I swung a sword at Hogwarts

It felt like at least half an hour had passed.

Ron was confused as to what Harry was doing and he crawled back to his bed complaining.

Harry looked at the back of his right hand, but there was nothing on it.

But when he moved his hand into the moonlight, he saw a mark consisting of lines and circles appear on the back of his hand.

Everything is true.

My own deal with John.

Harry didn't know whether to tell Ron or not, so he looked over.

Ron had already laid down on the soft pillow, his eyes closed, and he had fallen asleep.

“Maybe this is the right choice.”

Harry clenched his fists.

He looked towards the magic tower, and the cold moonlight cast a veil over his eyes.

Hopefully, Hermione and John can reconcile.

Harry felt a little sorry for Ron, so he decided to take Ron with him on the next mission to enrich Ron's experience in the Auror training class.

Lying down again, Harry pulled the covers over him and closed his eyes.

After a while, I fell asleep.

...

Chapter 834 Gathering the Deathly Hallows

Hermione is a workaholic.

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 handed over her job, she started her own work without stopping.

The Department of International Magical Cooperation originally had three divisions.

International Magical Trade Standards Association.

International Office of Magical Law.

International Confederation of Wizards, United Kingdom.

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

Where Hermione was was the Office of International Magical Law.

This position was previously held by Percy, and now it is Hermione's turn.

It is mainly used to constrain the abnormal behavior standards of wizards in other countries.

Sometimes it is necessary to act as a circuit court and investigate some illegal wizards.

Hermione came here and became the new director. From the beginning, she was busy with a pile of cases.

The wizard that Harry captured last time had a criminal record in a foreign country, and she needed to communicate with the Finnish branch of the Ministry of Magic.

The days pass by in a busy manner.

She didn't even go to watch the Quidditch match she was scheduled to play.

The sky is bright.

Even though the British Ministry of Magic is located underground, the weather system in the window reflects the current weather outside very well.

Hermione pulled her hair out of her bun and stretched.

Outline the already well-developed body.

"Maybe you could consider going to get some breakfast first."

The voice rang out, causing Hermione to let out a scream.

She looked in the direction of the voice and saw someone coming into the office at some point.

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

"When did you come in?"

"While you're dealing with the dumpster dancing case sent from France."

The newspaper was lowered, revealing John's face.

"Have breakfast?" John invited.

Hermione stared at John blankly, her clever brain unable to process what was going on.

She didn't understand why John was here.

John knew she was confused by her expression, so he explained, "Someone made a deal with me and asked me to come over to meet you."

"who is it?"

"Harry."

It was as if back in the old days, John never deliberately concealed anything.

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 seemed to have a Mexican-style breakfast."

"Ron has eaten that thing many times." Hermione perked up and walked over to John. "Every time he said it was the last time he was eating it."

"You didn't bring Crookshanks with you?"

"He's a clever fellow, he should be catching rats in the Ministry right now."

The two of them talked as they walked, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

When we arrived at the dining area, in order to facilitate dining, the removed office was used as the dining area.

At the same time, it also provides another employment channel for house-elves.

This proposal was made by Hermione.

Someone saw Hermione and they talked about the girl behind her back.

Sometimes being too capable is not necessarily a good thing, as it can easily cause jealousy and criticism from others.

Hermione had almost no friends in the Ministry of Magic, only Harry, Ron and others.

But the Ministry of Magic employees who usually would deliberately gossip about what was passing by were now staring at the people around Hermione in amazement.

They talked and laughed as they walked past the Ministry employees, making them think they were dreaming.

"God bless you."

The Ministry employee was so frightened that he could hardly speak clearly.

I always thought Hermione was a Muggle wizard with no backing, but unexpectedly, she actually knew the Witch King.

If they had known this, they would not have dared to talk about this know-it-all lady.

Ordering a pancake with cornmeal crust and various vegetable and tuna fillings, Hermione took the food to a table and sat down.

John was sitting opposite her. Hermione took a bite and said uncomfortably, "Aren't you going to eat it?"

John looked at the thing, thought for a moment and said, "No, I haven't eaten for two months."

Not eating for two months?

Hermione looked at John in surprise, "How did you do that?"

"Maybe it's because I've become less human, so I've lost the need for food." John shrugged. "I won't eat unless I'm entertaining someone."

Becoming less human?

Hermione suddenly felt the food in her hands was heavy.

"When did you become like this?" Hermione put down the biscuit she had taken a bite of. She looked depressed. "I don't even know..."

The food became hard to swallow, and Hermione felt like vomiting but couldn't.

Seeing John become who he is now is such a huge change.

"We haven't been in touch for a while."

John shook his head, "You don't know, that's normal."

"You don't need to feel guilty. Just like I said before, you made the choice and got the result you wanted."

He looked at Hermione, whose face became beautiful after her front teeth became smaller.

"We never owe anyone anything."

"That's nice, isn't it?"

Hermione nodded silently, but she didn't eat the breakfast after all.

Her stomach was so full of self-blame and guilt that she couldn't eat anything else.

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 Witches.

Snowflakes were flying in the winter, and John wore a scarf with the logo of the magic country around his neck.

He looked at Hermione and pulled out another scarf, handing it over.

"Thank you," Hermione whispered.

John chatted, "How is Mr. Granger?"

"He's fine, but he's been too busy with the patients lately."

"Candy has always been damaging to children's teeth," said Hermione.

"But that's also a steady stream of income, isn't it?" John chuckled.

He recalled his father's visit to Granger's dentistry to have a tooth extracted.

The road was long, so long that Hermione would be walking along it for many years to come.

This road was also very short. After Hermione and John walked on the ground, leaving footprints, they saw the sign of Granger's Dental Clinic.

John stopped.

An ice cream truck drove by.

John raised his hand and the ice cream truck stopped.

"In Hogsmeade, ice cream is very popular in the 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 he prepared two ice creams for John.

John paid and handed the ice cream to Hermione.

"I remember you liked this flavor."

Hermione took it.

The same ice cream truck in the park that year.

Same taste.

She took a bite, and couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes. She smiled, and crystal tears rolled down the corners of her eyes.

"Very sweet."

John nodded at her and turned around with his ice cream in his hand.

"John," Hermione called him from behind, as if she was back to the time they first met. She raised her chin slightly, her eyes slightly red, and said, "Hermione Granger."

Seeing this, John smiled and said, "John Wick."

Pedestrians walked past the two of them, as if they were on a train to Hogwarts, and the two, who met unpleasantly, spoke their names for the first time.