HP Approaches the Magical World

Text Chapter 888 Graveyard

Where would the man named Nagini be waiting for them?

Hermione has always had such a question in her mind.

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

I even doubted that person's motives in my heart—are the people around Voldemort really reliable?

But this thought was dispelled by her immediately, after all, Snape was also close to Voldemort, but Snape was also reliable.

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

She walked aimlessly in the cemetery, searching for traces of the Harry family, but there was nothing, but soon she found another thing, in front of her stood a broken stone tablet covered with moss, She lay down in front of the stele and tried hard to see the patterns on it. Of course, this kind of effort was useful, because soon she could see clearly, and the marks on it were revealed.

"Harry, come back here."

She called softly into the air, and Harry looked reluctant, but walked over anyway.

"what?"

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

"What?"

In Harry's eyes, this is a tombstone, but this tombstone is very old, the surface has been weathered, and the name on it is not clear.

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

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

Hermione said a little excitedly, because Jon and she once said something about this story. When Jon taught her alone, he mentioned Harry's family. It was a very old family, and this family used to be 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 secret, so she has been trying to play her role well, trying to draw Harry into these scenes.

Although Jon has high hopes for her, she doesn't feel that she is the most important one, just like she can't directly replace Harry to fight Voldemort.

This world has its own rules of operation. It is not so much fate as the arrangement of rules, and she is not in the arrangement.

She is a spy sent by Jon. To put it mildly, she is helping Harry and the others and protecting Harry and the others. But to put it bluntly, she is an actress, and she will perform according to Jon's arrangement.

But Harry and the others were kept in the dark, not knowing exactly what happened, and they simply thought that all this happened in reality.

There is a sense of guilt for lying to one's friends.

It's just that under Jon's constant hints, this sense of guilt has become very light.

Everyone has an ultimate goal, which is to fight Voldemort, don't they?

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

"Um……"

Harry raised his head from the tombstone, and said softly, "I think it's possible, but I can't see the name clearly."

Hermione lighted her wand tenderly: "Ig—Ignotus, I guess..."

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

"I, go to my parents, okay?"

His voice shrilled a little, and then he walked away, leaving Hermione crouched beside the ancient tombstone.

Now and then Harry recognized a surname that, like Abbott, he had seen at Hogwarts.

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

Harry saw from the age,

Some of these families died, and some descendants left Godric's Hollow.

He walked farther and farther in the cemetery, and each time he approached a headstone, he felt a thrill of fear and anticipation.

The darkness and silence seemed to suddenly deepen a lot.

Harry looked around worriedly, thinking of the Dementors, and then realized that the carol was over, the chaotic voices were fading away, and the worshipers had dispersed into the square.

Someone in the church had just put out the lights.

Hermione's voice came out of the darkness for the third time, sharp and clear, a few meters away.

"Harry, here... this way."

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

As he walked towards her, he felt something weigh heavily on his chest, as he had felt after Dumbledore's death, a grief that really weighed on his heart and lungs.

The tombstone was only two rows away from Candela's and Ariana's, and like Dumbledore's tomb, it was white marble and the writing was easier to read because it seemed to glow in the dark.

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

James Potter.

Lily Potter.

The last enemy to eliminate is death.

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

He read the last line.

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

A terrible thought came to him suddenly, accompanied by a wave of panic: "Isn't this the Death Eater's idea? How could it be here?"

"It doesn't refer to the Death Eater's way of defeating death, Harry," said Hermione's voice softly. "It refers to...you know...life beyond death, dead as alive."

But they're dead, Harry thought: they're gone.

The empty words couldn't hide the reality that his parents' rotting corpses lay under the ice and stones, cold and unconscious.

Tears welled up all of a sudden, scorching hot, freezing on the face in an instant, what's the point of wiping and covering up?

He let the tears flow freely, closed his lips tightly, and looked down at the thick snow, which covered the remains of Lily and James. Now there must be only bones and dirt left. He didn't know or care about what they left in the world The son stood so close.

His heart was still beating powerfully for their sacrifice, but he almost wished now that he would sleep with them under the snow.

Hermione took his hand again and squeezed it tightly.

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

He should have brought them something, but he hadn't thought of it when he came. The plants on the cemetery were bare and frozen.

Hermione raised her wand, 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 got up, he wanted to go, and he felt that he couldn't bear to stay any longer.

He put his arm around Hermione's shoulders, she around his waist, and they turned in silence across the snow, past the graveyard of Dumbledore's mother and sister, towards the dark church and the narrow, out-of-sight door to go.

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