Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

After walking slowly and happily, Harry suddenly raised his head and realized that he had reached the corner of Magnolia Crescent Street.

According to his usual morning exercise habit, he would turn left at this time, then run around the block and return to the Dursleys' house.

Oh, okay, forgive him for thinking of this word no matter what he thinks now. Along the way, various thoughts related to the Dursleys made him feel relaxed and happy, and his breathing became much smoother unconsciously.

He stood on the side of the road, drawing his wand, like a passerby trying to stop a car.

After a while, a deafening whistling sound gradually appeared, getting closer and closer.

Harry retracted his wand, put his hand into his pocket, and pulled out a brown newsboy hat.

He patted his hat, listening to the roar of the engine getting closer, and then put it on, lowering the brim to the corner of his eyes.

crunch--

A huge red bus suddenly stopped on the side of the road, and a conductor in purple uniform jumped out of the bus: "Welcome to the Knight Bus——"

Harry nodded and walked towards the car.

"Oh, it looks like he's a regular customer!" The conductor nodded and followed Harry back to the car.

"Go to Godric's Hollow," Harry said. "Get me some soap and a toothbrush."

"As you wish, there are fourteen silver coins in total, plus one more and hot cocoa. Do you want it?"

Harry looked at the bed boards around him and thought that he hadn't eaten much just now. Then he nodded and took out his wallet.

"You can sleep on this bed." He pointed to a neat bed: "My name is Stan Sampack. What is your name? This is tonight's driver Ern Pullan."

"Pete Jones." Harry said casually, then took the change and looked at the driver: "How long will it take?"

"The third stop tonight is Godric's Hollow. You are very lucky, my friend!" the driver said loudly, "You can arrive there at about one or two o'clock at night."

"Okay." Harry nodded, took the towel and toothbrush from Stan, and asked about the location of the on-board bathroom.

The car door closed slowly and started suddenly the moment he entered the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Harry looked at himself in the mirror and decided to create a sense of ritual for his new life.

After changing into new clothes, he put on a windbreaker and then smoothed his hair.

Finally, when he looked at his new self, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.

All the best.

"Fuck, that's true."

The next moment, he slapped his face, thinking that the swear words wrapped in his emotional words just now were understandable.

It's also very cool.

But this shouldn't become a habit, after all, it's not really decent behavior.

Then he straightened his collar and walked out of the bathroom.

He was humming a song he had heard at Hermione's house.

Wenn ich tanzen will,

dann tanz ich so wie's mir gefllt

The time soon came to early morning, and with a sharp brake sound, Godric's Hollow arrived.

"Here we are, this is Godric's Hollow. Follow this alley and you can get to the War Memorial." Stan pointed the way to Harry.

Harry's heart was in his throat. War memorial? what is that?

He had an answer in his mind, but——

The alleys were dark, Godric's Hollow was in the highlands, and the summer nights were a bit chilly.

Harry raised his head. The silver moon was shining brightly, illuminating the sky into deep blue. The first stars were shimmering around the moon. Some houses stood on both sides of the narrow alley, not far ahead, and the golden street lights showed that it was the center of the village.

The cold air felt like needles pricking his cheeks, and he passed many houses along the way. Any one of them might have been where his parents and he had lived. Harry looked at the snow-covered front doors, roofs and porches, and couldn't help but try to find a trace of " Familiarity" to help him determine which house it is.

Unfortunately, this was impossible. The outside of every house seemed extremely strange to him.

It should be strange to him. Ever since he knew Godric's Hollow was his former 'home', he had never thought of coming to see it before. This shouldn't have happened!

The alley turned to the left, and a small square, the center of the village, appeared in front of him.

The square is circular, with several shops, a post office, a bar, and a small church. The stained glass glass radiates like a jewel across the square.

In the center, Harry saw a war monument-like building at a glance.

Behind the monument and next to the church, he saw half an iron gate with a few familiar letters on it.

He turned slightly and saw what it was.

"Cemetery!"

Harry felt a shiver, and he couldn't tell whether it was excitement or fear.

Then, he took a deep breath and walked towards the cemetery.

At the same time, as he got closer, the air around the monument began to twist.

Harry's footsteps suddenly stopped, and then he took a step back.

The distortion of the monument was restored a bit.

Then he took two more steps forward.

The distortion of the monument is even more pronounced.

Harry took two steps back, then squinted his eyes carefully and looked at the monument.

Strange names appeared one after another, but he saw some familiar surnames.

For example, Longbottom, Aibo, etc.

There is no doubt that this is a memorial to the wizards who lost their lives in the Wizarding Wars caused by Lord Voldemort.

But what's puzzling is that he didn't see his parents' names.

With this doubt, he walked forward.

The monument began to twist and quickly transformed into statues of three people: a man with unkempt hair and glasses, a woman with long hair and a beautiful and kind face, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms.

His body stiffened for a moment, and now he knew where their names were.

Harry came closer and stared into his parents' faces. He never imagined there would be a sculpture... How strange to see himself carved in stone, a happy baby with no scar on his head...

He stood quietly for a long time, and then nodded after a moment.

"pretty good."

He has always felt unhappy about his "savior" prefix, because it is obvious that his parents are the ones who give everything.

But now, seeing their statues, he knew people remembered them.

This is enough.

This is a good thing.

With this thought in his mind, he smiled and walked past the statue towards the church cemetery.

The iron gate at the entrance to the cemetery is very narrow. Looking inside along the fence, there are only the dark silhouettes of tall trees.

Harry carefully opened the door and walked inside. Soon, after crossing the main body of the church, he officially arrived at the cemetery, where tombstones were lined up row after row.

"Pol Ab." Harry whispered the name on the tombstone, which was also one of the names on the monument just now.