Hogwarts Rising Again

Chapter 110 A Christmas Chapter for Two

Chapter 110 Christmas for Two

"Is that wizard really coming after you?"

Alton checked Molin's body carefully as soon as he got home, and found that Molin was fine except for some burnt clothes.Maureen also honestly told Alton what happened on the train.

"It should be. He probably searched for one car after another. When he saw me, he used magic on me." Mo Lin had nothing to hide from his grandfather.

Alton looked serious, and his brows were getting deeper and deeper: "This matter must be investigated."

Mo Lin then said uncertainly: "Grandpa, if I say that I set the fire, would you believe it?"

"I believe you set the fire, but your flame was transformed by the opponent's black magic, so even the Aurors couldn't put it out. That guy is really insane. Don't let me catch him, he dared to trouble my grandson!" Alton said, pulling his beard and gnashing his teeth.

Mo Lin didn't know how to explain it. There was only half of the bottle of Dragon Flame Repellent left. He wanted to tell his grandfather about his encounter with Anok, but in the end he held back.

Alton had already gone to write a letter to contact the Ministry of Magic. Maureen returned to the bedroom, took out the parchment, and found that the parchment was beating, and there was a line of words on it, which was Arnock's handwriting: "Has the matter been resolved?"

Maureen took out a pen and wrote on a piece of paper: "Mr. Arnock, why did my flame get out of control? Why couldn't those Aurors extinguish my flame? Did I cast black magic?"

After 1 minute, the parchment jumped: "It's not black magic, it's because you are special. Others can't deal with out-of-control flames. Try not to get out of control."

"Is it special because of my eyes?" Morin wrote.

"You will know in the future. Well, I'm going to spend Christmas elsewhere. If the parchment is too far away, the magic will weaken, so we won't be able to contact you. Let's talk about something after Christmas."

Arnock always refused to tell him too many things.

Mo Lin put away the parchment, lay on the bed, and looked at the ceiling. There were a lot of strange things recently. People kept disappearing in the school, and there were people trying to trouble him outside the school. This is really a weird feeling.

"Could it be Professor Charles?" Maureen was thinking. The professor of the school must know which students had gone home, but he denied it again. That person's words and deeds were too different from Professor Charles.

Or was Professor Charles pretending on purpose?

Mo Lin walked to the window and glanced out of the window. As dusk fell, darkness began to cover the land.

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The next morning, it was still snowing heavily outside, and the Muggle community was already covered in snow, and many Muggle children were having snowball fights there.

"Aren't Mom and Dad coming back for Christmas?" Mo Lin sat at the table, eating turkey bread, and asked in a faint voice.

Alton patted Maureen on the shoulder: "They are very busy, sorry, Maureen."

"It's been four years, hasn't it?"

The parents in Mo Lin's memory are already blurred. If it weren't for the photos on the album, he couldn't even remember what his parents looked like.Since Maureen was seven years old, his parents left and never came back. They only wrote a few letters occasionally, and the contents of the letters were not of interest to Maureen.

Alton put down the meat sauce and forced a smile: "The work of studying ancient magic is like this, there is no way."

"They didn't know I was on the Quidditch team at school, or how I was studying, or that I was attacked on the way home, did they?"

Mo Lin lowered his head and stared at his knife and fork in a daze. Every Christmas, he hoped that his parents would come back, but every year he was only disappointed. He felt very uncomfortable. No matter how busy he was at work, he could be busy for four years without even taking a vacation. Don't have time?

Sometimes he envied the Muggles in the Muggle community where he lived. Although they didn't know magic, they could at least be with their parents, holding hands and laughing.

Maureen didn't, he had forgotten what it felt like.

Alton said quickly: "I wrote to them and told them that they are very worried about you, really! I promise, who would not worry about their children? Let's not talk about this, we will plan how to decorate the house later, what do you want Cannon fireworks or will it turn into Santa's Christmas tree? I can go buy a sleigh and how about we go skiing at home?"

"Ah."

Mo Lin responded casually. He knew that grandpa would buy him everything, and he would not be stingy with pocket money, but he just couldn't get interested. Some things can't be bought with money.

"I'm full." Maureen threw the plate into the sink, and the brush in the sink had automatically jumped up to clean the dishes. He washed his hands, turned and walked towards his bedroom.

"Maureen, wait a minute, what do you want? Tell grandpa, grandpa will buy it for you, we can buy some reindeer back, the kind of reindeer that run around in Diagon Alley, or what kind of fireworks you like, Just set it off..." Alton shouted.

But Maureen had already entered his bedroom.

Alton sighed, the wrinkles on his face were crowded together because of worry. He knew what Maureen wanted most. After all, Maureen was still an 11-year-old child, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had tried his best to give Molin the best. In a good life, there are many things he can't make up for.

Alton's eyes were very dim, and he shook his head slightly, with a look of sadness on his face. Christmas was supposed to be a day of family reunion, and it shouldn't be in this atmosphere.

Molin sat by the bed and looked at the photo frame on the desk. There was a group photo of their family of four in the photo frame. At that time, Maureen was only five years old, and he was riding on his father's neck. The photo frame could move. His father He would throw him up from time to time, making him giggle, his mother looked at him tenderly, and Alton smiled happily and contentedly.

But that kind of life ceased to exist long ago.

Maureen was silent for a moment, put the photo frame down on the table, covered the photo frame heavily with a book, and didn't want to see his parents, then lay on the bed staring at the ceiling in a daze.

No matter how optimistic a child is, there are obstacles in his heart, and Molin also has them.

After a while, Mo Lin remembered the expression of his grandfather Alton. He stood up again, opened the bedroom door and walked out. The frustrated expression on his face had disappeared, and he said with a smile in his usual cheerful voice: "Grandpa, I'm ready, Let's go to Diagon Alley! I want to buy a lot of fireworks!"

Alton raised his head and saw that Mo Lin had returned to his usual mischievous look. He was also slightly taken aback, and then nodded quickly: "Hey, okay, let's go right away, wait until I get a bag."

Alton's wrinkles were stretched out, and Maureen's reaction made him very happy. This is the expression that Christmas should have instead of a frowning face. He thought that Maureen had figured it out, and hurriedly put the unfinished breakfast aside , going upstairs to get his bag in those ugly Muggle slippers.

Mo Lin looked at his grandfather's cheerful and hasty pace, his eyes were dazed.He doesn't know what he's thinking, he just habitually suppresses those depressed emotions, if his irresponsible parents don't spend Christmas with them for four years, he at least wants to let grandpa have a good Christmas .

There is always someone who needs to be happy at Christmas, and Maureen thinks that person should be grandpa.

(End of this chapter)