The Wolf is Coming Ch. 45
The sky gradually darkened, and colorful lights dotted the whole street, like a galaxy stretching into the distance.
Emma and Abraham walked slowly along the street, and cars roared past them from time to time, and the bright lights stretched their shadows very long.
Emma looked up several times at Abraham walking beside her, but she didn't know what she thought of, and she swallowed the words back. The two people who usually chatted well in letters were like netizens who died in the light, and they were speechless all the way.
It was not until they walked to the townhouse where the Granger family lived that Emma finally broke the silence.
Under the street light, the little girl holding the fat cat raised her face and looked at Abraham with brown eyes full of stars, "I'm home... Thank you for sending me back, and thank you for the warming charm."
Abraham nodded slightly, "It's just a little help."
"Anyway, thank you..."
Emma hadn't finished speaking when the door opened behind her, and then Mrs. Granger's voice came into their ears, "Hermione baby, you are finally home, your father was still worried about you just now... oh, did I disturb you?"
Crookshanks jumped out of Emma's arms and ran into the house happily, while Emma and Abraham turned their heads to look at Mrs. Granger at the same time.
"Hello, Mrs. Granger." This was Abraham who greeted her properly.
"Mum, it's not what you think!" This was Emma who was eager to explain.
The two spoke almost at the same time, but Mrs. Granger selectively ignored Emma's explanation, looked at Abraham with a smile and said, "Oh, what a polite young man. Thank you for sending our Hermione back. It's so cold outside, if you don't mind, please come inside and have a cup of hot tea."
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Abraham remembered that the last time he returned to Granger's house, he was only knocked unconscious and locked up, but now, he could actually walk in through the front door as a guest and be invited to have dinner together.
Life was really full of surprises.
"Oh, Abraham, try the freshly baked mince pies! This is one of my best snacks." Mrs. Granger showed great enthusiasm for Abraham, and tried her best to invite him to taste her masterpiece. She also chattered with him about Hermione's childhood at the table, "When Hermione was still a very picky eater, as long as I made mince pies for dinner, she would eat by herself obediently, and I didn't even have to feed her..."
"Mum, can you stop talking about this?" Emma said, covering her face.
"Oh, baby Hermione finally knows how to be shy?" Mrs. Granger teased, and then placed the plate of pie in front of Abraham, "Try it."
"Thank you, Mrs. Granger." Abraham, who was used to being alone, was a little flattered. He tasted the pie and praised it sincerely, "It tastes great. Mrs. Granger's cooking skills are really great."
"Young man, don't be too restrained. It's just a simple meal." Although Mrs. Granger said this, her expression on her face was very proud, and she recommended her other specialties to Abraham.
Compared with Mrs. Granger's hospitality, Mr. Granger was obviously much more stable. He kept a polite and distant attitude and talked to Abraham throughout the whole process, but the topic passed by Abraham from time to time.
"Oh? So you are not a local, then how did you think of coming to a small place like Hampstead?"
Abraham glanced at Emma who was concentrating on dinner, and seeing that she had no intention of exposing his identity, he replied, "In fact, the first city I passed through when I arrived in Muggle society was Hampstead. Because I thought this place was more suitable for living, I just stayed there."
Mr. Granger really caught the word "Muggle" immediately. He put down the fork in his hand and asked curiously, "Are you classmates with Hermione? Are you also studying in Hogwarts?"
Abraham shook his head, "My home is a little far from Hogwarts, so I didn't study there. We... met outside the school."
Mr. Granger nodded, and combined with Abraham's appearance, he directly assumed that he was a foreign wizard. After thinking for a while, he asked again, "Are you going to stay here? It doesn't matter if you don't go home for Christmas?"
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