HP Approaches the Magical World

Chapter 889 Midnight Visitor

They walked forward, but Hermione kept thinking about another problem in her mind. She was still waiting for that person to appear, although that person hadn't appeared yet.

Will that man named Nagini really appear here?

This thought lingered in her mind, accompanied by doubts and impulses, and now she really wanted to reach into the beaded bag, and then took out her notebook to ask Jon, but Jon said that he would be very busy these days , may not be able to receive her news, so it is best not to disturb him.

But Hermione didn't know what to do.

The winter air is very cold, the biting cold feeling, and the pain of the cold wind entering the nasal cavity are very sad. She couldn't help gathering her clothes and scarf, but then she smelled another kind of smell. smell.

It was a fishy smell.

Not pungent, relatively simple, she had smelled this smell before.

Not so long ago.

On that woman named Nagini.

She looked around and found the source of this 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 Abbott.

"Someone was there, somebody was watching us, I could feel it.

There, by the bushes. "

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

But Harry saw nothing.

"you sure?"

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

Hermione pulled away from Harry, freeing her wand arm.

"We look like Muggles."

"Muggles who just put flowers on your parents' graves!

Harry, I believe there is someone there! "

Harry thought of A History of Magic, which said the graveyard was haunted: what if—?

Then he heard a rustling and saw a small swirl of snowflakes between the bushes Hermione was pointing to, and ghosts couldn't move snow.

"It's a cat,"

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

If it were Death Eaters, we'd be dead by now.

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

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

Remind Hermione that it's ready over there.

That's probably what it means.

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

They walked forward, but they still kept looking back while walking outside the cemetery.

Harry was actually not as optimistic as he had been when he comforted Hermione, and he felt relieved when he reached the door and stepped on the slippery stone path.

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

Harry wanted to suggest going in and hiding, but before he could say anything, Hermione whispered "this way" and pulled him down a dark street.

It leads out of the village, the opposite way they came in.

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

They walked too fast, past more windows flickering with lights, silhouettes of Christmas trees behind the curtains.

"How can I find Bathilda's house?"

Hermione asked, now she was able to determine who she was looking for, but in such a cold weather, she was a little shivering, and she often looked back - after all, that person came from Voldemort's side, and there was no guarantee that he would not There are Death Eaters following here.

What if, right?

After all, it is necessary to make psychological preparations and other preparations. She is a little nervous, because Jon told her that no matter what happens, you must ensure your own safety. Even if Jon can protect them,

But when things really happen, it may not come in time.

What happened to the Ministry of Magic last time is an example.

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

When there was no response, she tugged at his arm again, but Harry paid no attention.

He was looking at a dark mass at the end of the row of houses, and then he quickened his pace and dragged Hermione across as she slipped on the ice.

"Harry—"

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

"I didn't... oh!"

He saw it.

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

In the sixteen years since Hagrid had taken Harry from the ruins, the hedge had grown wild and the rubble was buried waist-deep in the grass.

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

He and Hermione stood at the door looking up at the ruins, which must have once been like the houses on either side.

"Why isn't anyone rebuilding it?"

Hermione sighed softly.

"Maybe it can't be rebuilt?"

Harry replied, "Maybe it's like the kind of damage done by black magic that can't be repaired?"

He reached out a hand from under the invisibility cloak and grabbed the snow-covered, heavily rusted iron door, not wanting to open it, just wanting to hold part of the house.

"You don't want to go in, do you?

Doesn't look safe, maybe - oh, Harry, look! "

It seemed to have been caused by his hand on the door: 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. Gold letters on the plaque read:

October 31, 1981

lily and james potter died here

Their son Harry is the only one

The wizard who survived the killing curse

The house, invisible to Muggles, was preserved as it was,

To commemorate the Potter couple with this ruin,

and warned of the violence that destroyed their family

Next to these neat handwritings, there are various inscriptions, all of which were written by wizards who came to pay their respects to the place where the "Boy Who Lived" escaped from death.

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

The more recent ones shine a light on sixteen years of magical graffiti, and they're about the same.

Good luck, Harry, wherever you are.

Hope you read it, Harry, we're all behind you!

Long live Harry Potter.

"They shouldn't be on the sign!"

Hermione said dissatisfied.

But Harry smiled broadly at her.

"Fine, I'm glad they did, I..."

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

It was hard to tell, but Harry thought it was a woman.

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

The stooped body, bloated figure, and shambling steps all gave the impression of being very old.

They watched her approach in silence, and Harry waited to see if she would turn into one of the little houses along the road, but knew instinctively that she would not.

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

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