HP Approaches the Magic World

They walked forward, but Hermione had been thinking about another problem in her mind. She was still waiting for that person to appear, although that person had not appeared yet.

Will that person named Nagini really appear here?

This thought lingered in her mind, along with doubts and impulses. Now she really wanted to put her hand into the beaded bag, and then took out her notebook and asked Jon, but Jon said that he would be very busy during this period.

, you may not be able to receive news from her, so it is best not to disturb him.

But Hermione didn't know what she should do.

The air in winter was very cold. The biting feeling and the pain of the cold wind entering her nose were very sad. She couldn't help but gather her clothes and scarf, but then she smelled another smell.

smell.

It was a fishy smell.

It's not pungent, it's relatively simple. She has smelled this smell before.

Not so long ago.

On the woman named Nagini.

She looked around and found the source of the smell.

Then she grabbed the boy next to her.

"Harry, stop."

"What's the matter?"

Harry wondered, they had just walked to the grave of the unknown Abbot.

"There's someone there, there's someone watching us, I can feel it.

There, by the bushes."

They stood motionless, hugging each other, staring at the dark edge of the cemetery.

But Harry saw nothing.

"you sure?"

"I saw something moving, I could have sworn..."

Hermione pulled away from Harry and freed her wand arm.

"We look like Muggles."

"The Muggles who just placed flowers on your parents' graves!

Harry, I believe there is someone there!"

Harry thought about "A History of Magic", which said that the cemetery was haunted: what if-?

Then he heard a rustling sound and saw a small swirl of snowflakes among the bushes Hermione pointed to. Ghosts cannot move snow.

"It's a cat,"

After a second or two, Harry said: "Or a bird.

If we were Death Eaters, we would be dead by now.

But... let's get out of here, we can put on the invisibility cloak."

Hermione agreed, because she felt the breath disappear, as if the breath appeared just to remind her.

Give Hermione a heads up and tell them they're ready.

That's probably what it means.

Well, if that's the case, she can accept it.

They walked forward, but they kept looking back as they walked outside the cemetery.

Harry was actually not as optimistic as when he comforted Hermione. He walked to the door and stepped onto the slippery stone road, and he felt relieved.

The two men put on the cloak of invisibility. There were more customers in the bar than before, and many voices were singing the carols they heard in front of the church.

Harry wanted to suggest going in and hiding, but before he could speak, Hermione whispered "This way" and pulled him onto a dark street.

It leads outside the village, just opposite to the way they came in.

Harry could see where the houses disappeared and the streets turned into wilderness again.

They walked too fast, passing more windows with twinkling lights, and the silhouette of a Christmas tree appeared behind the curtains.

"How can you find Bathilda's house?"

Hermione asked. Now she was able to determine who the person she was looking for was, but in such a cold weather, she was shivering a little and looking back from time to time - after all, that person came from Voldemort's side, and there was no guarantee that he would not be there.

There are Death Eaters following here.

What if, right?

After all, she still had to make psychological preparations and other preparations. She was a little nervous, because Jon told her that no matter what happened, she must ensure her own safety. Even if Jon could protect them, but the truth was

When something happens, it may not come in time.

The incident at the Ministry of Magic last time is an example.

But Harry seemed to be in a daze, which made Hermione yell at him: "Harry? What do you think? Harry?"

When there was no response, she tugged on his arm again, but Harry didn't notice.

He was looking at the dark shadow at the end of the row of houses, then he quickened his pace and dragged Hermione towards it, causing her to slip on the ice.

"Harry——"

"Look...look, Hermione..."

"I didn't...oh!"

He saw it.

The Fidelity Charm must have expired with the deaths of James and Lily.

In the sixteen years since Hagrid took Harry away from the ruins, the hedges had grown tangled and the rubble was buried waist-deep in the weeds.

Most of the house was still standing, completely covered in dark ivy and snow, but the right side of the top room had been blown out, and Harry thought that must be where the spell had bounced off.

He and Hermione stood in the doorway admiring the ruins, which must have once been like the houses on either side.

"Why hasn't anyone rebuilt it?"

Hermione sighed softly.

"Maybe it can't be rebuilt?"

Harry replied: "Maybe it's like the kind of damage caused by dark magic that can't be repaired?"

He stretched out a hand from under the invisibility cloak and grabbed the snow-covered, rusty iron door. He didn't want to open it, but just wanted to hold part of the house.

"You're not going in, are you?

It doesn't look safe, maybe—oh, Harry, look!"

As if his hand on the door had caused it: a wooden sign rose from the ground in front of them, emerging from a tangle of nettles and weeds like some strange, rapidly growing flower. The sign said

Jinzi wrote:

October 31, 1981

Lily and James Potter died here

Their son Harry is the only one

The wizard who survived the killing curse

This house, invisible to Muggles, has been preserved as it is.

To commemorate the Potters with this ruin,

and warned of the violence that destroyed their family.

Next to these neat handwritings, there are various inscriptions written by wizards who came to pay homage to the place where the "Boy Who Lived" escaped from death.

Some simply wrote their names in indelible ink, some carved their initials on wooden plaques, and some wrote messages.

The most recent ones are gleaming with sixteen years of magical graffiti and contain much the same content.

Good luck to you, Harry, wherever you are.

Hope you read that, Harry, we are all rooting for you!

Long live Harry Potter.

"They shouldn't have written it on the sign!"

Hermione said dissatisfiedly.

But Harry smiled brightly at her.

"Very good, I'm glad they did this, I..."

He paused as a tightly wrapped figure staggered from the side street, its black outline reflected by the lights of the square in the distance.

Although it was difficult to tell, Harry thought it was a woman.

She walked very slowly, perhaps because she was afraid of slipping on the snow.

That stooped body, bloated posture, and shambling steps all give people the impression of being very old.

They watched her approach in silence, and Harry waited to see if she would turn into a small house on the side of the road, but instinctively knew she wouldn't.

Finally, she stopped a few meters away, standing in the middle of the frozen street, facing them.