell, so it could only fly upside down abruptly—retreat into the room, and smashed hard on the dinner plate!

The atmosphere in the room froze for two seconds, and then burst into wild laughter!

The owl struggled a few times, stood up unsteadily from the dinner plate, glanced at Hugo fiercely with its small eyeballs, then walked gracefully to the edge of the table, fluttered twice, and finally flew away from this place of right and wrong.

Hermione picked up the letterhead and slapped Hugo hard on the head: "Almost broke Andromeda's owl!"

Ruth tilted her head and asked, "Mom, is it a letter from Mrs. Tonks?"

Hermione nodded, then opened the envelope, and there was a sound transmission spell hidden inside. Andromeda's voice slowly floated over from far and near through the fence, stream, and flowers: "Dear Hermione, Auror Is Mrs. busy recently? Mrs. Knott is out of the hospital, we have to go and see her, remember to bring some toast, she likes your craft."

Hugo muttered softly: "There are still people who know how to appreciate Mrs. Weasley's craftsmanship..." As for Mrs. Nott mentioned in the letter, he had heard about it since he was a child, but he had never seen her.All I know is that this poor Mrs. Nott left unpleasant memories during the war, and her mental condition has not been very good. She has lived in St. Mungo's ward for far more days than Nott Manor.

Hermione's memory was getting worse and worse, and she couldn't remember for a while: "Domida, who is this Mrs. Nott?"

"Ah! My child! Your memory sucks! Mrs. Nott is Miss Parkinson back then..."

Hermione suddenly remembered, and said: "I remember we had afternoon tea together in Gryffindor Tower - although I can't remember what it was because of. Is Parkinson okay? I heard she was arrested later ?As a Slytherin, she didn't disgrace her family -- fortunately, after the war, because of Pansy's sacrifice, the court gave the Parkinsons a chance. Her life must not be too bad."

"I'm glad you still have the memory, child." Mrs. Tonks sighed, "What a rare Slytherin! - she was not arrested by us, yes, Voldemort's minions bound her to the black Under the Demon King's Throne, right there, she endured unimaginable torture, and her body was broken because of it—even after many years of recuperation after the war, she couldn't make her happy again."

Mrs. Weasley took over the conversation: "Yes, ma'am, I can't understand Pansy's courage at that time - she has long since turned from the dark to the bright and became our spy! In that dark age, she dared to fight against the Death Eaters. She openly betrayed the Dark Lord under her nose! — Fortunately, the law is just, and she at least enjoyed the treatment of a hero after the war."

"Okay, kid, let's go see her," Andromeda yawned, "come to my house with the toast, and we'll visit Mrs. Nott with Floo powder."

The letter was slowly closed, and Andromeda's head gradually became hazy, and finally dissipated like mist.

Mrs. Weasley glanced at the fallen leaves outside the window, gently rubbed her forehead, ten years passed by, her memory was slightly blurred, what did she miss?

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