[HP] Born to be a pair

By the time Renee was able to leave the hospital, it was already the day before the funeral—it was not so easy to let the two bloody legs grow back.

During this period, all her sources of news depended on Lisa and Morag, and Neville would often bring different news after he was discharged from the hospital.

Padma and her twin sister, Parvati, left the school, as did Raven Crowley and the sensible Stephen Kornford and Kevin Entwistle.

Later, Lisa's mother also rushed to Hogwarts, wanting to take her home, but Lisa insisted on attending Dumbledore's funeral, so her mother had to stay in Hogsmeade temporarily.

Neville and Harry and others came to visit Renee twice a day - because now that all classes and activities have been suspended and exams have been postponed, there is nothing to do now.

Ron sat next to another hospital bed, vividly telling everyone about the scenes he saw that day-about the spells that Renee hit every time, and the poisonous spells that worked strangely.

Harry listened absent-mindedly, he didn't want to think about the day at all lately; Ginny and Luna listened carefully, occasionally asking Renee a question or two; Hermione was the one who listened most fascinated, But her eyebrows were furrowed tightly, not knowing what she was thinking.

Neville held Renee's hand, and Ron's thrilling description echoed in his ears, and he rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb from time to time.

When he heard the danger, he would suddenly tighten his hands, so that Renee could clearly feel the sticky sweat and nervousness in his palm.

Before being discharged from the hospital, Mrs. Longbottom, Neville's grandmother, also rushed to Hogwarts. She first came to the school hospital to visit Renee.

Seeing the two reconciled as before, she couldn't help but her eyes warmed up, but a witch with a strong personality would never show this side in front of others.

"Would you like to come to our house this Christmas?"

Under Neville's surprised eyes, Mrs. Longbottom raised her head proudly, but her tone was very gentle, as if Renee was a glass doll affected by the volume.

Christmas, Renee couldn't remember where she was the last Christmas in the seventh grade, she seemed to hide in the Room of Requirement, singing Christmas carols with other students in it to pray for Harry's safety.

"I am very willing." Renee had a faint smile on her face. Regardless of the Christmas situation this time, at least from this moment she really wanted to go to the warm and unfamiliar Longbottom's house to spend a warm Christmas.

The day of the funeral was the day they would leave Hogwarts.

The sky shimmered with milky white, covering the entire Hogwarts castle like the auspicious light on the head of a saint. Everyone was wearing their best dress robes, facing the dead Dumbledore in a more glamorous state.

Renee and Neville sat on a row of white garden chairs, supporting each other, surrounded by their family and friends, Mrs. Longbottom, Lisa's mother, Lisa, Morag, Luna.

Harry and the others sat obliquely in the rear, next to Black and Lupine, and they looked like everyone else—with solemn dignity and despondency on their faces.

Just like the funerals that Renee has attended several times, although the process is not bad at all, her mood is like a world of difference.

In the past, she never knew how considerate and lenient headmaster Dumbledore was in private, nor did she know how much sacrifice he made to destroy Voldemort, and she didn't even know that he was also a man who liked to drink mead and black tea. Sugar old man.

Weeping came from all around, Renee turned her head and leaned on Neville's slightly trembling shoulders, silent tears dripped from the corners of her eyes, big ones fell on his robe.

Suddenly, several people screamed, and she shivered and turned around.

She saw blinding white flames burst from Dumbledore's body and from around the table: the flames rose higher and higher, obscuring the body.

White smoke curled up into the air, taking on all kinds of strange shapes: for a split second, Renee seemed to see a phoenix flying happily into the blue sky.

But then the flames died down, and there appeared a white marble tomb, enclosing Dumbledore's body and the table on which it rested.

The white flame dissipated into the air, the atmosphere gradually became heavy, and the crying that no one could stop became louder, but no one would blame these same sad people.

Renee's heart was heavy, not only because of Dumbledore's departure, but also because of an extremely important matter, a thought, which lingered in her heart for a long, long time...

"Neville, at the end of July, before your birthday, can we come to the lake house?" Renee looked at him expectantly.

"Of course." Neville agreed without hesitation, without even asking her why.

This made her feel a little better. On the slightly swaying Hogwarts train, she looked out the window at the rapidly receding scenery, and the uneasiness in her heart was gradually swallowed up by firmness.

The scenery of Lyndhurst Town remained the same. Even if such a huge change occurred in the wizarding world, it seemed that it would be difficult to affect the tranquility and scenery of this town.

But there are still some rumors that Britain has not been peaceful recently. There are always more bombings, plane crashes and train derailments, which greatly reduces the number of foreign tourists.

This has brought a lot of losses to the town of Lyndhurst, which is a tourist attraction, but the optimistic residents still choose to work hard to live every day.

This summer, Renee did not go to work at "Penrose Desserts". Even if Mr. Penrose drove to invite her, she could only shake her head with a smile on her face.

"I'd rather be with my dad," Renee said, "and come to think of it, we haven't even been to the woods together."

It was about the relationship between father and daughter, so Mr. Penrose had to give up, leaving a basket of fluffy and soft buns, and left the lake house.

"This is a novelty." Old Hawk looked at his daughter with scrutiny. "When will you be more willing to spend time with me, an old antique?"

"From now on," Renee's smile looked very happy, "I will go wherever you go."

She kept her promise, and whether Old Hawk was going to the pub in the city or the club in the town, Renee followed him closely and never left.

Even though everyone in town was joking about her belated childhood, old Hawke seemed to be getting used to the little tail behind him, judging by his increasingly relaxed wrinkles and smile.

This tail even follows the factory!Fortunately, Old Hawke has been an employee for many years and is also the project manager.

After consulting the gentle factory manager, Renee also obtained the right to enter and leave the factory freely.

"Ah, isn't this Renee!" Several workers came out of the factory in a crowd, and restrained their rude and frivolous attitude after seeing her, "Are you going to deliver lunch to your father again?"

"Yes." Renee said softly. She tried her best to look quiet and harmless in the factory, and it was best that no one would notice her.

But this matter is a bit difficult. Except for the female workers, there are no other girls who can freely enter and exit the factory. Especially her clothes are all selected by Abigail, which is particularly out of place.

But today she was wearing old clothes from before. The slightly yellowed white shirt was tucked into the washed high-waisted jeans, which looked quite unruly.

"Would you like to come to the party tonight?" one of the workers asked. "At Vanessa's house, she has a big backyard, big enough for us to barbecue and dance."

"Will you invite my father?"

"What—of course not!" The workers laughed, "No, we never invite any leaders to our party, it's too weird!"

"I'm not going, then," Renee said. "Have fun."

During this short lunch hour, she came to his office with the food she had prepared for Old Hawke herself, and put fresh cheese, baguettes and a large pot of English offal stew on the table.

Sure enough, Old Hawk was very happy to see such a cheap but thoughtful lunch. He loudly praised Renee's wonderful cooking skills and ideas, and kept asking her how much she spent to buy these internal organs.

It wasn't until she gave the most reasonable number that he happily grabbed the knife and fork, and gorged himself on these delicious dishes.

"Are you the only one having lunch in the office today?" Renee asked, unconsciously hugging the canvas bag in her arms.

"Almost yes," said old Hawke, "the factory manager came today, so these bastards followed him to the restaurant."

"Really?" Renee looked up sharply, a gleam in her green eyes, "Otherwise we'll go to the restaurant to eat, and bring our lunch—"

"Hey, there's no need. Mr. Toland must have had a big meal at home long ago! They just walked around the restaurant and returned to the office. Now their little thinking has failed—"

"I want to go to the bathroom," Renee said abruptly.

Old Hawk was choked, waved his hand helplessly to signal her to go out, lowered his head, tore off another piece of bread and dipped it in the sauce to eat.

She slowly turned from the wide, open avenue into a narrow corridor next to it, and ran up the stairs to the top floor—she dared not use the elevator for fear of meeting other people.

After looking around, Renee stepped on the soft soles of her shoes and walked towards the square door. The factory manager and his name were engraved on the door plate in gold.

There was a low and slow knock on the door, and after the man inside was allowed to enter, Renee gathered her thin coat and canvas bag tightly, raised her hand to catch the end of the wand that had slipped from the sleeve, and walked in calmly.

Old Hawke felt warm in his stomach, and it wasn't uncomfortable in such an uncertain summer day. On the contrary, his heart, which had been shackled for several years, was also beating hotly.

In order to cover up the fishy smell of the offal, the stewed offal has a very strong sauce, which is suitable for dipping white bread and eating with some fresh cheese-in short, this is another very satisfying lunch for him.

After about half an hour, his daughter came back from the door with a bad complexion. The canvas bag was gone, but the tense neckline was relaxed a lot.

"Ah, you're done eating, Dad," she muttered, and came over to clean up the leftovers on the table. "Then, I'll go back first."

"Where's your canvas bag?" asked old Hawk.

Renee paused for a moment when she was packing the casserole, and then said nonchalantly, "I seem to have left it in the bathroom and forgot to take it... Don't worry, I'll go back and get it later before I leave."

"Don't forget," old Hawk complained, "although you made it yourself, you also used a lot of fabric."

"Don't worry, I won't forget."

Not sure if today will count as Greg Hawke's best day ever - oh no!Not yet, because the day she married Amelia was.

However, today can barely be his second best day, and the happiness shrouded in luck almost lingers in his heart all day long.

He drove home immediately after work, excited to tell Renee the good news.

At that time, she was sitting on the old cloth sofa in the living room, holding a photo of her mother Amelia in her hand, staring absently at the face with a charming smile on it.

"Hey! Renee!" Old Hawk pushed open the door excitedly, "You will never believe who is going to travel to Italy!"

"I don't know, who is it?" Renee trembled, slowly put down the photo in her hand, and looked up at Old Hawk, as if she wanted to smile congratulatoryly, but there was a hint of bitterness inexplicably.

"Of course it's me—oh, it's not just me, there are several other managers. The most important point is that the factory manager pays for the whole process! Three full months! What a generous person!"

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The third round of no-prize quiz!

What is the truth of the travel mystery?

Hint: Renee was 17 years old, and the wand went missing without a huge impact, and the Ministry of Magic didn't know.

Mysterious, bulging canvas bags.

She put on her old clothes again.

The prize is an a la carte episode~

The first person to complete the correct answer wins!