MTL - I Wield a Sword at Hogwarts

Obviously it feels like at least half an hour has passed.

Ron couldn't figure out what Harry was doing, so he complained and crawled back to his bed.

Harry looked at the back of his right hand, and 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.

The transaction between himself and John.

Harry didn't know whether to tell Ron or not, so he 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 at the magic tower, and the cold moonlight cast a veil over his eyes.

I hope Hermione and John can reconcile.

Feeling a little sorry for Ron, Harry decided 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.

Soon 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 Magic Trade Standards Association.

The International Office of Magical Law.

The British branch of the International Confederation of Wizards.

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

The place where Hermione is is the International Magical Law Office.

This position was previously held by Percy, and now it is 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.

Under the busy schedule, the days are passing 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 can consider going to have breakfast first."

The sound rang out, causing Hermione to scream.

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

Holding the newspaper in his hand, he covered the man's face.

"When did you come in?"

"While you were dealing with the trash can dancing case sent from France."

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

"Have breakfast?" John invited.

And Hermione stared at John blankly, 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."

It’s like going back to the past, John would never hide anything deliberately.

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 seems to have 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 smart guy, and he should be catching rats in the Ministry of Magic right now."

The two were walking and talking, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

When we come 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 an additional employment channel for house elves.

This proposal was put forward by Hermione.

Someone saw Hermione, and they were talking about this girl behind her back.

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

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

But the Ministry of Magic employees who usually would deliberately talk about each other as they walked by were now looking at the people around Hermione with their mouths open.

They were talking and laughing, passing by the 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 was a Muggle wizard without any backing, but unexpectedly, she actually met the Witch King.

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

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

John sat 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 it?"

"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."

Becoming less human?

Hermione suddenly felt that the food in her hand was heavy.

"When did you become like this?" Hermione put down the cake she took a bite of, her expression was depressed, "I don't even know..."

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

Seeing John become like this, the change is really huge.

"We haven't contacted each other 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 good, 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 could not 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.

The 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's fine, but he's been overwhelmed by his recent illness."

Hermione said: "Candy has always been damaging to 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.

This road is very long, so long that Hermione will walk 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 passed by.

John raised his hand and the ice cream truck stopped.

"In Hogsmeade, eating ice cream is very popular in 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 like this taste."

Hermione took it.

The same ice cream truck was in the park that year.

The 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 the ice cream in his 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."

When John saw this, he 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.