By the time Asher brought Hermione back to the old house, it was almost twelve o'clock in the morning.
It was supposed to be a relaxing trip, but Asher just wanted to throw himself into bed. He felt like he was about to collapse from exhaustion.
On the other hand, Hermione was still in high spirits, her face full of excitement, without a trace of fatigue.
Although the little girl was only holding two or three bags in her hands, the schoolbag she carried with her had been cast with a traceless expansion spell.
Even Asher couldn't remember how many bags the little girl had put in.
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