Harry judged from Hermione''s tone that this time it was his parents.
For no reason, Harry felt a palpitation again.
Harry went to Hermione in spite of his panic. He felt something heavy was pressing on his chest, just as Dumbledore had just died, and his heart and lungs were really weighed down with grief.
This tombstone, only two rows behind the tombstones of kaidera and Ariana, is made of white marble, like Dumbledore''s tomb, which makes it easier to see, and it seems to shine in the dark.
James Porter was born on March 27, 1960 and died on October 31, 1981. Lily Porter was born on January 30, 1960 and died on October 31, 1981. The enemy who will be defeated is death!
Harry read slowly, as if he had only one chance to understand the words. Then he read the last sentence out loud.
"The last enemy to be defeated is death..."
All of a sudden, a terrible thought flashed through my mind, with a trace of panic, "could this be a Death Eater''s idea? Why are they here? "
"This is not what death eaters call victory over death, Harry." Said Hermione gently. "It means You know Life can transcend death. Some people are still alive even though they are dead. "
"But they have lost their lives," Harry thought "They have gone!"
These empty words can''t hide the fact that his parents'' bones are rotting under the snow and stones. It''s unimportant. It doesn''t need to be noticed. Before he could control it, his hot tears burst into his eyes and immediately froze on his face.
What''s the point of erasing or masking?
Harry let his tears run down, his lips pressed, and he watched the thick snow cover the place where the remains of Lily and James were buried, perhaps only bones, or dust.
They didn''t care, they didn''t care about their living son standing so close. Because of their sacrifice, Harry''s heart is still beating, he is still alive, but at this moment, he hopes that he is sleeping with them in the snow.
Hermione had taken out her wand and held it tightly.
Harry didn''t look at her, but there was also a sense of urgency. He gulped down the night air, trying to calm down and control his emotions. He should have brought something to his parents, but he never thought about it, and all the plants in the cemetery were withered and frozen.
However, Hermione raised her wand, made a circle in the air, and then a circle of Christmas roses opened in front of them.
Harry took it and put it on his parents'' grave.
Once he got up, he wanted to leave: he didn''t think he could continue standing there.
Harry put his arm on Hermione''s shoulder, and Hermione held Harry with his backhand. Then they quietly turned around and walked through the snow, past Dumbledore''s mother and sister''s grave, trying to return to the dark church and the narrow invisible door.
"Fanlin..." Hermione called softly, as if she didn''t want to disturb the sleeping soul in the cemetery.
But there was no response.
This made Harry''s nerves, which had been relaxed by grief, tense up again.
"Wait a minute..." Hermione felt as if she had been frightened. A white shadow came out of the darkness behind her.
That''s Animagus of van leen.
"What''s the matter..." Harry responded in a daze.
"We''re being watched over there, and I''m sure, right behind the bush."
It seems that with Hermione''s words, van Lin''s body stops in the snow, and his muscles are tight. You can clearly feel that van Lin''s slightly raised back and curled up body seem to rush out of the place in the next second.
In fact, from the beginning of entering the cemetery, the sense of surveillance has not been dissipated, perhaps due to the instinct of animals, so it also makes van Lin pay attention to it all the time.
"Fanlin..." Hermione exclaimed, but before she could finish speaking, a threatening roar broke out from Fanlin''s mouth. Different from the soft and cute cry in the past, it can be clearly observed that the hair on Fanlin''s body is slightly set up.
Suddenly, Harry and Hermione were nervous. They stood still and gazed at the dark boundary of the cemetery.
But after a long time, Harry still didn''t see anything.
It wasn''t just Harry who had a neurotic feeling.
"Are you sure?"
"I see something moving. I swear I saw... " Hermione pulled out her hand and tried to pull the wand out, but Harry stopped her.
"We look like Muggles now," Harry said.
"Muggles will lay flowers in front of your parents'' graves? Harry, I''m sure there''s someone over there! " Hermione said helplessly, but Harry was right. They are two Muggles now.However, Hermione''s words remind Harry of the story in the history of magic that cemeteries are often haunted. If that''s the case
But then he heard a rustle of bushes, and saw a few snowflakes whirling down the Bush Hermione had pointed to. Ghosts can''t move snowflakes.
"It''s a cat." Harry said, and after a second or two, he said, "or a bird. If it was a Death Eater, we would have been dead. "
But Fanlin did not move, and after a few minutes, it seemed to be certain that there was no sign of other life, and van Lin''s body was really gradually relaxed.
"Let''s get out of here." Fanlin''s words came to mind in Harry''s and Hermione''s heads.
This is similar to mind control or psychic transmission.
"I didn''t see what it was, but for sure, it left." Said Fanlin.
"OK..." Harry nodded. "We can put on the invisibility cloak again."
Fanlin jumped back to Hermione''s arms, just like sleeping, but the little ears were still shaking back and forth.
Animals are much more aware of danger than humans, aren''t they.
However, let van Lin''s heart be puzzled, before it was like being disturbed by magic judgment, that dark shadow Fanlin could not observe his whole picture.
Is it a person?
But it felt more like a monkey? Or something else
If it''s one person, it''s a little strange, and, as Harry said, if it''s a Death Eater, then one of the three of them will fall.
An uneasy mood enveloped the three men.
As they left the cemetery, they still looked back from time to time.
Harry felt that he was not optimistic when he tried to reassure Hermione. He was happy to walk to the door and return to the slippery sidewalk. At least there was a human breath here, right.
They took off the invisibility cloak.
The tavern was more lively than ever, with many people singing the hymns they had heard in church. Harry considered whether he would suggest hiding in the pub. Before he could say it, Hermione whispered, "let''s go this way."
But Hermione took Harry in the opposite direction as he came to the gloomy street outside the village.
The houses around him were becoming scarce, and the narrow path was widened again. They walked forward quickly, past the windows that glittered with color and showed the outline of the Christmas tree.
"How can we find bashida''s house?" Asked Hermione, shivering a little, looking behind her from time to time.
"Harry? What do you think? Harry Harry pulled at the end of his path, but he didn''t pay any attention to her.
Suddenly, Harry pulled up Hermione and ran there. Hermione almost fell on the ice.
"Harry..."
"Look, look, Hermione..."
"I didn''t Oh Harry saw that the curse of loyalty must have failed with the death of James and Lily.
Since Hagrid rescued Harry from his waist high grass from the rubble, the fence has grown wild since it was left unattended. Most of the house was still in good condition, although it was completely covered with dark ivy and snow, and the right side of the top floor was blown up, and Harry was sure that was where the curse exploded.
He and Hermione stood in front of the gate, staring at the building that was supposed to be the house they had just passed by, and now it''s only debris.
"I want to know why no one has rebuilt it." Said Hermione in a low voice.
"Maybe it can''t be rebuilt," Harry replied. "Just like the damage caused by the black magic, there is no way to make up for it?"
Harry reached out under his invisibility cloak and grabbed the snow covered, rusty door. He didn''t want to open it. He just wanted to be part of the house.
"Don''t go in? It doesn''t look safe, it may Oh, Harry, look
His contact with the gate seems to have brought about some change. A wooden sign, emerging from the tangled nettles and weeds in front of them, was written in gold letters: here, on the night of October 3, 1998, Lily and James Potter lost their lives, and their son, Harry, became the only wizard to escape the curse of death!
The Muggle invisible house remains in ruins as a monument to the potters and a wake-up call to the violence that broke up their families!
But it''s not just that.
Around the neat text, the wizards who witnessed the boy''s immortality scribbled their words.
Some simply wrote down their names in indelible ink, some carved their initials into wood, and others wrote short messages.Whether it looks like the handwriting left a few days ago or the dim ink of 16 years ago, all the words are the same: good luck, Harry, wherever you are.
When you read this, Harry, we''re all behind you!
Long live Harry Potter.
"They should not write on the sign!" Said Hermione indignantly.
But Harry gave her a smile: "that''s great. I''m glad they did. I... "
Harry stopped suddenly.
A heavily dressed man slowly came to them from the small street, and the bright lights in the square in the distance made people unable to see his black outline. Hard as it was, Harry saw that it was a woman.
She walked slowly, perhaps for fear of slipping on the snow. Her bent back, resolute look, and her shuffling fatigue make people feel that she is very old.
They watched her approach in silence.
Harry wanted to see if she would go into a house, but he knew very well that she would not go into any of them.
Finally, she stopped a few meters in front of them, stood in the middle of the frozen road and looked at them.
Now, Harry doesn''t need Hermione pinching his arm to understand that this woman can''t be a Muggle. She was standing there looking at a house that Muggles couldn''t see.
What''s more, one thing confirms that she''s a witch, because it''s weird to come out on such a cold night just to see an old, ruined house.
And, according to the magic rules, she should not be able to see Hermione and Harry.
But Harry had a particularly strange feeling that she knew they were there and who they were.
Just as Harry came to this disturbing conclusion, the woman raised a gloved hand and made a gesture.
Hermione came closer to Harry under the invisibility cloak. She held Harry''s arm tightly. "How did she know?"
Harry shook his head.
The woman waved her hand harder.
Harry could think of a lot of reasons to ignore her. He and she looked at each other in such a deserted street, and his doubts about her identity grew with time. Would she have been waiting for them all these long months? Will Dumbledore keep her waiting for them and tell her that Harry will eventually come? Did she follow them all the way from the graveyard to here in the dark?
She could see them. It was the only thing Harry could be sure of. It felt like facing Dumbledore, because Dumbledore could also find her hiding under her invisibility cloak.
Finally, Harry suddenly said something, startling Hermione and vaseline. "Are you bashida?"
"Are you crazy, Harry!" Once again, van reen''s voice came from Harry''s head. "You shouldn''t be so exposed. We''re not even sure."
"When did you become so careful?" Asked Harry in surprise.
"Don''t you think it''s strange?" Fanlin squinted, as if back to the day, the original round blue pupil suddenly contracted into a vertical line, which felt like a snake.
In the blur, the figure gave van Lin a strange illusion, as if he had seen it there.
"Strange what?"
"No one has heard that we are here today, have they?" What''s more, even if she''s staring at the house all day, but in the invisible state, the road is almost covered with hard snow. How did she find us
"Maybe Dumbledore gave her a way?" Harry responded uncertainly, glancing at the old wizard who didn''t seem to hear him.
"This is the invisibility cloak, Harry!" Fanlin said, and then added in his heart, this is one of the sacred vessels of death.
"It''s no different..." Harry said uncertainly, "Dumbledore and you can''t find me..."
"It''s different, Harry. We can find out because we''re familiar enough." Fanlin said, eyelids lifted, the old man who was still standing in place was slowly coming to them.
"Anyway, she found us." Fanlin said, looking at the approaching figure.
"What should I do?"
"As you thought," said Fanlin, "but look, I don''t think there''s something wrong with this man."
"Good!"
Harry nodded slightly, then briefly exchanged eyes with Hermione.
"You are Bashida? "
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