Su Er did not know what the situation in the wizarding world was now. After returning to this neighborhood, he and Hermione had found themselves cut off from it.
Angel had grown taller again. Though she was growing up, she still clung to her brother and was especially curious about the wizarding world, because she, too, would be going to Hogwarts when she turned eleven.
The holidays had begun about a week ago.
That morning, Su Er's entire family was enjoying dinner at the table. The television in the living room was on, broadcasting the morning news-
"Following the catastrophic collapse of Brockdale Bridge, built less than ten years ago, which sent eighteen cars plunging into the river, another tragic incident has occurred. A major explosion took place in a private residence not far behind the prime minister's residence, raising inevitable concerns for the prime minister's safety."
"According to the police investigation, the homeowner was a woman named Emmeline Vance. Nothing capable of causing an explosion was found at the blast site in the late Ms. Vance's home. The house Ms. Vance lived in was built entirely of wood and stood far from the village-"
Clatter. Hearing the familiar name, Su Er dropped his spoon onto his plate. His expression changed drastically, turning serious in an instant.
Under the puzzled gazes of Mr. and Mrs. Ellison and Angel, Su Er rose and went into the living room.
The news report continued-
"On the same day, a hurricane formed over the counties of southwestern England. According to incomplete figures, twenty-one people lost their lives in the hurricane-"
Su Er stood beside the sofa, waiting there until the news ended and the screen switched to a beer commercial. Having heard no reports of further murders, he let out a quiet breath of