Chapter 762 Return

The sun rises and sets, and another full moon appears.

August 17th, I have been in New York for two weeks.

Harry sat at the desk by the window of the hotel, recalling his experiences of the past few days and writing postcards carefully.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the corridor outside. He immediately put away his quill, quickly pulled the magazine over the postcard, and came to the door with a vigilant face, listening with his ears erect.

Accompanied by the sound of the refrigerator door opening and closing, the footsteps gradually faded away.

It turned out that it was just Tonks who came out to find something to eat.

Harry continued to listen behind the door for a while, and confirmed that Tonks had returned to the room, then he quietly returned to the desk, moved the fashion magazine away, and continued to write about his experiences of the past few days behind "Dear Ginny".

Some Aurors and members of the Phoenix have returned early, such as Sirius. After all, he is now a family man, and his daughter has just been born not long ago. It is impossible for him to stay here to cooperate with the Magical Congress of the United States to do some meaningless paperwork. There were also Bill and Charlie, who were mainly under pressure from Mrs. Weasley, worried that if they returned later, they would be kicked out of the house...

There were also many British wizards who stayed in New York. In addition to helping with the post-war processing work, there were also some idle people, such as Tonks and Remus.

The cause of the incident was quite complicated.

Dumbledore was an open-minded and friendly headmaster, who could always put himself in the shoes of students and look at problems from their perspectives, so he agreed to Harry's travel plan without any hesitation, and attached his own travel suggestions, all of which were places he wanted to go after retirement, which sounded very interesting.

Minister Scrimgeour did not keep his promise. At the beginning, he clearly said that he only needed to ask for the headmaster's consent, but later he said that he was worried about the ungraduated student traveling alone and was unwilling to let him leave.

In the end, the headmaster proposed a compromise, letting Auror Tonks and Phoenix member Remus follow and take care of him and be responsible for security work.

Harry's journey officially began.

Tonks Nymphadora had just graduated a few years ago, and her mentality was still that of a young person. She loved to eat and play, and would seriously discuss some sudden ideas with him. She was a qualified travel partner. Remus was not the kind of rigid-minded parent. He was gentle and friendly. Even if he didn't agree with his ideas, he would not say anything to spoil the fun.

No matter how you think about it, it will be a pleasant trip.

This idea lasted less than two hours.

When they came out of the Woolworth Building after visiting it, Harry's mind was still full of those magical and interesting devices. He was about to talk to them about the difference between the Aurors of the Magical Congress of the United States and the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, but when he turned around, he saw -

these two people were sticking to each other, sharing ice cream.

Why can't you get rid of couples wherever you go!

Harry felt a breath of depression surge in his heart at the time, and was very sad and angry.

It was obviously his only trip before graduation, so how did it inexplicably become a honeymoon for these two people?

This country is a good place, far away from the UK. Most of the wizards I met have never heard of the name of the Savior Star. They will not come over to say hello when they see the lightning scar on his forehead. It is very comfortable to visit the wizard community here. You can also cast spells secretly when no one is paying attention in Muggle attractions. Except that the accent sounds a bit strange, the other experiences are very good.

But every time he saw the two people next to him, Harry always felt that the beautiful journey was flawed.

At this time, he missed Ginny very much.

It’s not that Harry didn’t think about pulling Loren and Hermione in, letting the four of them torture each other and take a good look at the ugly faces of lovers, but it’s a pity that they can’t see them all the time. I heard that the two of them were boarding in Ilvermorny and were too busy to get away, and they almost never went back to the hotel here.

When dining in the restaurant on weekends, I occasionally heard the staff of the American Magic Congress talking about Hermione, who they called Miss Granger.

Hermione entered the Magical Congress of the United States of America for internship two weeks ago. At first, she only participated in the docking work between the temporary working group and various departments. In less than five days, she discovered three loopholes in the airport post-war handling plan and thirteen hidden dangers in the werewolf prevention measures. She published three articles in the New York Ghost, one of which was on the front page.

She was directly recommended by Councillor Colehaug to join his campaign team to participate in the planning of campaign plans and the formulation of campaign policies.

Harry was amazed.

He knew that Hermione was very outstanding. All the students of this Hogwarts class knew that Miss Granger was outstanding. They were used to hearing from professors about grades, extra points, and essays that were never in suspense... But this kind of excellence was different from the excellence in school. When Harry heard the staff of the Magical Congress of the United States of America recounting Miss Granger's deeds in these days with an admiring tone, he felt an indescribable shock in his heart.

There was also a faint pride.

The round full moon began a new round of defects.

Hermione started her third week of internship. Loren made a breakthrough in the astral positioning magic he found in the Ilvermorny Library. At the same time, the Ministry of Magic announced the fall of Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

That morning, the Daily Prophet printed 3,000 more copies.

…

Until August 22.

It was time to return.

The reason for taking a plane here was to keep the plan secret. On the return trip, everything was kept simple. The Magical Congress of the United States of America provided a portkey that went directly to Diagon Alley in London, and the start time was set at 7:30 pm.

In order to arrange the subsequent extradition and handover of the Death Eaters, Samuel Colehaug would return to London with them.

Loren had packed his things two days in advance, mainly using the Elder Wand to cast Duplicate and steal the teaching system materials designed by Ilvermorny. The paper was thick and the handwriting was clear, ensuring that no traces would be left.

After dinner, we went to the hotel lobby to wait.

"Good evening, Mr. Fontana, we are going back today. All the materials we have read are on the bookshelf. I also left a few copies of notes. Remember to write to me if there is any success in your snake tree project."

"Okay Loren, I remember."

"I invite you again to come and play at Hogwarts when you have time."

"I will." Fontana stood at the school gate and nodded slightly. He had already learned from Dumbledore. He was only a few dozen years old and already old-fashioned. "If our ideas are useful to Hogwarts, Please remember to write and share the results of the teaching reform.”

"Well, I'll tell Dumbledore."

"Say hello to Professor McGonagall for me."

"?"

Professor, you know it very well!

Loren grinned, nodded her thanks again, and was pulled by Hermione to say goodbye to the colleagues she had known over the past two weeks, exchanging gifts and mailing addresses.

The expressions of the staff of MACUSA were a little subtle. In just three weeks, all the staff were impressed by Hermione's ability. They even felt that if Hermione continued to work, maybe within a few years, the next president of MACUSA would be It was Miss Granger, so she was also a little curious about her boyfriend.

The staff quietly looked at the young wizard.

Scrimgeour, who was watching from the side, had a stern expression, his brows were darkened, and his eyes were not scanning the two people behind Kohaug, Pickley and Nancy, who would also accompany him to visit the Ministry of Magic.

Kohaug raised his eyebrows and took half a step forward calmly, protecting the young wizard behind him and blocking his coveted sight.

The secret confrontation between the two senior officials was silent.

Time gradually passed. Dozens of wizards stood in the hotel lobby, holding a tattered cloth strip in the bright light, waiting quietly. At 7:30 sharp, the cloth-shaped door key was activated on time.

The wizards only felt that the cold hook instantly wrapped around the navel, and then dragged it with irresistible momentum. For a moment, Loren's vision became hazy, and the space was distorted and lengthened, accompanied by a slight feeling of weightlessness and dizziness, like It is flying forward like a gust of wind...

"call out!"

When their vision returned to clear and bright vision, they were above a street shrouded in clouds and mist. Breaking through the cold wind, they were falling rapidly, or in other words, falling downwards. The sound of wind was whistling by their ears, and they could vaguely see the winding and complicated streets below.

It was London that I had been away from for a long time.

…

Night fell on Hampstead.

Granger's house was still dark, with no lights on, only the flickering candlelight, and the scent of perfume.

"Crack."

Wendell Granger lit the last candle on the dining table and opened the expensive red wine with skillful movements. This was a romantic candlelight dinner, and his wife did not worry about it during the whole process.

A good marriage requires work.

It is usually inconvenient to run the business when Mr. Bates is around, and it is also inconvenient when his daughter is at home.

While his daughter and Loren were not at home, Mr. Bates took the house elf named Wheat out so that he could have such a romance at home.

Wendell smiled gently at Monica, walked to the kitchen with calm and confident steps, opened the restaurant's delivery package, and put exquisite desserts, tender steaks, and fragrant mushroom soup on the family's dinner plate... If his daughter They won't eat these at home unless they go out. Too much sugar is bad for their teeth, so parents who are dentists should set a good example.

Since he was a little eager to show off, and the restaurant packaging was difficult to fold, he crumpled the packaging into a ball and stuffed it into the trash can.

As he turned to leave the kitchen, Wendell caught a glimpse of the owl next door flapping and circling on the roof, and he was extremely excited.

The spectacled owl, which had been raised since childhood, usually stayed away from home at night during the holidays and only returned home when the sun rose in the morning. It always looked naive and silly. Now that night fell, it was clearly time for it to leave home and go out to play.

Wendell was lost in thought. If the magical owl wasn't short-circuited, then this excited puppy-like behavior could only mean that its owner would be back soon. If Loren was coming back, then...

"Monica!"

…

The greening of the Hampstead community is very good. You can see flowers blooming every season. As the summer vacation comes to an end, the lavender is still beautiful, and there are osmanthus-like plants in the green belt that are in full bloom.

It’s just late August, the end of summer, and some keen plants have already sensed the coming of autumn and begun to prepare for winter.

The green plants along the way have changed somewhat, but they all feel familiar.

Loren stopped and stood in front of the courtyard lawn, quietly looked at the girl next to him, and found that Hermione was also looking at him, so the two looked at each other in silence.

"Did you bring them gifts?"

"I'm too busy at work every day..."

Loren tilted his head and frowned slightly: "What do you seem to be implying?"

Hermione pursed her lips and said, "I didn't."

"I won't argue with you for now."

Loren looked up to the second floor and saw a spectacled owl waving its wings towards him on the roof. It seemed that he had received some letter while he was not at home, so he waved Hanhan to stay at home and he would go up later.

"Why don't you turn on the lights at home? You're not at home. Are you going out for a dinner tonight?"

"..."

Crookshanks came out of the gap in the fence at some point, came to Loren's feet, pulled his trouser legs with his claws, and raised his head to make a rough meow.

Crookshanks has always been free-range. He has cat-kinese blood, is extremely smart and agile, and there is no worry that he will be bullied by stray cats and dogs nearby. In addition, with his keen perception, those malicious humans can't get close to him at all.

He is like a cat bully in Hampstead.

"Someone is home."

Loren bent down and picked up Crookshanks, scratching his chin: "Why don't you turn on the light?"

As if they heard the sound of their conversation, the lights suddenly turned on in Granger's house. Hermione was a little surprised and pushed open the door of the courtyard and walked in.

Just as they walked in, footsteps came quickly from inside, and then the door opened. Wendel's figure appeared in front of the two with a smile on his face, and Monica followed behind slowly.

"Why did you come back so suddenly?"

"What do you mean, Dad, don't you want me to come back?"

"Uh, I wanted to ask if you had dinner?"

"I have."

"Are you hungry now? Do you want to eat more?"

"Dad, you seem a little strange..."

"Ignore him."

Monica took her shoulders and welcomed her into the house. As she walked into the house, she leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Is everything going well over there?"

Hermione nodded, "Very well, the terrorist organization has been destroyed, and the magic world is peaceful."

"That's not what I'm talking about."

"Oh~ Mom..."

The mother and daughter chatted in a whisper.

When the two walked away, Wendell frowned after hearing a few words and looked at Loren suspiciously, but unfortunately he couldn't tell anything from his expression.

"Loren, Bates is taking Xiaomai out to see a play. Do you want to sit here with us for a while?"

"?"

"The Royal Opera House, tonight is Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice."

"???"

"Don't worry, they are disguised, no one will find out."

"..."

Back at home, Loren sat on the sofa, stroking Crookshanks's fur. He was able to remain calm when facing Voldemort a few weeks ago, but now he was a little dazed.

Xiaomai, as a house elf, is cautious.

Grandpa Bates is a veteran and a cured werewolf who has been hiding in the alpine pasture for decades...

Question, who is the commander of this operation?

Loren couldn't think of an answer, so he could only put it aside temporarily and wait for the suspect to fall into the trap before investigating.

Swish!

Hanhan flapped his wings and flew down from the upstairs, holding an exquisite greeting card in his mouth. The cover read:

"Wedding

William Arthur

Fleur Isabel"