Chapter 2

Ron unlocked the front door and balanced a bag of groceries in one arm and floated a box of water next to him with the other. Since moving to London he had also gotten more into the Muggle "way of life". At first he was scared as hell of the supermarket around the corner and only went in with Harry or Hermione. Hermione ... how long had he not seen her? It had been a few months. He sighed and then shouted "I'm back!" into the flat. He heard murmurs of approval from the small living room of the apartment.
He unloaded the groceries in the kitchen and stepped into the living room, where Ginny was sitting on the sofa with a book in hand. Ron shared the apartment with his sister and best friend.
"Where's Harry?"
"Still at the Ministry. Any discussions with Kingsley," she grumbled, apparently completely lost in her book. Ron just nodded silently. Hermione also lived in her apartment when she was there.At least sometimes. Because she often visited her parents, because whenever she wasn't traveling, she was on vacation. Ron stood undecided in the living room. What should he do? He was out of work and nothing to do. He went out on the balcony and looked at London in the summer evening breeze. Everything looked so peaceful, under the balcony children were playing in a playground. And that lonely feeling overwhelmed him again. Not that he was really lonely, but he just missed that one person.
"Oh, you got a letter. I forgot to say-"
Ron didn't hear her finish the sentence, because at the word "letter" he immediately rushed into the kitchen. There was actually a roll of parchment on the table. He immediately recognized her handwriting and violently tore the latch open.

Dear Ron!

I'm sorry I haven't let you hear from me for so long! But there is a lot going on here in Querétaro (Mexican Desert). Yesterday we finally stumbled upon something that rewards our research.Shortly after seven o'clock in the evening I came across the fine but still well-preserved remains of a kappa, or a ururururururur and so on kappa. The abstract limbs prove my thesis that the Kappa originally descended from the Hinke-Pank. So my research has paid off!
Professor Baynes is very proud and confident that we can safely transport the bones to England to hand them over to the Ministry and the Department of Animal Pathology. Who knows, maybe I'll get really famous again :).

'Of course you will! 'thought Ron with a smile. Hermione was really amazing!

Well, you shouldn't be too narrow-minded. I am open to everything and do not give up my search, the more evidence we find, the better it is.
In Equador, colleagues came across old temple complexes, the Majas. Very interesting, since the Majas originally had their seat in Venezuela. And besides, one can speculate that the inscriptions found in the complex were by no means written by Muggles or other non-magicians.Arnie Townsend translated one out loud and he immediately fell asleep. Got him badly ...
How else do I feel? My skin is slowly getting used to the scorching sun and the over 40 ° C that prevail here every day doesn't bother me as much as it did at the beginning. But apart from that, I would love to be around you again. I miss you, Harry and Ginny. Sometimes it's damn lonely out here ...
But I don't want to whine because I love my job and would never trade it for anything else! Professor Baynes says I could have his job in a few years.

So now it's getting darker and I still have to hang up my mosquito net. All the best and best wishes, send you

your Hermione

Ron sat at the table and ran his fingers over the parchment. You could feel the little cracks where the quill had scratched the parchment. Oh how much he missed her!Her whole being, even her tendency towards the know-it-all and her clever sayings ...
It clicked and the apartment door popped open. A completely exasperated Harry emerged who slammed the apartment door a little harder than he wanted.
"How good that we're in a good mood again today!" Ginny called sarcastically from the living room. Harry took off his shoes, hung his coat on the cloakroom and marched into the kitchen, where he took a can of Coke from the fridge.
"What's up?" He asked Ron, looking over his shoulder.
"A letter from Hermione," he replied, still a little absent-mindedly. Then he shook his head and looked at his best friend. "And what made you so upset?"
That seemed like the question Harry had been waiting for. "Kingsley really wants me to work with Kyle Bagman. He's as useless as his uncle! I mean, he's not stupid, but he can't touch a pen without breaking something!"How are you supposed to work discreetly with him ?! "
Ron smiled weakly. "I didn't know you were so fun-damned lately!"
"I'm not, but-"
“But what?” Ginny had come into the kitchen. "Stop making a fuss over such a trifle here!"
"That's no triviality! This guy's a disaster!" Harry snapped.
"Oh, and how good that we are perfect!"
"Lord God again, you know how I mean Ginny!"
“Am I doing that?” She looked at him with sparkling eyes. "You've been coming home in such a mood for over a week and Ron and I have nothing better to do than hold you in kid gloves so you don't go on the ceiling. Because we're talking about Harry Potter, and Harry Potter has of course his special rights! "
“Please?” Harry looked at her in disbelief and Ron wanted to run away. He didn't want anything to do with their argument, even if he quietly agreed with Ginny.
"Ginny, now listen to me!I've never made any use of my name and you know it very well! "
Ginny said nothing, just kept glaring at him. "I would have thought you had a little more understanding!", she uttered between clenched teeth, turned on her heel and marched out of the kitchen. A minute later the front door slammed.
"What have I done wrong again?" Harry asked, sinking into a chair. He looked at Ron. "Was I really that inedible?"
Ron didn't look happy when he said, "Well dude, I think a little more compassion would have been appropriate. At least to Ginny!"
Harry sighed and covered his face with his hands. Why was everything so damn complicated?