The Wolf is Coming Ch. 19
The Hogwarts Express was moving fast, and the carriage was bustling with people. The little wizards who had already taken off their school uniforms were excitedly discussing how to spend this summer vacation.
Emma sat in a carriage with Harry and Ron. She leaned against the window and looked out, while her right hand stroked the fur of the big cat Crookshanks.
Harry was still a little depressed because of the accident in the Triwizard Tournament. And Ron seemed to be still thinking about Emma's failure to watch Harry's game in time and ignoring him. He only talked to Harry all the way, and glanced at Emma from time to time, and then spoke louder.
Childish! Emma complained in her heart.
She was not a real child, so why would she care about these things? In contrast, she was more worried about how she would behave when she met the Grangers later. The role of Hermione Granger had been figured out by herself thousands of times, so it shouldn't be exposed immediately, right?
When the Hogwarts Express finally stopped at Platform 9 3/4, Emma deliberately lingered in the carriage for a long time before getting off; she couldn't find the Grangers in the crowd at a glance.
Fortunately, as soon as Emma got off the train, Mrs. Granger hugged her tightly, "Oh, Hermione baby, I miss you so much! I haven't seen you for a semester, and my little Hermione has become beautiful again!"
Emma was startled by Mrs. Granger's enthusiasm, but Crookshanks was very accustomed to such things. As early as Mrs. Granger trotted over, he jumped out of Emma's arms as if he was prepared to prevent Mrs. Granger from strangling him to death in the embrace of love.
"Hi, Mum, I miss you too." Emma hugged Mrs. Granger back, then smiled and looked at Mr. Granger standing behind Mrs. Granger, "And Dad too."
"Honey, how is your life at school? Is the homework difficult this semester? Did you stay up late to read again at night? Did you secretly have a boyfriend?" It's been too long since she saw her daughter, and Mrs. Granger wanted to know all about her daughter's experience this semester immediately.
Mrs. Granger spoke very quickly, and a lot of questions made Emma dizzy. She didn't know which one to answer first, and finally Mr. Granger spoke to save her.
"Okay, honey, let's talk slowly when we get home. There is a rich welcome dinner today, and we can talk while eating." Mr. Granger reminded helplessly.
"Meow—" Crookshanks called out to show his presence.
"Oh, Crookshanks." Mr. Granger picked up the big orange cat and scratched his fluffy chin. "Of course, the dinner also has your favorite dried fish."
Mr. Granger drove Emma and Mrs. Granger for three hours until the sun began to set. They finally arrived at a city called Hampstead.
The car stopped, and Emma looked up at the old building in front of her. It seemed that this was her home.
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The sun was about to sink into the horizon, and colorful neon lights lit up Hampstead instead of sunlight. In a quiet corner of the city, a black shadow flying from afar landed quietly.
Abraham, wearing a black cloak, jumped off the Thestral's back. He touched the Thestral's head and fed it the last apple in his pocket, "Thank you for giving me a ride. I hope my willful decision has not caused you any trouble."
The Thestral swallowed the apple in two or three bites and rubbed against Abraham habitually.
"Go back quickly, be careful."
The Thestral neighed softly, as if in response. It spread its wings and walked a few steps, looked at Abraham for the last time, then turned around and plunged into the black sky.
Abraham waved at the Thestral and stood there watching it leave. It was not until the Thestral's figure completely blended into the night and could no longer be distinguished from each other that he finally focused on the city in front of him.
Touching the few dozen gold galleons in his pocket, Abraham felt a little headache; he might have to be a pauper for a while before he could find a place to exchange pounds.
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