HP Magic Biography

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

For no reason, Harry felt a palpitation again.

Harry fought back his panic and walked towards Hermione, feeling something heavy pressing on his chest, just like when Dumbledore had just died, grief really weighed on his heart and lungs.

The tombstone, just two rows behind those of Kedra and Ariana, was made of white marble like Dumbledore's tomb, which made it easier to see, and it seemed to glow in the dark.

james potter

Born on March 27, 1960

Died October 31, 1981

lily potter

Born on January 30, 1960

Died October 31, 1981

The last enemy to be defeated is death!

Harry read it slowly and silently, as if he only had one chance to understand what the words meant. Then he read the last sentence aloud.

The last enemy to be defeated is death...

Suddenly, a terrible thought flashed through his mind, with a touch of horror, Could this be a Death Eater's idea? Why are they here?

This is not what the Death Eaters call defeating death, Harry. Hermione said gently. It means... you know... that life can surpass death. Some people, even though they are dead, are still alive.

But they've lost their lives, thought Harry... they're gone!

These empty words can't hide the fact that his parents' bones are gradually rotting under the snow and stones. Before he could control it, hot tears rolled out of his eyes and immediately froze on his face.

What's the point of erasing or covering up?

Harry let the tears flow, his lips pressed together, watching the thick snow cover where the remains of Lily and James were buried, which might be just bones or dust.

They didn't notice or care that their living son was standing so close.

Because of their sacrifice, Harry's heart was still beating, he was still alive, but at this moment, he wished that he was sleeping with them in the snow.

Hermione had already pulled out her wand and held it tightly.

Harry didn't look at her, but there was also a sense of urgency. He gulps 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 dead and frozen.

Hermione, however, raised her wand, drew a circle in the air, and a circle of Christmas roses bloomed in front of them.

Harry took it and placed it on his parents' graves.

Once he got up, he wanted to leave: he didn't think he could stay there any longer.

Harry put his arm on Hermione's shoulder weakly, and Hermione held Harry backhanded, and then they turned around quietly together, walked across the snow, past the graves of Dumbledore's mother and sister, wanting to return to the darkness The church and the narrow gate that is no longer visible.

Fan Lin... Hermione called softly, as if she didn't want to disturb the sleeping soul in the cemetery.

But there was no response from the empty cemetery.

This made Harry's nerves, which had been relaxed by sadness, tense again.

Wait a minute... Hermione seemed to be frightened, and a snow-white shadow rushed out from the darkness behind her.

That was Fanlin's Animagus.

What's wrong... Harry replied in a daze.

We've been watched over there, I'm sure, behind the bushes.

As if to match Hermione's words, Fan Lin's body stopped in the snow, the muscles all over his body tensed, and he could clearly feel that Fan Lin's slightly raised back and curled up body seemed to be about to rush from the spot in the next second. go out.

In fact, since entering the cemetery, this feeling of surveillance has never dissipated, perhaps due to animal instinct, so Fan Lin has been paying attention.

Fan Lin... Hermione yelled, but before she could finish speaking, a threatening growl erupted from Fan Lin's mouth, which was different from the soft and cute cry in the past, and could be clearly observed , the hair on Fan Lin's body stood up slightly.

Immediately, Harry and Hermione also became nervous. The two stood in place, staring at the thick black border of the cemetery.

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

It didn't just make Harry feel a little nervous.

are you sure?

I saw something move. I swear I saw... Hermione pulled her hand out to get her wand out, but Harry stopped her.

We look like Muggles now, said Harry.

Muggles will lay flowers at your parents' graves? Harry, I'm sure there are people there! Hermione said helplessly, but Harry was right, the two of them are now two Muggles.

But Hermione's rhetoric reminded Harry of what was said in A History of Magic that cemeteries are often haunted, if that's the case...

But then he heard a rustle in the bushes and saw snowflakes swirling down the bush Hermione was pointing at. Ghosts cannot move snowflakes.

It's a cat, said Harry, and after a second or two, or a bird. If it had been a Death Eater, we'd have died just now.

But Fan Lin didn't move yet, and after a few minutes, it seemed that there were no other signs of life, and Fan Lin's body really relaxed gradually.

Let's get out of here. Fan Lin's words echoed in Harry and Hermione's minds in astonishment.

This is similar to magic like mind control or teleportation.

I didn't see what it was, but what is certain is that it left. Fan Lin said.

Okay... Harry nodded, We can put the Invisibility Cloak on again.

Fan Lin jumped back into Hermione's arms, as if taking a nap, but his little ears were still vibrating back and forth.

Animals are far more sensitive to danger than humans are.

However, Fan Lin was puzzled, as if his judgment had been interfered by magic before, that dark shadow Fan Lin had no way to observe his whole picture.

Is it alone?

But that gave Fan Lin the feeling more like a... monkey? or something else...

If it was a person, this image would be a bit too strange, and, as Harry said, if it was a Death Eater, then one of the three of them would definitely fall down just now.

An uneasy mood enveloped the three of them.

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

Harry felt he wasn't as upbeat as he had been when he reassured Hermione, and he was glad to be out the door and back on the slippery sidewalk, at least he could still feel the human breath here, couldn't he?

They took off the cloak of invisibility.

The tavern was busier than ever, and there were many people singing carols they had heard in church. Harry considered suggesting a shelter in the tavern, but before he could say anything, Hermione whispered, We're going this way.

Without any explanation, Hermione pulled Harry in the opposite direction to the gloomy street leading outside the village.

The houses around me gradually became scarce, and the narrow path opened up again. They walked quickly, passing windows that shone with colored lights and silhouetted Christmas trees.

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

Harry? What do you think? Harry? She tugged at his arm, but Harry ignored her, looking at the vast ruins at the end of the path.

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

Harry...

Look, look, Hermione...

I didn't... oh! Harry saw that the Fidelity Charm must have expired with the deaths of James and Lily.

The fence had grown wild from neglect since Hagrid had rescued Harry from the rubble piled in waist-deep grass years ago. Most of the house was still intact, though it was completely covered in gloomy ivy and snow, the right side of the top floor had been blown up, where, Harry was sure, was where the spell had exploded.

He and Hermione stood in front of the gate, staring at the same building that was supposed to be the house they had just passed, and now it was nothing but wreckage.

I wonder why no one has restored 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 reached out under the cloak and grabbed the rusty snow-covered door, which he didn't want to open, just wished he could become part of the house.

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

His contact with the gate seems to have brought about some changes. A wooden sign, emerging from the tangle of nettles and weeds in front of them, read in gold letters: Here, on the night of 03/09/98, Lily and James Potter lost their lives , and their son, Harry, became the only wizard to escape the death curse!

The house invisible to the Muggles remains in ruins as a monument to the Potters and a wake-up call to the violence that tore apart their family!

However, that's not all.

Around these neat words, the wizards who came to witness the Big Boy Not Dead scribbled their words.

Some simply wrote their names in indelible ink, others carved their initials into the wood, and still others wrote short messages.

Whether it was a handwriting that looked like it was made a few days ago, or a pen that was dimly written sixteen years ago, all of them said one thing: Good luck, Harry, wherever you are.

When you read this, Harry, we're all behind you!

Long live Harry Potter.

They shouldn't have written on the sign! said Hermione indignantly.

But Harry smiled at her: That's great. I'm glad they did. I...

Harry stopped suddenly.

A heavily dressed man came slowly towards them from the side street, his dark silhouette was obscured by the bright lights of the square in the distance. With difficulty, Harry saw that it was a woman.

She walked very slowly, perhaps because she was afraid of slipping on the snow. Her stooped back, determined appearance, and the fatigue of her shuffling feet made people feel that she was very old.

They watched in silence as she approached.

Harry wanted to see if she would go into any of the houses, but he knew very well in his heart 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 didn't need Hermione to pinch his arm to understand that this woman couldn't possibly be a Muggle. She was standing there looking out at a house that Muggles couldn't even see.

And, a little bit more sure that she was a witch, because it was so odd to come out on such a cold night just to see an old house in ruins.

And, by the rules of magic, she should not be able to see Hermione and Harry.

Yet Harry had a strange feeling that she knew they were there and who they were.

Just as Harry was reaching this unsettling conclusion, the woman raised a gloved hand in a gesture.

Hermione moved closer to Harry under the cloak, and she held Harry's arm tightly: How did she know?

Harry shook his head.

The woman waved harder again.

Harry could think of a lot of reasons for ignoring her. He and she looked at each other on such a deserted street, and his doubts about her identity grew with each passing minute. Had she been waiting for them all these long months? Would Dumbledore make her wait for them, tell her Harry would come eventually? Had she followed them all the way from the cemetery in the shadows?

She could see them, and that was the only thing Harry could be sure of, and it felt like confronting Dumbledore, who was also able to spot her under the cloak.

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

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

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

Don't you think it's weird? Fan Lin squinted his eyes, as if he was back in the daytime, his originally round blue pupils suddenly shrank into a vertical line, which felt like a snake.

In the blur, that figure gave Fan Lin a strange illusion, as if he had seen it there before.

What's strange?

No one has received the news that we are here today, has it? Fan Lin said, Also, even if she stares at this house all day long, 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 have heard him.

This is the Invisibility Cloak, Harry! Fan Lin said, and then added in his mind, this is one of the Deathly Hallows.

It's no different... Harry said uncertainly, Dumbledore and you can both spot me...

It's different, Harry. We can find out because we are familiar enough. Fan Lin said, raising his eyelids, the old man who was standing there was slowly walking towards the three of them.

Anyway, she found us. Fan Lin said, looking at the approaching figure.

what should I do.

Just like what you thought before, Fan Lin said, but, pay attention, I think there is something wrong with this person.

good!

Harry nodded slightly, and exchanged glances with Hermione briefly.

Are you... Bathilda?

( = )