The Wolf is Coming Ch. 79

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The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the entire Hampstead into a bright orange color. Looking through the window, it looked like a rich and colorful oil painting.

Emma and Abraham sat in front of the painting, leaning against each other and talking in voices that only each other could hear.

"...I saw that crazy woman caught you, she... she... oh, do you really want to hear what happened to you in my dream? I really don't want to recall this, it's too bad!" Abraham looked at Emma beside him with a resistant expression.

"It's okay, it's just a dream anyway." Emma took Abraham's finger and played with it carelessly, "Tell me, what happened later?"

"Okay..." Abraham looked a little depressed, "The Cruciatus Curse, one after another, and then the knife... you looked in great pain, but I was like a ghost and couldn't touch you at all..."

After a pause in playing with her finger, Emma asked again,"Besides these, what else did you dream about?"

Abraham grew up With a long sigh, he fell towards Emma and rested his head on her legs, "A world without me. You and your friends are having a good time, yes, very, very, good!"

Accurately aware of the sourness in the tone, Emma gently combed Abraham's silver hair with the professional technique of smoothing Crookshanks' hair, "...and then?"

"Then you were with the red-haired one, and even..." Abraham's voice was muffled, but he was unwilling to continue this time.

Despite this, Emma still pieced together the content of the dream from these fragmentary words. She was surprised that Abraham actually dreamed of the original plot, and in addition to being surprised, the prophecy that Professor Trelawney accidentally made gradually came to her mind.

"One soul is replaced by another,

Struggle, fear and confusion;

People from the hometown meet in a foreign land,

The footsteps of the wolf follow like a shadow;

The train ticket will be changed,

Destiny is heading for an unknown distance."

But before Emma could think about the meaning, Abraham had already grabbed the hand that was shuttling through the silver hair, and looked at her vigilantly with champagne eyes, "You won't like him, right?"

So Emma held Abraham's hand back and said softly, "Of course not, my boyfriend is Abraham Cromwell, and only Abraham Cromwell."

"You said it, don't regret it."

"Well, I will never regret it."

The setting sun left with a glow all over the ground, and the night gradually fell in the lights of thousands of houses.

Abraham sent Emma back as usual. Without taking a car or using magic, the two walked and talked, and the journey that should have taken only ten minutes turned into half an hour.

Mrs. Granger was already waiting for them at the entrance, with warm lights pouring down, as eye-catching as the morning star.

"Good evening, Mrs. Granger." Abraham greeted.

"Mum, I'm back!" Emma trotted over and gave Mrs. Granger a big hug.

"Oh, it's only been a few months since we last met, and our baby Hermione seems to have become more beautiful again." Mrs. Granger smiled and hugged Emma, then nodded to Abraham, "Did baby Hermione receive the small cakes and cookies that mom made before?"

Emma nodded quickly, "Yes, I received them. Mum's cooking skills are still so good."

"That's good. You didn't send many letters back this semester. If it weren't for Abraham, I wouldn't know how to send things to you." Mrs. Granger scolded, and then hurriedly invited them into the house, "Okay, okay, don't stand at the door and talk, it's cold outside."

Several people walked into the house with laughter, and just as they arrived in the living room, they smelled the aroma of fried steak.

Perhaps he heard the movement of several people, Mr. Granger poked his head out of the kitchen and said loudly, "Is little Hermione back? Oh, Abraham is here too, come and help me, I just need you!"

Abraham quickly responded, washed his hands and went to the kitchen. Mrs. Granger smiled, took Emma's hand and sat on the sofa, and the mother and daughter chatted intimately.

"When I'm not at home, does Abraham come over often?" Emma glanced in the direction of the kitchen.

"Yes, he comes over often. Sometimes he makes snacks and sends them over, and sometimes he just comes to visit. Occasionally, when I need someone to help with housework, he can help." Mrs. Granger showed a satisfied expression, then pretended to be angry and looked at Emma, "Much more diligent than when you were at home."

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