Chapter 029 Heading to Neville’s House
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Hong Ri Zhang Wei Luo
Neville lives a little far away.
It takes some special means to get there quickly.
But...
So why rush?
It’s okay to walk slowly.
It's just that the atmosphere is a little awkward.
Along the way.
Hermione kept her head lowered, not daring to look directly at Jack.
Jack also understood her mood.
expedient.
Replace it with him.
They are probably all wondering whether Phantom Transition can reach Mars directly.
That's too social.
Get rid of such things as good feelings and first love.
It was just very simple, a classmate and a new friend spent the night at my house.
Then my parents had a big fight in bed all night, and everyone knew about it.
No one knew whether the Grangers and their wives were anyone worth caring about on earth.
Anyway, as their daughter, Hermione was completely shameless in front of Jack.
So embarrassing.
suddenly.
Jack stopped.
Hermione, who had been walking forward with her head down, accidentally bumped into him.
"hiss……"
Hermione held her nose and glared at Jack.
"What's wrong, are you angry?"
Jack pulled away the hand that was covering her nose.
took a look.
Hermione's nose was a little red, but it wasn't obvious because her whole face was red.
"No, no..." Hermione didn't know how to respond.
She had never experienced anything like that.
That's embarrassing.
Why did this happen when Jack was spending the night at home?
in fact.
Jack, an old man from China, was not clear about some things.
In the United States, the law stipulates that five-year-old children must undergo compulsory sexual education and learn this knowledge.
Then, you can get married at the age of 16.
Therefore, 11-year-old Hermione is indeed a little girl, but she does not understand everything.
But just because I understand.
That would be embarrassing.
Instead of pretending not to understand anything, with innocent eyes open, saying why dad bullies mom.
Alas, it's too difficult.
"Don't think too much." Jack gently held Hermione's hand, "If you must think about it, it's better to think about what is so magical about the trial passage in Neville's house."
"Yeah." Hermione whispered back.
Divert attention.
Although this method is not new, it is very useful.
After a while, I finally stopped thinking about what happened last night.
Instead, it was Jack's warm hand.
How long will he hold on to it?
As soon as Hermione thought of this, she saw Jack loosen his hand naturally.
Without the external warmth, the hands exposed to the cold winter air suddenly became cold and trembled.
at the same time.
There was also an unknown feeling of loss, welling up in my heart.
In a trance.
He actually hoped that Jack wouldn't let go.
Keep holding her.
What on earth was I thinking?
Hermione despised it in her heart.
Maybe.
She was really influenced by her parents.
The whole person seems to have become unruly.
"Let's go." Jack pulled Hermione gently.
Then continue moving forward along the road.
Hermione was silent and followed.
The two walked for a short distance.
I found a taxi.
If you don't take this thing, you may not be able to reach Neville's house even if you walk for a long time.
The two got into the car.
After Jack reported his address, the car started.
The driver was a man of few words.
Driving a car doesn't stop you from chattering.
The car radio is on.
Some sounds can be heard.
Maybe it's because I didn't sleep well last night, or maybe the radio is too hypnotic.
Hermione sat upright for just a moment before falling asleep.
As the vehicle swayed, it unconsciously fell toward Jack.
Jack helped her up and glanced at the driver again.
In the rearview mirror.
The driver's gloomy eyes flashed past.
Jack frowned slightly when he saw it.
What is his luck?
Just take a taxi.
Is there anything wrong with this driver?
Thinking like this, he remained silent.
He just let Hermione rest in his arms.
In this way, if something happens, she can be protected immediately.
The taxi swayed and kept driving.
I don't know how long it took before it stopped.
The driver said in a deep voice: "We're here, right?"
Jack looked at it.
It's a town that doesn't look strange at first glance.
Neville didn't know if he really lived here.
He wasn't sure.
He just wondered.
The driver didn't seem to do anything strange.
Thinking about it.
To no avail.
"Just here, how much is the total?" Jack asked calmly.
"280." I don't know if it was an illusion, but the driver's voice seemed a little deeper.
"Here you go, the rest is a tip." Jack gave him 300 casually.
"Thank you very much." The driver's voice seemed to be much brighter.
Jack couldn't figure out what was going on.
The only option was to wake up Hermione first.
Hermione, who was gently pushed awake, opened her hazy eyes.
Looking at Jack blankly.
"Wake up, we're here." Jack explained softly.
"Yes...really?!" Hermione's voice suddenly rose.
I……
How could I be in his arms? !
Hermione was ashamed and angry.
There may be a hint of other emotions.
She couldn't tell herself.
"Get out of the car." Jack reminded, and then got out of the car first.
Hermione quickly followed.
at this time.
It is snowing lightly outside.
Snowflakes the size of fingernails fell gently.
Jack opened his umbrella to shield Hermione from the snowflakes.
"Thank you." Hermione whispered her thanks.
"You're welcome." Jack closed the car door.
Seeing them all get out of the car, the driver started the car and left the place.
Jack watched the taxi drive away until it disappeared from sight.
Some thoughts came to mind.
But before I could catch it, it had already disappeared.
"Where is Neville's house?"
Hermione's voice turned Jack's attention back to him.
"Looking at the address, it should be nearby."
Jack was sure: "However, it may be hidden by magic. We can first ask the residents here to see if they recognize Neville and if they know the house mentioned on the address."
"Okay." Hermione nodded repeatedly.
The two immediately took action.
It took a long time to get here by taxi.
It was already lunch time.
In some houses passing by, you can smell the aroma of heated food.
There are very few people on the road.
Jack and the others walked for a few minutes before they saw a passerby.
Hurry up and ask.
as predicted.
The passerby didn't know Neville's family.
Jack suspected that the location of Neville's house was hidden by magic.
in the original.
Is that so?
Ok……
Forget it, can't remember.
Anyway, as a pure-blood family with a long history, it is normal for the family's house to be covered with magic.
Only a Muggle-born family like Hermione would let the house stand outside like this.
"Did you leave any contact information before?"
Jack reminded, having thought clearly.
"Only we can't find his home."
It takes some special means to get there quickly.
But...
So why rush?
It’s okay to walk slowly.
It's just that the atmosphere is a little awkward.
Along the way.
Hermione kept her head lowered, not daring to look directly at Jack.
Jack also understood her mood.
expedient.
Replace it with him.
They are probably all wondering whether Phantom Transition can reach Mars directly.
That's too social.
Get rid of such things as good feelings and first love.
It was just very simple, a classmate and a new friend spent the night at my house.
Then my parents had a big fight in bed all night, and everyone knew about it.
No one knew whether the Grangers and their wives were anyone worth caring about on earth.
Anyway, as their daughter, Hermione was completely shameless in front of Jack.
So embarrassing.
suddenly.
Jack stopped.
Hermione, who had been walking forward with her head down, accidentally bumped into him.
"hiss……"
Hermione held her nose and glared at Jack.
"What's wrong, are you angry?"
Jack pulled away the hand that was covering her nose.
took a look.
Hermione's nose was a little red, but it wasn't obvious because her whole face was red.
"No, no..." Hermione didn't know how to respond.
She had never experienced anything like that.
That's embarrassing.
Why did this happen when Jack was spending the night at home?
in fact.
Jack, an old man from China, was not clear about some things.
In the United States, the law stipulates that five-year-old children must undergo compulsory sexual education and learn this knowledge.
Then, you can get married at the age of 16.
Therefore, 11-year-old Hermione is indeed a little girl, but she does not understand everything.
But just because I understand.
That would be embarrassing.
Instead of pretending not to understand anything, with innocent eyes open, saying why dad bullies mom.
Alas, it's too difficult.
"Don't think too much." Jack gently held Hermione's hand, "If you must think about it, it's better to think about what is so magical about the trial passage in Neville's house."
"Yeah." Hermione whispered back.
Divert attention.
Although this method is not new, it is very useful.
After a while, I finally stopped thinking about what happened last night.
Instead, it was Jack's warm hand.
How long will he hold on to it?
As soon as Hermione thought of this, she saw Jack loosen his hand naturally.
Without the external warmth, the hands exposed to the cold winter air suddenly became cold and trembled.
at the same time.
There was also an unknown feeling of loss, welling up in my heart.
In a trance.
He actually hoped that Jack wouldn't let go.
Keep holding her.
What on earth was I thinking?
Hermione despised it in her heart.
Maybe.
She was really influenced by her parents.
The whole person seems to have become unruly.
"Let's go." Jack pulled Hermione gently.
Then continue moving forward along the road.
Hermione was silent and followed.
The two walked for a short distance.
I found a taxi.
If you don't take this thing, you may not be able to reach Neville's house even if you walk for a long time.
The two got into the car.
After Jack reported his address, the car started.
The driver was a man of few words.
Driving a car doesn't stop you from chattering.
The car radio is on.
Some sounds can be heard.
Maybe it's because I didn't sleep well last night, or maybe the radio is too hypnotic.
Hermione sat upright for just a moment before falling asleep.
As the vehicle swayed, it unconsciously fell toward Jack.
Jack helped her up and glanced at the driver again.
In the rearview mirror.
The driver's gloomy eyes flashed past.
Jack frowned slightly when he saw it.
What is his luck?
Just take a taxi.
Is there anything wrong with this driver?
Thinking like this, he remained silent.
He just let Hermione rest in his arms.
In this way, if something happens, she can be protected immediately.
The taxi swayed and kept driving.
I don't know how long it took before it stopped.
The driver said in a deep voice: "We're here, right?"
Jack looked at it.
It's a town that doesn't look strange at first glance.
Neville didn't know if he really lived here.
He wasn't sure.
He just wondered.
The driver didn't seem to do anything strange.
Thinking about it.
To no avail.
"Just here, how much is the total?" Jack asked calmly.
"280." I don't know if it was an illusion, but the driver's voice seemed a little deeper.
"Here you go, the rest is a tip." Jack gave him 300 casually.
"Thank you very much." The driver's voice seemed to be much brighter.
Jack couldn't figure out what was going on.
The only option was to wake up Hermione first.
Hermione, who was gently pushed awake, opened her hazy eyes.
Looking at Jack blankly.
"Wake up, we're here." Jack explained softly.
"Yes...really?!" Hermione's voice suddenly rose.
I……
How could I be in his arms? !
Hermione was ashamed and angry.
There may be a hint of other emotions.
She couldn't tell herself.
"Get out of the car." Jack reminded, and then got out of the car first.
Hermione quickly followed.
at this time.
It is snowing lightly outside.
Snowflakes the size of fingernails fell gently.
Jack opened his umbrella to shield Hermione from the snowflakes.
"Thank you." Hermione whispered her thanks.
"You're welcome." Jack closed the car door.
Seeing them all get out of the car, the driver started the car and left the place.
Jack watched the taxi drive away until it disappeared from sight.
Some thoughts came to mind.
But before I could catch it, it had already disappeared.
"Where is Neville's house?"
Hermione's voice turned Jack's attention back to him.
"Looking at the address, it should be nearby."
Jack was sure: "However, it may be hidden by magic. We can first ask the residents here to see if they recognize Neville and if they know the house mentioned on the address."
"Okay." Hermione nodded repeatedly.
The two immediately took action.
It took a long time to get here by taxi.
It was already lunch time.
In some houses passing by, you can smell the aroma of heated food.
There are very few people on the road.
Jack and the others walked for a few minutes before they saw a passerby.
Hurry up and ask.
as predicted.
The passerby didn't know Neville's family.
Jack suspected that the location of Neville's house was hidden by magic.
in the original.
Is that so?
Ok……
Forget it, can't remember.
Anyway, as a pure-blood family with a long history, it is normal for the family's house to be covered with magic.
Only a Muggle-born family like Hermione would let the house stand outside like this.
"Did you leave any contact information before?"
Jack reminded, having thought clearly.
"Only we can't find his home."
