Hogwarts Homecoming

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

Remus blinked, and when he understood, he immediately looked pleased and eagerly began to open the document bag.

Not only was Percy curious about this document bag, but Sirius, who was chatting with Amelia enthusiastically, stretched his head and asked curiously,

"What is that, Remus?"

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

Remus opened the seal, struggled to pull out a thick stack of parchment, and said,

"Not only do we lack skilled workers, we also lack high-end talents - R\u0026D personnel who are good at alchemy, and business people who are good at communication and negotiation.

But as you know, most of the outstanding graduates of Hogwarts have been absorbed by the Ministry of Magic, and it is difficult to find enough talents in the UK.

I have tried to hire high-paying people from other workshops. It is also difficult. Most of them are direct descendants trained by wizard families. They will not leave them just for gold. I have selected outstanding talents from thousands of resumes. After training, you can take on more important responsibilities. For example, you can be responsible for developing markets, handling business matters, dealing with the Ministry of Magic of various countries, etc.

Amelia, I’m afraid you will need to send a notice of employment to this young man and ask them to do so within three days. Oh, damn, Amosta is stuffed too tight——”

With a crash, the parchments in the document bag were thrown everywhere by Remus. Percy, who was listening intently to Remus's ramble, was frightened by the flying parchments and took a step back. He subconsciously picked up a piece of paper with a strange trajectory. Yes, it seemed like parchment was specially 'smashed' into his face.

"Oh, that's too bad-"

Remus blinked his tired eyes, took out his wand and waved it at the parchment floating everywhere. Then, the scattered resume returned to his hand like a tired bird returning to its nest, leaving only Percy's hand. One of them.

"Thank you, Percy--"

Remus said casually, he stretched out his hand to pull out the parchment that Percy held in front of his eyes, but he didn't move——

"Percy?"

Remus asked in confusion. He tried a little strength on his hand but it still didn't twitch.

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

Holborn, London.

Pushing open the window sash, a breeze that dispersed the heat poured into the room, blowing a few strands of chestnut curly hair on the white collarbone of the cream-like skin.

Fortunately, the rental area far away from the commercial center is not polluted by the neon lights of the city. Late at night, the neat small buildings are also dark, which gives the faint starlight a chance to break through the blockades and fall into the girl's eyes. In his bright eyes.

A slight sigh blended with the breeze, and a slightly melancholy gaze fell on a pot of blooming primroses swaying slightly on the windowsill.

There was a lot of resistance to coming to London to work, because everyone in the family preferred to stay in Gloucestershire to help take care of the family farm, and to work with the farmer who owned a larger field next to their own farm. The silly son falls in love.

Normally, she would have been the one to succumb in the end, but a job posting in the Daily Prophet saved her from a suffocating life.

A very decent job, as well as a salary and generous treatment that even her stubborn family would hesitate to give her a chance to set foot in London again.

After long negotiations, she finally got her family's permission to try her luck at the workshop for an interview. However, if she was not admitted, she would have to return to Gloucestershire immediately and stay on that desolate farm for the rest of her life.

A week has passed since the interview ended. The confidence the interviewer gave her with a satisfied smile when she left has become thinner and thinner. Now, every hour she spends is an unbearable torture for her.

Should I write a letter to Professor Luping?

The girl bit her lower lip gently, and her eyes fell on the letter paper that had been spread out on the desk beside her and the quill filled with ink.

This idea didn't just appear in her mind. In the past three days, she had been hesitating whether to write a letter to Professor Luping.

The shock that the former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had become the head of a well-known workshop had already dissipated when she saw the workshop's recruitment information from the Daily Prophet and hesitated whether to submit her resume. , now she is hesitant, should she 'go through the back door'?

During the interview, the unsmiling interviewer emphasized when introducing the workshop that their workshop paid special attention to 'fairness'. If you can work in the workshop, you need to pay attention to this.

And the attempt that he is struggling with obviously has nothing to do with fairness.

After a long silence, the girl left the window sill and sat at the desk.

There was already a line of writing on the spread out letter paper. The girl stared at the line of writing for a long time. Finally, she balled up the letter paper 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 high into the sky and set towards the other side. There was a constant breeze in the small but warm room, but it suddenly became the last light among thousands of lights.

The text on the letter still did not break through the first line, and the paper basket at the girl's feet was already filled with discarded paper balls.

Hooray!

A strong gust of wind blew, and the light blue cotton curtains rustled in the wind. At the same time, there were fierce brake sounds and farewells.

How could there be someone so late?

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

"Oh--"

The girl exclaimed briefly, she left her seat and walked quickly to the windowsill, and finally saved the delicate pot of cherry grass before it fell downstairs. Before she remembered to sigh in relief, she caught a glimpse of the rapidly leaving taillights in her peripheral vision, and her face changed.

"Knight Bus?"

She quickly looked downstairs, but the guy who got off the departing Knight Bus had already walked into the building, and she couldn't see who it was?

Is there a wizard here?

The girl frowned slightly and hugged the pot of cherry grass tightly.

Although she has always lived in the countryside, she knew that the situation in the British wizarding world was tense recently through letters between classmates and the Daily Prophet. She had heard about the terrifying thing that Professor Dumbledore 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 ran to the clothes rack with her shoes off, and a little flusteredly pulled out the wand from the pocket of the wizard robe hanging on the clothes rack, and then slowly retreated to the window, waving the wand to turn off the table lamp, and stared at the door vigilantly.

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

It was coming for me, but how could it be? !

This building is full of Muggles renting for a short period of time. She is the only wizard. It was coming for me. But how could it be? !

In a short time, the girl's forehead was already sweating. She stared at the closed door in horror, her mind was turbid.

What should I do. What should I do if I encounter an attack later? !

Professor Brian seemed to have taught some experience, but I have almost forgotten all that knowledge. If...

Dong, dong, dong!

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

"Is it you, Penelope, are you in there, are you asleep, I just saw the light on in the room!"

Pah!

The sound of coming in through the door made Penelope tremble, and the flower pot in her hand fell to the ground with a snap.

"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.

Bang!

A sharp collision sounded in the building late at night, causing several curses.

"I thought--"

Percy, who broke into the door, looked nervously at the girl by the window sill. He saw the broken flower pot at the girl's feet and the heartbreaking tears on the girl's face.

The cool breeze lingered in the room, guarding the immaturity called youth.

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

And the broken cherry blossom grass on the ground was still gorgeous (end of this chapter)