Hogwarts Homecoming

"I have no intention of going against the Ministry of Magic and Mr. Blaine!"

John slapped the table and stared at his wife angrily.

"Don't you understand, Egwene?

Our fields are only enough to keep our family hungry, but they cannot improve our lives. I must have a job. But I have no other abilities. I can only do work related to brooms. I just breathe. .only"

Looking at Ewen's frightened face, John suddenly came to his senses.

His lofty shoulders slowly dropped, and his expression softened.

"I just want to continue my work. You also hope that Bo Na can live a more decent life in the future, right?"

The rain was falling heavily outside the house, and the sediment was washed down by the rain, covering the cobblestone path in front of the door.

"But you. What exactly are you planning to do?"

Egwene raised her face, her brown eyes were misty,

"Promise me, John, not to do those dangerous things. Boona and I can't live without you."

"rest assured--"

John hugged his wife Ewen and patted her back gently to prevent Ewen from seeing the gloom in his eyes at this moment.

"You know I'm no fool, Egwene,

I will never wield a shovel or a broomstick to duel with the Ministry of Magic's thugs and wizards like Mr. Brain. I'm just making comments, hoping that the Ministry can take us poor people seriously. "

Yiwen's slender fingers clasped her husband's back tightly, her brows slightly raised and her lips tightened.

The two hugged each other at the door for a long time, and the rain outside showed no sign of stopping.

A heavy rain before the autumn harvest means it is inevitable that their harvest will be compromised.

Looking at the world that seemed to be shrouded in thick fog, Yiwen felt worried again.

"Maybe I should go get Bona back. I hope she won't cause trouble to Mr. Lovegood and Luna."

"You just said--"

John's eyebrows moved slightly,

"Are the Lovegoods good people?"

"That's right--"

Yiwen looked at her husband and blinked,

"When the weather is nice, Mr. Lovegood and his daughter always catch pom poms in that creek over there, and I often meet them when I'm doing laundry there.

Luna is willing to take Bona to play with her, and she will also give Bona some gadgets she made herself. Beer bottle cap necklaces are a bit weird, but very interesting.

When Luna went to Hogwarts, Mr. Lovegood would stay at home most of the time writing articles. Occasionally he would take a walk by the river to find inspiration. Sometimes, he would buy some fresh vegetables from me. .Oh, in the summer, he once used magic to help me water the fields. "

"Yeah?"

John frowned,

"But I haven't heard you say this?"

"I think I said that, John, more than once--"

Yiwen stretched out her hand and caressed her husband's cheek.

"But during those days when you were working, you came home very tired every day. When I was telling you this, you had already dozed off."

John used silence to hide his guilt.

"So--"

When Ewen mentioned going to pick up Bona again, John hesitated.

"Is it possible that Mr. Lovegood and his daughter would accept you and Bona staying there for a night?"

"Borrowing?"

"Actually, this is the case -"

John tilted his head to avoid his wife's questioning gaze.

"The two boys from the Charles family and some of my friends, I invited them to come to my house for a drink in the evening, just to share the stress with each other, but they might be too drunk to walk, so--"

"I think."

Ewen didn't ask any more questions, just stared into John's eyes hesitantly,

"Mr. Lovegood and Luna will welcome you. But who will cook for you?"

"Oh, we can do it ourselves."

John was visibly relieved.

Egwene nodded.

After going up to the third floor and changing into clean clothes, Yiwen returned to the first floor and found her husband cleaning the living room.

This scene made Ewen stand in a trance under the stairs for a moment, but when she came back to her senses, she still didn't say anything. She just walked to the kitchen, put some fresh cucumbers, tomatoes, and spinach into a vegetable basket, and then walked out Go to the fireplace.

She picked out a small cloth bag from the dusty alcove. After weighing it in her hand for a few times, she pursed her lips.

"We need to buy some Floo powder, John."

"I will-"

John raised his eyes and said.

"But isn't Diagon Alley destroyed? Can you still buy anything from there?"

"The Ministry of Magic temporarily set up an open space next to the original Diagon Alley, and those doing business now set up tents to sell things."

John wiped the floor vigorously, gasping and responding to his wife's questions.

Yiwen nodded. She opened the bag, twisted some powder and threw it into the fireplace. Then, she leaned into the green flames,

"Oh, I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Lovegood, could I go over and talk?"

John looked at his wife who was obviously relieved after hearing something. Then, her body outside the fireplace squeezed into the fireplace and completely disappeared in the flames.

John just stood there and looked at the fireplace. About ten minutes passed, and Ewen and Bona still didn't appear.

call.

John breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the kind-hearted Mr. Lovegood should have agreed to allow Egwene and Bona to stay at his house for one night.

John didn't rest for a moment this afternoon.

He first climbed up to the roof of the third floor in the heavy rain and replaced the broken tiles with wooden boards.

Then, he repaired the ceiling on the first floor that Evan had damaged while cooking at noon.

He spent the rest of the time cleaning the living room and the kitchen connected to the living room.

He cleaned very carefully, lying on the ground and wiping the wooden floor with a rag until the ugly black spots were no longer visible.

In the process, he also replaced a few floors and used the special insecticide at home to deal with the ground awns under the floor.

However, he didn't dare to provoke the ground awns too much, for fear that they would completely destroy the foundation of the house in anger.

John didn't miss any of the hidden corners on the first floor, the niches on the fireplace, the dirty stove, and the windowsill next to the stove.

When John stopped, the first floor of his house was already brand new!

Although the overall appearance is not decent, it is much cleaner than the living room of the Weasley family's house outside the village.

However, there is no joy in John's eyes, but he seems a little uneasy.

His eyes wandered around every corner of the living room and kitchen, fearing that there was still some dirt left.

Suddenly, John noticed the wand on the windowsill, with feathers exposed. This wand had been in his house for nearly half a century and had never released a magic.

"Waste--"

John looked depressed, he quickly grabbed the wand and threw it into the neatly stacked firewood.

But before he could turn his body completely around, John fell on the firewood again and took a lot of effort to fish the wand out from the gap in the firewood.

"For Bona's sake, she likes to see you make sparks--"

John muttered, and then stuffed the wand into the drawer of the cupboard.

"Oh my God--"

John, who was only concerned with cleaning, finally took the time to look outside the house.

It seemed that in the blink of an eye, the gray and wet sky turned black, and the annoying rain during the day stopped at some point.

The stars flickered behind the thin clouds.

The old clock nailed to the wall told John the exact time. John didn't dare to delay and rushed upstairs.

After cleaning up the house, he should clean himself up. He couldn't talk to the respectable gentleman in this state.

Compared with the seriousness of cleaning the living room, John was much more vague about his own body hygiene.

It took him less than five minutes to come out of the bathroom. After hurriedly changing into a clean shirt and jeans, John wiped his hair with a towel while rushing downstairs.

Whoosh!

Before John jumped down the stairs and stood firm, the fireplace in the kitchen suddenly burst into flames.

In the emerald green flame brighter than the flame of a candlestick, a man wearing a black bowler hat, an elegantly trimmed tuxedo, shiny black leather shoes, a pair of gold-rimmed square glasses on his nose, and a gentle smile on his lips walked out.