I wield a sword at Hogwarts - Chapter 825

c825 Chapter 825

It obviously felt like at least half an hour had passed.

Ron couldn’t figure out what Harry was doing and crawled back to his bed grumbling.

Harry looked at the back of his right hand. There was nothing on it.

But after moving his hand under the moonlight, he saw marks composed of lines and circles appearing on the back of his hand.

Everything is true.

My own deal with John.

Harry, not sure whether to tell Ron, looked over.

Ron was already lying on the soft pillow, his eyes closed, and he was already asleep.

“Maybe this is the right choice.”

Harry clenched his fists.

He looked towards the magic tower, and the cold moonlight cast a veil over his eyes.

Hopefully Hermione and John can reconcile.

He felt a little sorry for Ron, which made Harry decide to take Ron with him on the next mission to enrich Ron’s Auror training class experience.

Lying down again, Harry pulled the quilt over him and closed his eyes.

After a while he fell into sleep.

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Chapter 834 Collecting the Deathly Hallows

Hermione is a workaholic.

Even when she was transferred to another department, she did not forget to fight for a better life for the house elves.

In the Ministry of Magic, after she was handed over the job, she started her own work without stopping.

The Department of International Magical Cooperation originally had three departments.

International Magical Trade Standards Association.

International Office of Magical Law.

British Chapter of the International Confederation of Wizards.

Now that the International Federation of Wizards has disappeared, this place has become two departments.

Where Hermione is located is the International Magical Law Office.

This position had previously been held by Percy, and now it was Hermione’s turn.

It is mainly used to restrict the abnormal behavior standards of wizards in other countries.

Sometimes it is necessary to act as a circuit court to investigate some illegal wizards.

When Hermione came here to become the new director, she was busy piling up cases from the beginning.

The wizard Harry captured last time had a criminal record in a foreign country, and she needed to communicate with the Finnish Ministry of Magic.

Busy, the days pass by day by day.

She didn’t even go to watch the Quidditch match she had originally scheduled.

The sky is bright.

Even though the British Ministry of Magic is underground, the weather system in the window reflects the weather outside very well.

Hermione pulled her tied hair away and stretched.

Outline the already developed figure.

“Maybe you could consider going to have breakfast first.”

The sound rang out, causing Hermione to let out a startled scream.

She was looking for a reputation, but someone came into the office at some point.

He held the newspaper in his hand, covering the man’s face.

“When did you come in?”

“While you were dealing with the trash can dancing case from France.”

The newspaper was put down and John’s face was revealed.

“Have breakfast?” John invited.

Hermione stared blankly at John, her smart mind unable to turn around at this time.

She didn’t understand why John was here.

Looking at her expression, John knew he was confused and explained: “Someone made a deal with me and asked me to come over and meet you.”

“who is it?”

“Harry.”

As if back in the old days, John would never deliberately hide anything.

Hermione felt a little disappointed when she heard this.

Is this just a deal?

John stood up and opened the door, “I remember that the British Ministry of Magic seemed to have a Mexican style breakfast.”

“Ron has eaten that thing many times.” Hermione cheered up, walked to John and walked out, “He always said it was the last time he would eat it.”

“You didn’t bring Crookshanks?”

“He’s a clever fellow and should be catching rats at the Ministry of Magic right now.”

The two walked and talked, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Coming to the dining area, for the convenience of dining, the removed office is used as a dining area.

At the same time, it also provides another employment channel for house elves.

This proposal was made by Hermione.

Hermione was seen and they were talking about the girl behind her back.

Sometimes being too capable is not necessarily a good thing and can easily arouse jealousy and criticism from others.

Hermione had few friends in the Ministry of Magic, only Harry and Ron.

But normally they would deliberately talk about the Ministry of Magic employees passing by, but now they were stunned to see the people around Hermione like this.

They talked and laughed and walked past Ministry of Magic employees, making them think they were dreaming.

“The Witch King is here.”

The Ministry of Magic employees were so frightened that they could not even speak.

I always thought that Hermione had no Muggle wizard to support her, but unexpectedly, she actually met the Witch King.

If they had known this, they would not have dared to discuss this know-it-all lady who was strong in everything.

After ordering a pancake filled with cornmeal crust and various vegetables and tuna meat, Hermione carried the food to a table and sat down.

John was sitting opposite her. Hermione took a bite and said uncomfortably, “Aren’t you going to eat it?”

John glanced at the thing, thought for a moment and said, “No, I haven’t eaten in two months.”

Not eating for two months?

Hermione looked at John in surprise, “How did you do that?”

“Maybe it’s because I became less human, so I started to have no need for food.” John shrugged, “I won’t eat unless it’s to socialize.”

Become less human?

Hermione suddenly felt the food in her hands feel heavy.

“When did you become like this?” Hermione put down the cake she had taken a bite of, her expression downcast, “I don’t even know…”

The food became difficult to swallow, and Hermione felt like she wanted to vomit but couldn’t.

It was such a huge change to see John become what he is now.

“We haven’t been in touch for a while.”

John shook his head, “You don’t know, this is normal.”

“You don’t need to feel guilty. Just like I once said, you made the choice and got the results you wanted.”

He looked at Hermione, whose front teeth had become smaller and her face became more beautiful.

“We never owe anyone anything.”

“That’s nice, isn’t it?”

Hermione nodded silently, but she didn’t eat the breakfast after all.

Her appetite was filled with self-blame and guilt, and she couldn’t fit in any other food.

They walked from the Ministry of Magic to the Muggle city.

If someone saw them on the streets of London, no one would know that they were the Witch King and the Witch.

Winter snowflakes were flying, and John put a scarf with the Magic Kingdom logo around his neck.

He looked at Hermione, took out another scarf and handed it over.

“Thank you.” Hermione whispered her thanks.

John chatted: “Is Mr. Granger okay?”

“He is fine, but his recent illness has kept him busy.”

Hermione said: “Candy has been damaging children’s teeth.”

“But that’s a steady stream of income, isn’t it?” John chuckled.

He thought about his father’s visit to Granger’s Dental Clinic to have his teeth extracted.

It was a long road, so long that Hermione would be walking here for many years to come.

This road is also very short. After Hermione and John walked on the ground and left footprints one by one, they saw the signboard of Granger Dental Clinic.

John stopped.

An ice cream truck drove by.

John raised his hand and the ice cream truck stopped.

“In Hogsmeade, ice cream is very popular in the winter.”

John walked over and said to the owner of the ice cream truck: “Two strawberry-flavored ice creams.”

The boss was a very kind old man and made two ice creams for John.

After John paid, he handed the ice cream to Hermione.

“I remember you liked this taste.”

Hermione took it.

The same ice cream truck in the park that year.

Same taste.

She took a sip, but she couldn’t hold back the tears that had accumulated in her eyes. She smiled, and crystal tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

“Very sweet.”

John nodded to her and turned around with ice cream in hand.

“John,” Hermione called him from behind, as if returning to the time they first met, she raised her chin slightly, her eyes slightly red, and said, “Hermione Granger.”

Seeing this, John smiled and said, “John Wick.”

Pedestrians passed by the two of them, as if on the train to Hogwarts, the two people who had not met happily said their names for the first time.