Chapter 890
They walked forward, but Hermione had been thinking about another question in her heart. She was still waiting for the person to appear, even though that person hadn't appeared yet.
Will the person named Nagini really appear here?
This kind of thought lingers in her heart. With doubt and impulse, she now very much wants to reach into the beaded bag, and then take out the notebook and ask Jon, but Jon said that recently he will Very busy and 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 winter air is very cold, the icy feeling, and the pain of the cold wind entering the nasal cavity is very sad, she can’t help but gather her clothes and scarf, but then She smelled another smell.
That is a fishy smell.
It's not pungent, it's relatively simple. She once smelled this kind of smell.
Not 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 questioned, they just walked to the grave of the unknown Abbot .
"Someone is there, someone is looking at us, I can feel it.
There, next to the bushes."
They stood motionless, Hug together, staring at the edge of Hessian's cemetery.
But Harry didn't see anything.
"Are you sure?"
"I see something moving, I can swear..."
Hermione broke free of Harry and freed his wand Arm.
"We look like muggle."
"The muggle that just placed flowers in front of your parents' grave!
Harry, I believe there are people there!"
Harry thought of "A History of Magic", and it said that the cemetery was haunted: What if—?
At this moment, he heard a rustling noise and saw a small vortex of snowflakes among the bushes Hermione was referring to. Ghosts could not move snow.
"It's a cat,"
After a second or two, Harry said, "Or a bird.
If it were Death Eater, we are now Dead.
But this...let's get out of here, we can put on Invisibility Cloak."
Hermione agreed, because she felt that aura disappeared, just like this Aura appeared just to remind her.
Remind Hermione and tell her that it is ready.
It probably means this.
Well, if this is the case, she can accept it.
They walked forward, but the two of them kept looking back and walked outside the cemetery.
Harry was not as optimistic as he comforted Hermione. He walked to the door and stepped onto the slippery stone pavement. He felt relaxed.
The two put on Invisibility Cloak. There were more guests in the bar than before, and many voices were singing the carols they heard in front of the church.
Harry wanted to propose to go in and hide, but before speaking, Hermione whispered "Go this way" and dragged him down a dark street.
It leads to the outside of the village, just the opposite of the way they came in.
Harry could see the place where the house disappeared and the small street turned into a wilderness.
They stepped so fast that they dared not go any faster, they passed more windows with flashing lights, and the silhouette of the Christmas tree appeared behind the curtains.
"How can I find Bathilda's house?"
Hermione asked, now she can determine who she is looking for, but in such cold weather , She was a little shivering, and often looked back—after all, that person was from Voldemort's side, and there was no guarantee that Death Eater would not be following here.
What if, right?
After all, she has to be psychologically prepared and other preparations. She is a little nervous, because Jon told her that no matter what happens, you must ensure your safety, even if Jon can protect them. , But when things really happen, they may not come in time.
The last Ministry of Magic incident is an example.
But Harry seemed to be in a daze, which made Hermione startled him involuntarily: "Harry? What do you think? Harry?"
No response, she tugged him again Arm, but Harry didn't pay attention.
He was looking at a dark shadow at the end of the row of houses, then he quickened his pace and dragged Hermione over, she slipped on the ice.
"Harry--"
"Look...Look, Hermione..."
"I didn't...Oh!"
He saw it.
The Curse of Courageous Loyalty must have expired with the death of James and Lily.
In the sixteen years since Hagrid took Harry away from the ruins, the hedges had grown messy, with rubble buried in waist-deep grass.
Most of the house was still standing there, completely covered by dark ivy and snow, but the right side of the top room was blown up. Harry thought it must be the spells bounced back. place.
He and Hermione stood at the door looking at the ruin, which must have been the same as the houses on either side.
"Why didn't anyone rework it?"
Hermione sighed in a low voice.
"Maybe it can't be repaired, right?"
Harry replied: "Maybe the damage caused by dark magic can't be repaired?"
He A hand stretched out from under the Invisibility Cloak and grabbed the snow-covered, rusty iron door. I didn't want to open it, I just wanted to hold a part of the house.
"You won’t want to go in, do you?
It doesn’t look safe, maybe—oh, Harry, look!"
It’s like his hand is letting go Caused by the door: a wooden token rises from the ground in front of them and emerges from the mess of nettles and weeds, like some kind of strange, rapidly growing flower. The golden letters on the sign read:
October 31, 1981
Lily and James Potter sacrificed here
Their son Harry was the only one after Another place
The wizard who survived Killing Curse
This muggle invisible house is kept as it is.
The ruins are used to commemorate Mr. and Mrs. Potter,
and warned of the violence that caused their family’s destruction
Beside these neat handwritings, various inscriptions were written, all to pay tribute to the death of the "boy who survived catastrophe" It’s written by the wizard at the place of escape.
Some just wrote down their names in never-fading ink, some engraved the initials of their names on the wooden token, and some left messages.
The most recent ones are shining on the magic graffiti of sixteen years, and the content is roughly the same.
Good luck, Harry, wherever you are.
I hope you can read, Harry, we all support you!
Long live Harry Potter.
"They shouldn't be written on the sign!"
Hermione said dissatisfiedly.
But Harry smiled cheerfully at her.
"Very well, I'm glad they did it, I..."
He paused, a tightly wrapped silhouette staggered from the small street, The black outline was reflected by the lights of the distant square.
Although it was difficult to judge, Harry thought it was a woman.
She walks very slowly, perhaps for fear of slipping on the snow.
The rickety body, bloated body, and staggering pace all give 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 roadside, but instinctively knew that she would not.
Finally, she stopped a few meters away, just standing in the middle of the frozen street, moving towards them.