HP Magic Biography

Harry judged from Hermione's tone that it was his parents this time.

For no apparent reason, Harry had another feeling of palpitations.

Harry resisted panic and walked towards Hermione, feeling that something heavy was pressing against his chest, just like when Dumbledore had just died, the grief was really pressing on his heart and lungs.

This tombstone was made of white marble just two rows behind the tombstones of Cadella and Ariana, like Dumbledore's tomb, which made the tombstone more clear, and it seemed to shine in the dark.

James Porter

Born on March 27, 1960

Died on October 31, 1981

Lily Potter

Born January 30, 1960

Died on October 31, 1981

The last enemy to be defeated is death!

Harry read slowly silently, as if he had only one chance to understand the meaning of these words. Then he read the last sentence aloud.

"The last enemy to be defeated is death..."

Suddenly, a terrifying thought flashed through my mind, with a hint of panic, "Could this be the idea of ​​a Death Eater? Why are they here?"

"This is not the so-called victory over death by the Death Eaters, Harry," Hermione said gently. "It means...you know...life can transcend death. Some people are alive even though they die."

"But they have lost their lives," Harry thought... "They have gone!"

These empty words can't conceal the fact that his parents' bones are gradually rotting under the heavy snow and rocks. This is irrelevant and need not be noticed. Before he could control it, his hot tears were already welling up, and they immediately froze on his face.

What's the point of erasing or covering up?

Harry let the tears flow down, his lips pressed tightly, watching the thick snow cover the place where the remains of Lily and James were buried. There might be only bones left, or it might be dust.

They didn't care or care that their living son was standing at such close range. 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 firmly.

Harry didn't look at her, but he also had a sense of urgency. He gulped 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, drew 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 stood up, he wanted to leave: he didn't think he could continue to stand there.

Harry put his arm on Hermione’s shoulder weakly, and Hermione held Harry backhand, then they turned around quietly, walked through the snow, walked past the graves of Dumbledore’s mother and sister, and wanted to return to the darkness. The church and the narrow door that is no longer visible.

"Fanlin..." Hermione yelled softly, as if she didn't want to disturb the sleeping soul in the graveyard.

But there was no response from the empty cemetery.

This made Harry's nerves, which had been lax because of grief, tense again.

"Wait a minute..." Hermione seemed to be frightened, and a white shadow shot out from the darkness behind her.

That was Animagus of Fanlin.

"What's wrong..." Harry responded dazedly.

"Someone over there is watching us, I can be sure, right behind the bushes."

As if to cooperate with Hermione, Fanlin's body stopped in the snow, and the muscles of his whole body were tense. You can clearly feel that Fanlin's slightly raised back and curled up body seemed to be rushing from the spot in the next second Get out.

In fact, this feeling of surveillance has not dissipated since entering the cemetery, perhaps due to the instincts of animals, so Fanlin has been paying attention.

"Fanlin..." Hermione yelled, but before she could finish her words, a threatening roar erupted from Fanlin's mouth, which was different from the soft and cute calls in the past, which can be clearly observed , Fanlin's hair was slightly erected.

Suddenly, Harry and Hermione also became nervous. The two stood on the spot, staring at the dark border of the cemetery.

But after a long time, Harry still didn't see anything.

This not only made Harry feel nervous.

"Are you sure?"

"I saw something moving. I swear I saw..." Hermione drew her hand to get her 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 are people over there!" Hermione said helplessly, but Harry was right. The two of them are now two Muggles.

But Hermione’s remarks reminded Harry of what was said in "A History of Magic" that the cemetery is often haunted, if it is so...

But then he heard a rustle in the bushes, and saw a few snowflakes swirling down the bush that Hermione pointed to. Ghosts cannot move snowflakes.

"It's a cat," Harry said, and after a second or two, "Or a bird. If it were a Death Eater, we would have died just now."

But Fanlin hadn't moved yet, and after about a few minutes, he seemed to be sure that there were no other signs of life, and Fanlin's body really gradually relaxed.

"Let's leave here." Fanlin's words were stunned in Harry and Hermione's heads.

This is similar to magic such as mind control or mental transmission.

"I didn't see clearly what it was, but what is certain is that it left." Fanlin said.

"Well..." Harry nodded, "We can put on the invisibility cloak again."

Fanlin jumped back into Hermione's arms, as if he was sleeping, but his little ears were still trembling back and forth.

Animals are far more dangerous than humans, aren’t they?

However, Fanlin was puzzled. It was as if he had been interfered with the judgment by magic before, that dark shadow Fanlin could not observe his full picture.

Is it alone?

But the feeling given to Fanlin is more like a...monkey? Or something...

If it were a person, this image would be a bit too strange, and, as Harry said, if it were a Death Eater, then one of the three of them would definitely have fallen.

An uneasy mood enveloped the three people.

When they left the cemetery they still glanced back from time to time.

Harry felt that he hadn't persuaded Hermione to be optimistic when he was relieved. He was glad to walk to the door and back onto the slippery sidewalk, at least he could still feel the human breath here, right.

They took off the invisibility cloak.

The tavern is more lively than ever, and there are many people singing the carols they have heard in the church. Harry considered whether to suggest to take shelter in the tavern. Before he could say anything, Hermione whispered, "Let's go this way."

Without knowing it, Hermione took Harry in the opposite direction when he came, and walked towards the gloomy street leading to the outside of the village.

The houses around him gradually became scarce, and the narrow paths reopened. They walked forward quickly, passing windows shining with colorful light and showing the outline of the Christmas tree.

"How can we find Bathilda's house?" Hermione asked, shaking a little, looking behind her from time to time.

"Harry? What do you think? Harry?" She tugged his arm, but Harry ignored her. He looked at the large ruin at the end of the path.

Suddenly, Harry picked up Hermione and ran there quickly, and Hermione almost fell on the ice.

"Harry..."

"Look, look, Hermione..."

"I didn't...oh!" Harry saw it, and the curse of fidelity must have expired with the deaths of James and Lily.

Ever since Hagrid rescued Harry from waist-deep grass from the gravel pile in it a year ago, the fence had grown wild because it was unattended. Most of the house was still intact, although it was completely covered by gloomy ivy and snow, the right side of the top floor was blown up, and there, Harry must be sure, where the spell exploded.

He and Hermione stood in front of the gate, staring at the building that was supposed to be the same house they had passed by, but now it was only the wreckage.

"I want to know why no one has rebuilt this place." Hermione whispered.

"Maybe it can't be rebuilt," Harry replied. "Just like the damage caused by black magic, there is no way to make up for it?"

Harry stretched out his hand under the invisibility cloak and grabbed the snow-covered rusty door. He didn't want to open it, he just wanted to become part of the house.

"Don't go in? It doesn't look safe, it might...oh, Harry, look!"

His contact with the gate seems to have brought some changes. A wooden sign emerged from the matted nettles and weeds in front of them. It was written in golden letters: Right here, Lily and James Porter lost their lives on the night of October 3, 1998. , And their son, Harry, became the only wizard who escaped the curse of death!

This Muggle-invisible house remains in ruins as a monument to the Potters and a wake-up call for the violence that broke up their family!

However, this is not only the case.

Around these neat words, the wizards who came to witness the undead boy scribbled their words.

Some people simply wrote their names in permanent ink, some carved their initials into wood, and some wrote short messages.

Whether it's the handwriting that looks left a few days ago or the dim pen and ink sixteen years ago, what everyone says is the same: Good luck, Harry, wherever you are.

When you read this, Harry, we are all behind you!

Long live Harry Potter.

"They shouldn't write on the sign!" Hermione said indignantly.

But Harry smiled at her: "This is great. I'm glad they did. I..."

Harry stopped suddenly.

A heavily dressed person slowly walked towards them from the side street, and the bright lights on the square in the distance made it difficult to see his black outline. Although it was difficult, Harry saw that it was a woman.

She walked slowly, perhaps because she was afraid of sliding on the snow. Her rickety back, her firm look, and the fatigue of her dragging her feet make people feel that she is very old.

They watched her approach in silence.

Harry wanted to see if she would walk into a certain house, but he knew clearly in his heart that she would not walk into any house.

Finally, she stopped a few meters in front of them, standing in the middle of the frozen road, looking at them.

Now, Harry didn't need Hermione to pinch his arm to understand that this woman could not be a Muggle. She was standing there looking at a house that was invisible to Muggles.

Moreover, one thing confirmed that she was a witch, because it was weird to come out on such a cold night just to see an old house that had been in ruins.

And, according to the rules of magic, she should not see Hermione and Harry.

However, Harry had a very strange feeling. He thought she knew they were there and who they were.

Just as Harry had reached this disturbing conclusion, the woman raised a gloved hand and made a gesture.

Hermione moved 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 hands harder again.

Harry could think of a lot of reasons for ignoring her. He and her looked at each other on such an unpopulated street, and doubts about her identity grew over time. Will she have been waiting for them for these long months? Will Dumbledore let her wait for them and tell her that Harry will come eventually? Did she follow them from the cemetery to here in the dark?

She saw them. This was the only thing Harry could be sure of. It felt like facing Dumbledore, because Dumbledore could also find her hiding under the invisibility cloak.

Finally Harry spoke suddenly, startling Hermione and Van Lin. "Are you Bathilda?"

"Are you crazy, Harry!" Fanlin's voice rang from Harry's head again, "You shouldn't just be exposed like this, even we can't be sure."

"When did you become so careful?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Don't you think it's weird?" Fanlin squinted his eyes, as if returning to the day, his originally round blue pupils suddenly shrank into a vertical line, which felt like a snake.

In the blur, the figure gave Fanlin a strange illusion, as if he had seen it there.

"What's weird?"

"No one has received the news that we are here today, haven't they?" Fanlin said, "Moreover, even if she stared at the house all day, the road was almost full of hard snow when she was invisible. How did she find us?"

"Perhaps Dumbledore gave her a way?" Harry responded uncertainly, taking a look at the old wizard who didn't seem to hear him.

"This is the invisibility cloak~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Harry!" Fanlin said, then added another sentence in his heart, this is one of the deathly hallows.

"It's no different..." Harry said uncertainly. "Dumbledore and you can't both find me..."

"This is different, Harry, we can find out because we are familiar enough." Fanlin said, raising his eyelids, the old man who was still standing there was slowly walking towards the three of them.

"Anyway, she found us." Fanlin said, watching the figure approaching.

"what should I do."

"Just like you thought before," Fanlin said, "but, pay attention, I think this person is a bit wrong."

"it is good!"

Harry nodded slightly, then exchanged glances with Hermione briefly.

"Are you... Bathilda?"

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