HP Approaches the Magic World

Where will the man named Nagini be waiting for them?

Hermione has always had this question in her heart.

She didn't know what kind of deal Jon had made with that person, nor how that person would appear here.

There was even a little doubt in my heart about that person's motives - are the people around Voldemort really reliable?

But then this thought was dispelled by her. After all, Snape was also someone close to Voldemort, but Snape was also reliable.

Since Jon didn't doubt that person, she naturally had no reason to doubt him.

She walked aimlessly in the cemetery, searching for any traces of the Harry family, but there was no trace. However, she soon found another thing, a broken, moss-covered stone tablet erected in front of her.

She lay down in front of the stone tablet and tried hard to see the patterns on it. This effort was of course useful, because soon she could see clearly and the marks on it were revealed.

"Harry, come back."

She called softly into the air. Harry seemed reluctant, but he still came over.

"what?"

"Come here and look at this, look at the pattern on it."

"What?"

In Harry's eyes, this was just a tombstone, but this tombstone was very old, its surface had been weathered, and the name on it couldn't be clearly seen.

But what Hermione was pointing at was not the tombstone, but the symbols engraved on the tombstone.

"This is the symbol in the book. Harry, take a closer look. This is definitely the symbol in the book."

Hermione said with some excitement, because of this story, Jon once told her that when Jon was giving her a class alone, he once mentioned Harry's family, which is a very old family, and this family is known as

The Deathly Hallows is famous, but not many people know it now. Hermione is a girl who knows a lot of secrets, at least compared to Harry.

She knows the secrets, so she has been working hard to play her role and try to lure Harry into these scenes.

Although Jon has high hopes for her, she does not feel that she is the most important one, just like she has no way to directly replace Harry in fighting Voldemort.

This world has its own rules for how it operates. It is more about the arrangement of rules than destiny, and she is not part of the arrangement.

She is a spy sent by Jon. To put it nicely, she is helping Harry and the others and protecting their safety. But to put it badly, she is just an actor, performing according to Jon's arrangements.

Harry and the others were kept in the dark. They didn't know what was going on and simply thought that everything was happening in reality.

If you deceive your friends, you will feel guilty to some extent.

But under Jon's constant hints, this feeling of guilt has become very light.

Everyone has the ultimate goal, which is to fight against Voldemort, right?

As long as this goal can be achieved, I believe that all this will not cause any problems, not to mention that she is not the only one who deceived Harry and the others. Mr. Weasley and Sirius are also part of this plan.

?

"Um……"

Harry raised his head from the tombstone and said softly: "I think it is indeed possible, but the name is not very clear."

Hermione lit her wand thoughtfully: "Ignatius - Ignotus, I guess..."

But Harry didn't give her a chance to continue.

"I'll go find my parents, okay?"

His voice was a little sharp, and then he walked away, leaving Hermione squatting next to the ancient tombstone.

Every now and then, Harry recognized a last name like Abbot's that he had seen at Hogwarts.

Sometimes several generations of the same wizarding family are listed on this tombstone.

Harry could tell from the chronology that some of these families died, and some of their descendants left Godric's Hollow.

He walked farther and farther in the cemetery, and every time he approached a tombstone, he felt a surge of fear and anticipation.

The darkness and silence seemed to suddenly deepen.

Harry looked around worriedly, thinking of the Dementors, and then realized that the caroling was over, the clutter of voices was fading away, and the worshipers were scattering into the square.

Someone in the church has just put out the lights.

Hermione's voice came from the darkness for the third time, sharp and clear, several meters away.

"Harry, over here...over here."

Harry could tell from her tone that this time it was his parents'.

As he walked towards her, he felt something heavy pressing on his chest, just like he had felt after Dumbledore died, a real grief that oppressed his heart and lungs.

The tombstone was only two rows away from Kandra and Ariana's. Like Dumbledore's tomb, it was made of white marble, and the text was easier to read because it seemed to shine in the dark.

Harry didn't have to kneel down, or even get very close, to read the inscription clearly.

James Potter.

Lily Potter.

The last enemy to be destroyed is death.

Harry read the words slowly, as if he only had one chance to understand their meaning.

He read out the last line.

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

A terrible thought suddenly came into his mind, accompanied by a burst of panic: "Isn't this the idea of ​​a Death Eater? Why is it here?"

"It doesn't mean the Death Eater way of defeating death, Harry," Hermione said softly, "it means...you know...life beyond death, life in death."

But they were lifeless, Harry thought: they were gone.

Empty words could not hide the reality. The rotting corpses of his parents lay under the ice, snow and stones, cold and unconscious.

Tears welled up all at once, boiling hot, and instantly froze on the face. What was the point of wiping and covering them up?

He let tears flow freely, tightly closed his lips, and looked down at the thick snow, which covered the remains of Lily and James. There must be only bones and soil left now, and he didn't know or care about what they left in the world.

My son was standing so close.

His heart was still beating vigorously, which was the result of their sacrifices, but at this moment he almost wished he could sleep under the snow with them.

Hermione took his hand again and held it tightly.

He couldn't look at her, but he held her back hard and took a deep breath of the cool night air, trying to calm himself down.

He should have brought something to them. Unexpectedly when he came, the plants on the cemetery were all bare and frozen.

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

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

As soon as he stood up, he wanted to leave and felt that he couldn't bear to stay any longer.

He put his arm around Hermione's shoulders, and she put her arm around his waist, and they turned in silence across the snow, past the graves of Dumbledore's mother and sister, toward the darkened church and the narrow path out of sight.

Go to the door.