[HP] Born to be a pair

Greg Hawke embarks on a one-way journey with a bone china jar containing his dead wife.

He planned to start from England, first go to France on the other side of the bank, and enjoy a sunny trip to Paris with Leah; then turn to Italy, which has never been well traveled, to Milan or Turin.

The cruise ship gradually left the shore and sailed slowly into the distance on the turbulent sea. The waving hands on the ship and the waving hands on the shore were like a mirror in the middle.

The old man in a neat black overcoat let go of his crutches, held a small bone china pot with one hand, and extended his other hand to wave to a beautiful couple on the shore.

The farther the cruise ship moved away from the shore, the more his eyes shone with a certain joy, as if the morning light was hidden inside, making his eyes shine.

Renee also inspected the captain's upper body, leaning on the railing and waving a handkerchief at him. Behind him, Neville supported the thin body to prevent her from falling into the sea.

She was smiling in a trance, and even though the distance was getting farther and farther away, she kept her gaze fixed until the gorgeous cruise ship turned into a small dot in the setting sun in the sky, and then a drop of tears accumulated on the corner of her eye little by little, forming a Big teardrops would fall, run down the cheeks, and sometimes stop at the corners of the mouth.

She bid farewell to joy and also to misery, but at this moment, all Renee tasted was the bitterness of tears.

A week later, Neville moved into Renee's apartment, bringing more furniture and luggage, and filling the emptiness of her life with color and enthusiasm.

He brought the fiery red into this blue-gray apartment, and wrapped the melancholy Renee in warm brown, making her feel warm bit by bit.

On this day, Renee left the study after finishing writing, and when she walked into the living room, she found Neville kneeling on the ground with his head stretched out, almost getting into the dark stove.

"What are you doing?" Renee observed for a while, and couldn't help asking.

"Ouch!" Neville was taken aback, knocked his head on the edge of the stove, and stood up from the stove, clutching his forehead.

She hurried forward to help, only to see a gray-faced man smiling at her with his teeth bared, and couldn't help laughing too.

The good thing about being a wizard was that, with just a few spells, Neville's face was back to what it used to be, with only a bumpy red mark on his forehead.

"As far as I remember, the stove hasn't been working since I rented the apartment," Renee said. "The landlady said she would get someone to fix it."

"But she didn't come, did she?" Neville grinned, and several light-colored welts could be seen in several places under the blond hair. "Autumn is coming, and the weather is starting to cool down, so the stove must be repaired."

"Don't worry, isn't the sun still rising today?"

"The sun doesn't come out every day in London. What's more, last night, I felt your feet were cold."

Renee looked at him deeply, looking like she wanted to kiss him.

But a harsh phone ringing interrupted the conversation and made her shudder, with a trace of fear in her eyes.

Neville immediately walked towards the door, and while gesturing to comfort her while answering the phone, he said, "Hi, this is Renee and Neville's home, I'm Neville—"

"Hello, hello, Neville, can you hear me?" Ron yelled from the receiver, and Harry's voice was faintly heard.

"Oh, it's Ron! Hello, Ron!" Neville turned around and explained to Renee, and answered the phone again, "I can hear you clearly, is your apartment also equipped with a telephone?"

Since they started working at the same time, they each moved out of their homes and rented a two-room flat together.

The apartment they just rented was probably even paler than Renee's—just painted and bricked, the landlord left an old leather sofa from the last century, and two mattresses with springs sticking out .

But it only took Sirius Black, Mrs. Weasley and Hermione to go a few more times, and their apartment surpassed Renee and Neville's home in a short time at the speed of Weasley's whizzing fireworks.

Renee looked around, taking a closer look at the apartment, which was full of homey atmosphere, warm and ordinary, just like any apartment in London.

But she doesn't want to rent here for the rest of her life.

It was like a piece of shaved flannel trying to cover the gap in her soul, only to be helpless because the gap was too wide.

But what if you change to a bigger house?Like the lake house, or the Longbottoms, would she feel better again?

Renee herself didn't know.

"They invited us to dinner!" Neville said to her immediately after putting down the phone, his blue eyes brimming with joy. "It's a very formal dinner because—"

Lowering his voice, he stalked Renee and said, "—because Ron has finally decided to propose!"

Renee stared at him with wide eyes, slightly surprised.

As the writer who was invited to be the emotional column of "Witch Weekly", Renee will never ignore the emotional problems of her friends easily.

The relationship between Harry and Ginny is stable and happy. Even though one is busy as an Auror, and the other is going out early and returning late in order to make his mark in the Holyhead Harpies, the two still try their best to spare some time for each other. emotion.

Luna has not met the person she likes for the time being. She has a free and unfettered personality, so after graduation, she left England alone to pursue the unnamed magical animals she wanted to discover.

Padma winds up with Michael Kenner by accident; Liza, seemingly intent on staying celibate, rejects other suitors, and embarks on a thirsty adventure with Morag.

Only Ron and Hermione, only they——obviously they also work in the Ministry of Magic, but because of different positions and different offices, they seem to be separated by an invisible barrier.

Ron and Harry shared a flat, and Hermione lived with her parents, who had returned from Australia, and it seemed that even interleaved breaks were hard to come by.

The work of the two of them was too busy, and Ron was still wandering in the rented house, which made him even more timid about going further.

"How did he—" Renee asked in surprise, "how did he decide?"

"Don't know," said Neville, "but it sounds like he's serious, and, besides the proposal, he said he has a very important announcement to make."

"I really want to know what that is."

"Well, let's go get dressed first—it's a very formal dinner."

The friend's happiness made Renee feel happy, and it was like a pair of invisible hands pulling her out of the swamp of depression and depression recently. She could already feel the breeze of freedom in her waist and chest.

She seems to perceive something from it, which is a key to get rid of her emotions.

It's just that the key is still shrouded in fog, and its shape cannot be seen.

When it was just dark, the two got out of the taxi and walked into the apartment building on the corner of the street.

It was Mrs. Weasley who opened the door for them. She couldn't help smiling when she saw these two well-behaved young people, but maybe there were other happy events today, and Renee seemed to be a little bit happy from it.

"Neville, Renee! Come in!" Ron called to them across his mother, as if he couldn't wait to get out of the pile of red-haired brothers. "You didn't tell Hermione, did you?"

"No, because you said it would be a surprise," Renee replied, watching everyone in the room curiously.

Some acquaintances - Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Percy, Fred and George, Ginny Weasley, another red-haired man with a broad, meek, freckled face, shorter than his brothers Some, and some more solid.

"This is my second brother, Charlie," Ron introduced them. "He was in Romania, and he just came back for holiday."

"Hello!" Charlie shook hands with them one by one.

Then there was Harry, who was chatting with his godfather, Sirius Black, by the liquor cabinet, looking very happy.

Fleur also came, and she excitedly looked through the cabinet where the discs were stored, as if she wanted to choose the most suitable one herself to accompany Ron's marriage proposal.

"Luna won't be back," said Ron regretfully, "but she's sent a . . . unusually plump lobster, hoping to add to dinner."

Renee decided to wait until someone else had tasted the dish.

"Are you going to surprise Hermione with everyone?" Neville asked. "Where should we stand?"

"What? Oh... oh... no, no, I'm not going to propose to her in front of everyone," Ron stammered, "well... actually, I'm not sure if she's Really want to get married, so I'm going to wait for her at the door of the apartment first—whether she agrees or not, tonight will be a wonderful dinner party."

He lowered his voice and approached: "Actually, only you, Harry, and Ginny know about the proposal, so if we come in later and she doesn't have a ring on her hand, don't show it."

"We understand!" Renee and Neville said in unison, she was happy for Ron's growing courage and thoughtfulness day and night, while Neville glanced at Renee who was smiling.

Just before dinner started, Ron said to everyone: "Sit down first, I'll go downstairs to pick up Hermione."

The others were puzzled, and only Harry, Ginny, Neville, and Renee at the dinner table exchanged glances, expressing their excitement and happiness.

"Sit down first, Mom," Fred pushed Mrs. Weasley on the seat. "Little Ronnie must be worried that Hermione will go to the wrong room!"

"Yeah! Hermione's never been here, after all," said George, "but - well, did Harry or Ron buy the fancy lace china set?"

Harry smiled dryly, but didn't answer.

Renee pretended to care about other people's conversations, but her eyes kept wandering towards the door.

She heard that Percy Weasley had recently met a wonderful girl, Audrey, and was planning how to ask her out.

She heard that Sirius Black rented a room opposite Harry and Ron's apartment, wanting to be further away from the spooky old house.

She heard Bill talking about the latest events at Gringotts, how Fleur was only a few months pregnant...

With a bang, the door was pushed open.

A tall and thin red-haired young man, with a childish smile on his face, is holding his partner tightly, a beautiful girl with brown hair tied into an elegant bun.

The girl was also flushed, looking at them in shock and shame, she suddenly raised her hand to caress her face, a shining gemstone on her ring finger reflected the light.

"Hermione said yes to my marriage proposal!" said Ron.

Before all the people who knew and didn't know were cheering for this fruitful love, he dropped another heavy thunder.

"I resign as an Auror!"

Ron said it wasn't until he actually became an Auror that he realized he didn't enjoy the job.

He suffers from being squeezed out of time with friends and lovers, and also suffers from being unfamiliar and difficult to persist in the workplace.

So, sitting alone on the balcony on another missed date with Hermione, he asked himself: What exactly do I want?

With the support of self-expression and enlightenment from Harry and Hermione, he chose to quit his job, and bought Florin's Cold Drink Shop in Diagon Alley with the money he saved and Sirius' share sponsorship.

"It's the 'Weasley's Cold Drink Shop' now!" Ron said beamingly, "Who would have thought that such a cold drink shop would have a second floor! I packed up the second floor, just in time to invite Hermione to live together. "

"Happy ending! But what about the abandoned Harry?" Fred asked.

The jilted Harry himself shrugged and said he didn't mind.

But Mrs. Weasley's face was terribly dark, both happy for her youngest son's relationship with Hermione and angry at his self-assertion.

The Weasleys weren't the only ones who had long remembered the explosive news.

So did Renee and Neville.

After a dinner of pain and pleasure, they walked home arm in arm.

As the night fell, the starry stars cast a halo of light on the tops of the two people's heads, and there was only the endless chirping of cicadas, which disturbed the quiet night and added a bit of summer night fun to the atmosphere.

Judging from Ron's experience, Renee seemed to have seen a half-open treasure house door.

Every word of those subtle thoughts and words dazzled her, and bathed her heart in a strange light.

She suddenly understood everything, and all the helplessness and melancholy during these days dissipated, as if an open hand suddenly threw a handful of light at her.

The unremarkable apartment, the job that seems to be a preference but is actually just for making ends meet, are all the shackles she chose to ruthlessly imprison her.

Is there any place that she is familiar with and longs for, and what kind of work makes her happy and satisfied?

Renee already had the answer.

"Renee." Neville stopped abruptly, his blond hair looked even more holy under the streetlight.

"What's the matter, honey?" Renee's tone was soft and cheerful, with a relaxed smile on her face.

"What if—what if, I also want to quit my job as an Auror?" he asked cautiously.

Renee froze, looking at Neville in disbelief, her heart pounding in her chest.

"I...I understand that we haven't saved enough money to buy a house," Neville explained hastily, "but I will definitely work harder to earn money."

"If you're not an Auror, what would you like to do?"

"I think—it probably has something to do with herbal medicine. I can go to the Herbal Medicine Association to help, and I can also try to send a letter to Principal McGonagall. Maybe she can give me a suitable job."

The twilight of the evening turned his face blue, his eyes were hidden in the shadow, but exposed to the light again under the slight shaking, the blue eyes were full of expectation, anxiety and fear.

"You're kidding -" Renee said in a singing drawl, "this is absolutely brilliant! Go do what you want, Neville - because, because I think so too! "

Neville felt a little dazed, but uncontrollably lapsed into glee and obsession with her.

"I'm going to quit my job, and I'm going to quit this apartment!" Renee's eyes sparkled, "I've made up my mind—to work where I want to go most, with my favorite co-workers work together!"

"Where, who?" Neville asked uneasily.

"Hogwarts' hospital! Ms. Pomfrey!" Renee continued without giving him the slightest breath of surprise and hope,

"Before that, though! We've got to get married!"

The author has something to say:

I'm here again!It's a little late today...sorry.

Here comes the Hogwarts husband and wife team. Renee likes to treat others and take care of others. Working with Ms. Pomfrey must be her happiest.

And you can live in the staff dormitory together, which saves you the money to buy a house (bushi)

The next chapter should be the wedding~ Why hasn't the second episode of ordering dishes appeared yet?