The next day at noon, London Heathrow Airport.
In the departure area, Hermione and her mother hugged each other tightly. Mrs. Eric held Angel, reluctance and unease in her eyes as she looked at Mr. Eric and Su Er right beside them.
Mr. Ellison reached out to straighten Su Er's collar and gently patted his shoulder.
"Stay safe. Protect yourself."
Su Er pressed his lips tightly together. He glanced at Mrs. Ellison and his little sister, who still thought they were going on holiday to France, then met Mr. Ellison's eyes and nodded firmly.
In truth, Mr. Ellison would not have wanted to leave if he had a choice. But a clever person knew that staying here would very likely-no, if the enemy used him, he would only cause his son enormous trouble. Faced with something beyond human strength to oppose, the best way he could help was to leave.
Parting was sad, certainly, but it was not as though they would never meet again.
A little while later,
Hermione and Su Er stood outside the airport. Her eyes were red as she quietly leaned into his arms, and they looked up at the sky together.
There, a pure white plane roared into the air.
"We'll see them again soon." Su Er gently stroked Hermione's shoulder, gazing at the great white bird disappearing among the clouds.
"It won't be long."
Since Sirius had not been killed off, Harry's summer holiday had not been too hard to bear. The Dursleys more or less ignored him, acting as though he did not exist.
Sirius left St. Mungo's a little earlier than expected.
The healers believed that, as long as Sirius did not go looking for death and took his medicine on time, he would soon be back on his feet. With patient