"If those goblins weren't so greedy and greedy, I think they would be very popular." On the way back Jessamin. Weplinton remembered the goblins' respectful attitude as they left.

"Of course, if it's a rich man like you, maybe he doesn't mind their character." It may be that the McGos title has played a role, or it may be that he is more relieved to get the money, and he does not have the strangeness and vigilance he had at the beginning.

Walking in Diagon Alley, Webrinton did not offer to use the apparition to take him home quickly, and McGoth tacitly prepared to let Burton drive the car back by himself.

On the way back, Webrinton briefly recounted what had happened to him, but even this shocked McGoss, who had lived for 29 years, and he couldn't help but be glad that he had lived in a time of peace.

As he slowly narrated, the scene gradually came to McGoss's mind. The battle was fierce, and in Webrinton's words, the battlefield was full of spells, and if you were not careful, you would be hit, and if it was a control spell, it would be better to be hit by those unforgivable spells that glowed green. His strength at that time was in the middle of both camps, but even this was a close death, and he never thought that he would survive that big war. He had seen his father die under the Unforgivable Curse, and he didn't even know if it had been cast by the Aurors or by his fellow Death Eaters in the chaos of the battlefield. He was so touched by his father's death that he had no intention of fighting anymore and only wanted to find his mother out of the damn place, but the circumstances did not allow him to do so, and after fighting off several Aurors, he was knocked to the ground. Luckily, several unforgivable spells around him had passed him. The Aurors and the Death Eaters were red-eyed, and no one noticed him, but he calmed down in the middle of the battlefield, and looked at the undead wizards around him, and he suddenly felt that all this was so ridiculous. For the sake of the Dark Lord, is it really worth it, even if this war is won, what can he do, his father is dead, can winning bring him back to life? His heart was broken, and he waited for an unforgivable spell to send him out of this dark prison. But fate played a joke on him, he didn't wait for death, he saw his mother, who was riding a broomstick in the sky to avoid the pervasive spell, her strength was ordinary, and he could die if he was not careful in this meat grinder-like battlefield, and he had the urge to live again. He struggled to shake off the effects of the spell on his body, and quickly got up and moved closer to his mother.

I don't know if she saw her father's death. He thought that at this time he did not have time to grieve for his dead father.

"Jessamin. Oh, my son, it's so nice to see you. When his mother saw him, she shouted happily as she dodged the spell. He looked at his mother's happy eyes, and he suddenly felt that as long as he could live with his mother, it didn't matter what the reason was.

"Mom, get out of here, don't fight any more, we shouldn't be in the mix." He said.

"But I didn't find your father, did you see him, and this is the glory of our family, what stupid things are you talking about, as long as we win, a new era is coming." He looked at his mother's fanatical appearance, and suddenly felt so strange. Is it really that important to rule Muggles with purebloods? He had doubts again, but he didn't have much time to think about it now.

"Dad has left, I saw him leave, and he wants me to find you and leave with you." In order to get his mother off the battlefield, he could only lie.

"No way, this is your father's lifelong wish, how could he go, Jessamin, tell me, are you scared." His mother screamed.

He looked at his mother's appearance, and he felt a pang of sadness, "Yes, I'm scared, I'm scared of losing you." He hung his head absent-mindedly and spoke softly.

"Be careful." Suddenly, he heard his mother's exclamation. He looked up and saw an unforgivable spell flying towards him, so fast that he didn't have time to cast the spell and dodge at this distance, and he looked up desperately to take one last look at his mother. But before he could find it, a figure galloped in, it was his mother, who used her body to help him block the spell, and she fell off the broomstick.

"Mommy......" he ran over and picked her up in despair. He saw his mother's moans of pain, and she was in the heart of the curse!

"Jessamin," his mother said blankly, "you're right, get out of here and live......

"No, you'll be fine, you'll be fine, recover quickly!" He kept using healing spells, which apparently had no effect, and he could tell that his mother was about to go mad from torture.

"Avada ......" He wept to free his mother, but he couldn't pronounce the last few incantations anyway.

"Avada's Curse!" A woman came out from behind him and ended his mother's pain with a death curse.

"Mom...... You—" He looked at the woman in front of him with red eyes, he knew her, Bellatrix. Lestrange, Regulus's sister.

"I'm helping you, and you don't want her to continue to suffer." Bellatrix. Lestrange said with a sneer.

"Go and fight, or I'll think you're working for Dumbledore." She stared at him grimly.

"I see." A few words squeezed out from between his teeth. Bellatrix. Lestrange gave him a disdainful look and walked away.

"Mom, I'm going to live, I promise." The whispering sound was audible only to him. He picked up the wand he had thrown on the ground and entered the warband. However, luck no longer favored him, or rather the Dark Lord's ranks began to retreat, and every Death Eater was under pressure. He was in a fight with three Aurors who couldn't keep his magic at the same time. After parrying a few death curses, he was sent out again.

He saw the Dark Lord fleeing like a lost dog, his companions dying and descending, few of them escaping, all of them were caught like him, and he also saw Bellatrix. The Lestrange woman, she was knocked to the ground like him, but her expression was still fierce.

"I must live, definitely, I promised my mother that I could not go to Azkaban, and if I did, I would die." He muttered to himself.

"Hey, come and see, this damn Death Eater seems crazy." The Aurors around him looked at him with hatred.

"Deserved, if it weren't for them, this war wouldn't have happened."

The Aurors' words rang in his ears, but he couldn't hear them clearly, he was now all focused on casting spells without wands, and he was chanting a spell, a life-saving spell that had been passed down from his family. At the cost of permanently losing half of his mana, he was forced to enter a random Floo network in the world, and then forced out. The cost was great, the danger was just as great, he didn't know where he would appear, and he wasn't sure he would survive, because in addition to half of his mana, he had to endure the attacks he was forced to enter and exit the Floo Network.

"No, he's casting a spell without a wand, stop him." An Auror shouted at the sight of his lips squirming, unleashing a spell.

"Peng." He disappeared. The Aurors shouted nervously and loudly on guard, and like Bellatrix. Death eaters like Lestrange laughed.

……………………

Hearing this, McGoth knew that she was about to appear.

"I appeared on the edge of the forest in a small town in the United States, I didn't know where I was at the time, the cost of forcing my way through the Floo network was very high, my body was full of wounds, the wounds were very serious, the blood stained my body red, and the side effects of the spell, I couldn't even pronounce a healing spell, I could only wait quietly for the arrival of death. Then she appeared, and then I knew that she was looking for food, and she saw me who was dying, and she could see that she was frightened, and she approached me cautiously, and when she saw that I was covered with blood, she didn't want to bandage me, in fact, now I think about how stupid she is, what if I am a bad person. "Jessamin. Webrinton couldn't help but smile happily as he said this.

"She must be kind and beautiful."

"She's very kind, here's her picture." As he spoke, he pulled out a black and white Muggle photo from his bosom. Above was an average-looking white girl smiling happily.

"Her name is Yoland. Weplinton. She was an orphan and didn't have a last name, and she took my last name after we got together. Of course, I'm not called Jessamin in the United States, I'm called Hal. He gently stroked the girl in the photo as if he were touching a real person.

"And where is she now? Also in the UK? ”

"No, she's still in that small town in the United States, and she didn't actually know I was a wizard. She thinks I'm a homeless person who is very good at making money. This time I told her that I had come to meet an elder. He laughed out loud as he spoke, and it was obvious that he was really happy.

"There is also a Ministry of Magic in the United States, and criminals like me who are smugglers, if they are caught, they will definitely be sent back to England and then go to Azkaban, so I have always been very careful to use magic to make money, so that everyone thinks it is magic. Since we don't dare to be too conspicuous, they are all street performances, and the money is actually only enough for our usual expenses. ”

"So you suddenly came back and sold the shop to make a living?"

"That's one reason, but the main thing is that she said the other day that it would be nice if we had a home of our own, and I know that's what she's always dreamed of. I'm also moved, home, I've been wandering around with her for so many years, and I owe him too much, and it's time to surprise her. I don't think I'm going to go back to England anyway, so I might as well just sell all these things and go back to the United States and have a home of our own with her, so as to fulfill her wish, and at the same time my wish. ”

"Bless you !!"