Chapter 1245 Snow House (2)

The soft snow petals fell to the ground under the strong wind, and the trajectory was quite sharp.

The world was covered in a white mass. The heavy snow that blocked off the world also blocked off Jasna's vision.

There wasn't much she could see.

Several coniferous pine trees with numerous branches in front of the door were swaying left and right under the heavy snow. The hissing sound of the branches and leaves sounded like the wailing of the pine trees that could not bear the heavy weight.

A winding river passes by the door.

During the dry season in winter, the river in front of the door makes a clear and crisp sound that is only made when the water is rushing.

This small abnormality attracted Gasna's attention for a few seconds, and then she discovered that the rustling sound was caused by the ice crystals floating in the river colliding and squeezing each other.

The river surface has not frozen yet in such cold weather, which shows that the heavy snow will not be coming soon.

The scenery on the other side of the river is exactly the same as this side. A little further away, there are some small wooden houses scattered among the sparsely distributed cedar forests. The sloping roofs are covered with heavy snow, and smoke is rising from the chimneys.

As for the places farther away, it was all white.

It should be a Muggle village on the gentle slope at the foot of the mountains.

A thought flashed through Jasna's mind.

Perhaps out of shame for having her life saved by a Muggle, Jasna finally turned her gaze to the Muggle chopping wood in the shed a dozen feet away.

He is a very old Muggle, not to mention being thin and having gray hair, and his ears probably don't work very well either.

Otherwise, you would not be able to hear the harsh squeaking sound when the door hinge rotates.

My brain may be a little confused.
When the cold wind blew across her cheeks, Jasna felt as if a brush with countless metal spikes was brushing her cheeks.

The old man in the shed with hollow walls, wearing only a torn light yellow sweater, completely ignored the biting ice and snow, and focused on chopping the wood with his strong hands holding the axe handle.

but
Jasna's pretty brows slightly frowned.

She realized that this old Muggle might not be not afraid of the cold, but he was so poor that he only had a robe, and that robe just covered her body.

"you"

After hesitating for a while, considering that she was most likely still in Germany, Jasna chose to greet the old Muggle in German.

"You saved me?"

Just as she expected, the old Muggle with his back turned was still busy with the work at hand and didn't hear her talking at all.

So she raised her voice and said it again.

It still didn't work. The fierce wind and snow made her voice inaudible, along with the annoying thump-thump-thump sound of the axe hitting wood.

There was a flash of impatience in Jasna's eyes.

But she couldn't get to the shed because the snow on the ground was up to her calves, and her right leg was in a splint.

Fortunately, the old Muggle finally finished splitting the piece of pine wood.

He bent down, spread his arms to gather the scattered pieces of wood together, and then picked them up.

The two people's eyes finally met.

Unlike what Jasna expected, she thought the old Muggle would be somewhat surprised at her awakening, or it would not be strange to show surprise.

But no emotion could be seen in the old Muggle's gray eyes in the shed. He just looked at him indifferently.

Of course, the old Muggle did not completely express his opinion.

He nodded to himself, then carried the firewood and trudged into the snow outside the shed, walking over staggeringly like a duck.

Jasna tightened her lips, supported herself on the wall with one hand, and jumped back a few times on one foot in shame to make room for the old Muggle to enter the house.

The moment the door closed, the comfortable and soft air like a hot spring immediately enveloped her again. Jasna squinted her eyes and realized that after standing at the door for a while, her face had been frozen and a layer of frost had formed on her eyelashes.

Moreover, her right leg was more painful, and the extreme cold froze the blood soaking the gauze.

The old Muggle's wrinkled face was also covered with frost, as if it was covered with coarse salt. He pointed at the bed with his cloudy eyes, then turned around, walked two steps to the fireplace, squatted down, put down the firewood, and stacked it neatly.

Jasna's lips tightened even more.

She was sure she didn't like the old Muggle, but
I glanced at the gauze that was rendering the blood flower again.

There’s no harm in staying a little longer.

Jasna thought, and then jumped back to the bed and sat down.

"It was you who saved me?" Although it was just a wooden door, it miraculously blocked out most of the noise from the blizzard. Jasna gasped twice and asked again.

A few pieces of freshly chopped firewood were added to the fireplace. The damp surface of the firewood immediately exploded with crackling sounds when it came into contact with the high temperature.

The old Muggle didn't care about the sparks that flew onto his cheek. His strong hands seemed to be unaffected by the cold or heat. He picked up the iron pot with a charred bottom on the mantelpiece and placed it on the table.

Then he nodded.

At least he's not deaf.

Jasna actually breathed a sigh of relief in her heart and thought with some thanksgiving.

"Who saved me?"

She asked again, staring sharply at the old Muggle who was slowly walking back to the fireplace.

Even now, she still couldn't completely let down her guard.

"In the river."

The old Muggle also spoke the first words that both parties spoke while awake.

His voice was hoarse and dry, with little emotion in his tone.

In the river?!
Jasna was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously looked at the foggy window.

This was indeed an answer beyond her expectations, but
That's quite reasonable.

When she followed her father to attack Ekstad, heavy rain was falling deep in the mountains.

The Extapa collapsed under the attack of the warring parties. With luck, she might have been washed into the river by the mountain torrent, and then floated down the river and was rescued when she passed the Muggle village.

With a slight sigh of relief, Jasna's eyes were filled with a hint of relief.

It can only be said that it was Merlin's blessing that she did not die even in such a desperate situation.

So, what about her father, is he still alive?
As for the group of Death Eaters who attacked Ekstad with her, she didn't care about their lives at all.

People in the European wizarding world might be afraid of Death Eaters, but she discovered it after joining the Death Eaters for a while.

There are only two kinds of people in the Death Eaters organization, one is a complete madman, and the other is a poor person who also lives under the fear of Voldemort and cannot escape.

At the moment when I was daydreaming, the ridiculous old Muggle had brought the plates and cutlery, but he only had one set. Maybe he was too poor to have that much.

The old Muggle lifted the lid of the iron pot, and Jasna stood up and glanced at the food in the pot with even more disdain.

She sniffed the fragrant food and found out it was just potatoes boiled in water.

"Thank you for saving me."

Jasna said that she thanked the old Muggle who had unexpectedly saved her life, and then reached up to her body with her left hand that was not holding the wall.

"What shall I do with this gold as my robe?"

Jasna pursed her lips and asked with a slightly unfriendly tone.

"did not see it."

The old Muggle said, his tone calm and calm.

This is not impossible. During the battle with the Aurors from the German Ministry of Magic, her robe was torn into pieces. Then she was submerged by the mountain torrent and rolled into the river. It is reasonable that the torn robe fell off her body.

Jasna paused for a moment and stopped worrying about this issue.

"I am leaving now. When I am in a safe place, I will send someone to bring you gold as a thank you for saving my life."

Jasna raised her chin and spoke in a slightly arrogant tone.

She once again glanced contemptuously at the boiled potatoes that the old man put on the plate and handed to her. Then, without waiting for the old Muggle to respond, Jasna's eyes suddenly focused, and she mobilized the dormant magic in her body to prepare to merge into the void. At the same time, she held her breath.

Apparition would put a certain amount of strain on the body. Her foot was now injured, so she had to be mentally prepared to endure the pain in case her landing position deviated significantly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.
The firewood added to the fireplace began to burn violently, and the fire gushing out of the furnace made the oil lamp squeak and shake.

"I have some dried fish."

Looking at Jasna whose face turned slightly blue, the old Muggle mistakenly thought that she didn't like potatoes and said.

(End of this chapter)