The Bard at Hogwarts

Extra - Harry Chapter

After Christmas dinner in town.

At night, Harry and Ginny returned to Godric's Hollow, the ancestral home of the Potter family.

This is a small manor with a small area, and the layout and furnishings of the rooms are still in the 1970s.

It is true that the place looks a bit old, but after cleaning it, the overall feeling of warmth that spans time is felt.

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in the room.

Ginny took off her coat and hung it on the hanger behind the door. Then she walked to the sofa next to Harry and sat down.

"Don't try to lie to me. That 'Time' candy store and that middle-aged couple, are you familiar with them?"

Ginny asked softly. He was aware of her husband's strangeness today. It was hard to believe that an experienced Auror would be in such a daze.

On the side, Harry's wife didn't answer her question immediately. He first looked up at the only portrait in the room, which was his grandfather Philemon Potter.

"Ginny, where do you think the soul goes after death?"

In just one sentence, Ginny had already noticed something was wrong. She immediately held Harry's hand and asked solemnly:

"What happened?"

"It's okay! I'm fine." Harry shook his head slightly.

He knew what his wife was worried about, so he couldn't help but lift up the broken hair from his forehead, revealing his smooth forehead.

Seeing this scene, Ginny quietly breathed a sigh of relief. The sudden hearing of spirits just now really frightened her.

However, before Ginny could react, Harry's voice came to her ears again:

"I was just thinking, the soul has a place to go."

Harry's tone was very sure, maybe he wouldn't have been so sure before, but it was Halloween seven years ago.

The brief trance at the dinner party and the ugly baby that turned to ashes on the white platform made him very clear that the soul always has a place to go.

Harry stared at his grandfather's portrait. The old man inside was waving hello enthusiastically.

Missing his parents made him never give up thinking about the soul.

But he never told anyone about this, but it actually existed.

Ever since I entered Hogwarts, I haven't stopped thinking.

I once thought they were in a small photo, then I thought their souls were in the gorgeous Mirror of Erised, and finally discovered that my souls were actually in a dream...

But today, he had different ideas.

Soul, maybe in a small town, in a candy store.

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Ginny also fell into a brief silence after hearing the cause and effect.

Rationally she wasn't sure it was true, but emotionally she was very willing to believe it.

I believe that the middle-aged couple may be my husband's parents.

A long while.

"Why don't you ask Ino yourself?" Ginny asked curiously.

But after saying that, she regretted it. How could Harry not think of such a simple thing.

Sure enough, after Harry heard this, he shook his head slightly.

"There is no answer. If there was an answer, they wouldn't change their appearance, let alone pretend they don't know me."

As he spoke, Harry reached out and touched an ordinary whiskey bottle cork necklace at his collar.

His fingers touched the bottle cork gently and carefully, as if it were a priceless gem.

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moment.

Harry stopped suddenly.

The touch in his hand made him quickly untie the necklace around his neck, hold the cork in front of his eyes and look at it carefully.

Two lines of embossed letters suddenly appeared on the bottle stopper, which was about an inch long:

‘Don’t think too much, you have your life. ’

'Boy, you have good taste, she is beautiful. ’

On the side, Ginny watched quietly as her husband stared at the cork. She knew the meaning of the cork very well.

But soon, she noticed a difference.

It was obviously the same cork as before, but Harry looked at it longer and more carefully than before.

Even, unknowingly, the corners of Harry's eyes were already a little moist.

Feeling her husband's vulnerability, Ginny opened her arms and hugged him gently like a nephew.

"Don't think too much, I'm with you."

Ginny murmured comfort, similar tone, similar content.

At this moment, Harry's eyes could no longer hold back the tears that were filling them, allowing them to flow silently down the corners of his eyes.

Although she shed tears, there was no sadness or sadness on her cheeks.

"Thank you, Ginny."

Leaning into Ginny's arms, Harry quietly closed his eyes.

…

The retro room is quiet and cozy.

A burning fireplace makes the sound of a crackling bonfire.

Or maybe he felt happiness. Philemon Potter in the portrait also showed a happy smile.

This old man sat on a chair and looked at everything in front of him quietly.

at the same time.

In Godric's Hollow, it suddenly started snowing.

Falling snow actually has sounds, just like the sounds of flowers blooming, although many people subconsciously ignore them.

Pieces of snowflakes fell, making a very faint rustling sound.

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At some point, Harry opened his eyes.

Through the window lattice, he saw that the outside of the house had been covered with a layer of white silver.

Outside the window, there is a cold, white world; inside the window, there is a warm and happy room with a fireplace.

Although they were in the same Godric's Hollow, this small window also separated two different worlds.

At this moment, Harry somewhat understood the message on the wine cork.

Similarly, he was also looking forward to next year's Christmas, because only on Christmas would the fairytale town be open.

...

For a long time.

Harry looked at Ginny beside him.

For fourteen years, the girl beside him had never left him since she entered school.

'I really have a good eye. '

Harry gently touched the cork hanging around his neck, with a happy smile on his face.

"Ginny, let's go upstairs and rest. Although tomorrow is a holiday, it's too late now."

Hearing this, Ginny couldn't help but look at the clock beside her. Unconsciously, the time had passed midnight.

"Well, let's rest. We have to go to the Burrow tomorrow morning. My parents want to hold a party, and my brothers will attend then."

Ginny stood up while speaking. Perhaps because she had maintained the same posture for a long time, she couldn't help but fall back the moment she stood up.

But soon, there was a solid touch behind her, like a solid wall, which firmly stopped her from falling back.

Before Ginny could react, she suddenly found that her feet had left the ground.

Feeling that she was being picked up, Ginny had already started to think about what kind of excuse she should use tomorrow to explain her lateness for the family gathering.

...

In the living room.

As Harry and Ginny left, the whole room fell into silence again.

Only Philemon Potter in the portrait sat quietly on a chair, looking at the scenery outside the window through the unchanging window lattice.

The snow on Christmas Eve seemed to be getting heavier.

A vast expanse of white, under the moonlight, cold and beautiful.

Meow, today's extra.

After no pressure, one chapter a day is so comfortable (snickering)

Finally, I wish you all a happy day