In the morning, Hermione changed into casual clothes and took Eliza Yvonne to her former home in the slums. It should be okay to take a half-day off from school.
The two sisters wore simple off-white skirts and a dark coat, and their hair was tied up with a bow tie. Hermione looked at her proud work with satisfaction.
If he was going to school, there would be a small mail bag on his shoulder. Then he took the two of them out. Outside, Grohl was wearing a light yellow lace dress and saw a few people waving.
Hermione happened to take Grohl to school on the way. Looking at the youthful and energetic Grohl, Hermione took the opportunity to pinch Grohl's cheek. It's good to be young, and I am also very young.
"Sister Hermione, how about you take me with you? I haven't been there yet and I want to see what it's like there." Grohl held Hermione's arm in the carriage and acted coquettishly, his cheeks constantly moving toward Hermione.
Rub it on the chest.
You want to skip class, right? The righteous self will not just sit idly by. Hermione hates seeing children skipping class. "The environment there is very bad, there is nothing to see. I will take your beautiful clothes and shoes for a round trip."
It’s scrapped, go to class and study hard, don’t think about skipping classes all the time.”
"Skipping class, that's what it sounds like. It doesn't matter. It's okay for Sister Hermione to take me with her. I just have to be careful not to be discovered." It's hard to persuade someone who is curious, and Grohl has already done so.
Elisa and Yvonne sitting opposite couldn't help laughing when they saw Hermione's arms.
"Security is very bad over there. Three big men and weird uncles will pop out later and take you to the dark room." Hermione hugged Glor, who was rubbing against her.
"I know what you're capable of, Sister Hermione. Three hundred weird uncles can't beat you, so take me with you!"
"No, you can't skip classes now. It's the time to prepare for college." Hermione began to refuse sternly, otherwise she would get into trouble.
"Sister Hermione, you smell so good and are so soft. I'm almost addicted to it. Take me there!"
"no."
"Sister Hermione..."
After a persistent confrontation, Hermione finally sent Grohl to the gate of the campus, then turned around and walked on the carriage to leave. Grohl shook off his skirt and walked to the classroom in high spirits.
Rick, who was sending his sister to school, happened to step out of the carriage and saw Hermione escorting Grohl into the campus. Rick quickly took a note of Grohl's appearance. It would be better to come sooner than later, so he could inquire about it later.
The cute girl with brown hair and brown eyes behind him saw her brother staring ahead, pulled off Rick's sleeve and said:
"Brother, do you know anyone?"
"I've seen it a lot in school recently, and I'm a little curious." Rick said this deliberately so as not to be suspicious.
"Brother, are you curious about her? Or do you like her?"
"Anna, how can you make fun of your brother?" Rick looked back at Anna with a serious face.
"Perhaps I can help you find out. The girl in the yellow skirt just now is in the class next to mine. She is very lively and cheerful. I think I should be able to make friends with her."
"It's good to make friends! You don't have to ask anything for me, just do what you like."
Rick thought for a while and decided to talk to the private detective. His sister should not be involved in this muddy water. If the other party can afford to go to Chenham Academy, he is definitely not an ordinary person. He should be careful. As Chenham
Famous preparatory education schools can greatly increase your chances of getting into a good university, but ordinary people cannot afford the tuition here.
Hermione received a mission bonus of 5,000 pounds in the previous mission. Compared with the pile of extraordinary characteristics, it was a loss, but it was hard to say anything since she was half an official. Besides, she couldn't use it, so she could exchange some for the church.
The money was good. With this income, Hermione moved the two sisters to the school where Grohl was. The principal also had a good relationship with Royce, and they were successfully transferred into the class.
Rick told his sister not to worry so much, sent her to school and left.
Hermione entered from North Shik Street this time. Both the road and the smell were much better than the previous way. At least she didn't have to worry about stepping on those special puddles on the ground. At least special sewage pipes had been repaired here, and the roads
It's also much wider.
The houses on both sides were old and dark, and the water stains had never dried. The clothes hanging on the clothesline on the roadside provided water drops. A rotten and damp smell enveloped the place. The harsh environment made Hermione feel that the people here were living.
It's hard to live past thirty, mold, bacteria, and germs are just as scary as the witch's disease.
There were not many pedestrians on the road, and most people had already gone to work in factories and textile mills. Under Eliza's guidance, Hermione saw the grocery store from a distance, and Eliza's wooden house in front of it.
Walking through the grocery store, there were fewer people sitting near the wall. Some people buried their heads between their hands and feet, not knowing whether they were alive or dead. On the wooden frame shelf outside the store, there was a man with a messy beard and black old clothes.
The old man in clothes poured stale vegetables on it. When he saw Elisa Yvonne, he opened his slightly cloudy eyes and said
"Little Eliza, little Yvonne, are you back? I haven't seen her for so many days and I can hardly recognize her. She is indeed a beautiful girl! Go home and have a look!"
After Elisa said hello to the old man, she pulled Hermione and Yvonne and walked quickly towards the old wooden house. The old wooden house was still the same as before, except that there were many clothes and cloth hanging outside, and the environment was cleaner than before.
a little.
Elisa's eyes were a little moist as she walked in; Yvonne was still young and still had a trace of hope.
There was a strange, sturdy woman inside washing clothes. There was a crib next to it, and a boy about the same age as Yvonne was taking care of the baby inside. Seeing the strangers in front of the door, the woman was a little confused.
Wiping his hands on his apron, he walked in front of the crib.
Hermione opened the door and said, "Hello, madam, may I ask where the female resident of this house went? We are here to find her."
The strange woman replied a little warily, "We don't know either. She left before the landlord sublet it to me."
"Is that so? Thank you for informing me." Hermione felt a little regretful.
Elisa lowered her head and shed tears. She tightly grasped Hermione's clothes with her right hand. Yvonne held Hermione's right hand and looked around. The strange woman put down some of her guard. It seemed that the person in front of her was
I'm here to find someone.
"Did you leave anything behind? Did you say anything?" Hermione continued to ask.
"No, we don't know this either."
Hermione thought for a while and decided it would be better to make sure, so she and the woman borrowed the room and the mirror inside. Hermione took Eliza Yvonne in. Although the strange woman was a little confused, she didn't say anything.
This house was the place where Eliza's mother used to live. It should be used as a medium for divination. Hermione asked Eliza and Yvonne to stay on both sides, and she condensed a pattern symbol used by the witch for divination in the mirror. A simple ritual
After that, I took out the spare datura flowers and camellia mixed with spiritual powder and sprinkled it. After a while, a picture appeared on the mirror.
'It seems that I have recovered a lot of strength, at least I am not inactive now and then.' Hermione was also a little surprised inside.
The scene of Mrs. Kent and a man, and the woman outside; the scene of Mrs. Kent leaving with a box; the scene of standing by the sea; and finally the scene of darkness.
Hermione already knows the ending. Even if it doesn't happen, she will die from the torture of the disease. It has been too long, and she may even have no spirit. Let the deceased rest in peace!
"I know that box. It contains my father's relics." Eliza cried.
"Sister Hermione, where did mom go?" Yvonne was still young and couldn't think of too much at the moment.
"Went to a far away place to find your father." Hermione didn't intend to hide it.
"But daddy is gone." Yvonne started to cry as she thought about something as she spoke. Hermione comforted the two of them and waved her hands to clear away the traces.
"Keep this secret and don't tell others."
Hermione walked out of here with the two crying people. The strange woman didn't say anything, just watched her leave. She felt that the air around her was much better.
Outside, some unkempt children were watching. Hermione held Yvonne in her arms, took Eliza and left.
It is estimated that some of the children who were watching knew Eliza and Yvonne. The two of them who were still grieving were not in the mood to care about it. Hermione slowly avoided the puddles and left, and some of the people sitting by the wall
People raised their heads, looked numbly, or stretched out their hands to ask for help.
Hermione didn't dare to see these people, and she didn't know what to do. She was not a social practitioner, and she had no experience as a politician. She thought she had become hard-hearted. Is it because of her own influence?
From the mudroom next to it, a boy carrying a bucket walked out and looked at Eliza, "Is that you? Eliza."
Eliza looked at it, nodded, said nothing, and continued to move forward while crying.
On the way, a few people who didn't open their eyes saw three young girls trying to come up and do something. Before they could get in front of the people, they suddenly fell into the corner and kept coughing, which frightened some people behind them.
Hermione let Eliza go ahead, and she touched the sobbing Yvonne in her arms with her hand. Although separation and death are normal in life, how many people can face it calmly? The boy behind him was watching with a bucket.
