Chapter 1236 (1/2)

Bashida is now a very old woman, strictly speaking, among the witches, she is regarded as the long-lived group.

And, as Muriel said, she was ”crazy.”.

Is it possible for Dumbledore to ask her to hide the sword of Gryffindor? If so, Harry thinks Dumbledore leaves a lot of variables.

Dumbledore never showed that he would put a fake sword in his place, let alone his friendship with bashida.

But in any case, this is not the time to doubt Hermione's claims; nor to ask when her ideas are surprisingly consistent with her own.

Harry looked up and casually swept to van Lin, in the twinkling eyes of two people, Harry immediately determined his own ideas.

”Yes, he may! So, are we going to Godric Valley? ”

”Of course, but we have to think about it from the beginning to the end, Harry.” Hermione sat up, and Harry was sure that the new plan had rekindled her enthusiasm, just like himself.

”We need to practice using phantoms in invisibility suits together...”

”Not only that, as a start The phantom mantra may also make sense, unless you think we're going to use the compound soup thoroughly? In that case, we need to collect someone's hair. In fact, I think we'd better not. The bigger we have to move, the easier it is to cause trouble. ” Van Lin added.

”Yes, but just in case, I think it's necessary for us to prepare some Muggle hair. At least it can help us change our appearance And, I'm afraid, we have to prepare for exposure. ” Hermione pauses slightly. ”God knows how many people Voldemort will leave there for us...”

As he said that, Hermione nodded, but his attention did not interrupt.

This was the first time that he was excited when he found that the sword was an illusion in gulingge.

But for Voldemort, Harry would have grown up in Godric Valley and spent every holiday. He could have invited his friends to visit There may even be younger brothers or sisters His seventeen birthday cake will be made by his mother.

When he found that he was going to return to the place where he had originally belonged, the life he had lost had never been so real before.

However, inexplicably, Harry became a little nervous, because when he really decided to go, Harry was afraid.

He has been in the dream countless times, but these are not very good memories.

That night, after van Lin and Hermione went to sleep, Harry quietly took out his canvas bag from Hermione's Pearl bag. The inside was a film album sent by Hagrid a long time ago.

For the first time in months, Harry looked at old photos of his parents, smiling and waving at the past he could no longer have.

Harry would be happy if he set out for Godric valley the next morning. But Hermione had another idea. She was convinced that Voldemort would expect Harry to return to the site of his parents' death, and insisted that they could only leave after they had disguised themselves impeccably.

So they were a whole week late They get their hair from the innocent Muggles who are shopping at Christmas. Then they practice the phantom movement under the invisibility cloak. Fanlin teaches them how to use the phantom spell more quickly. After all, the invisibility cloak is only an external object, and they can't wear it all the time

All the training Hermione insisted on.

They had to show up after night had covered the village, so they swallowed the compound soup at dusk.

Harry becomes a balding middle-aged male Muggle, Hermione becomes his small, rat like wife, and Fanling uses Animagus directly. After all, it would seem strange to add one person to the mix of two old people.

Hermione tucked all their belongings in her coat pocket, holding the white cat in Van Lin's hand. Then Harry put the covert over the two men, and once again they went into the suffocating darkness.

This time, the phantom shift is particularly long, and the sense of oppression brought by the travel across the space makes the three people not adapt to it.

This reminds van Lin of the last time he had a direct phantom shift from the outskirts of London to the Vatican, which was probably the worst trip.

When they opened their eyes again, Harry could clearly feel his heart pounding in his throat.

Hermione, with one hand on Harry's arm and the other with her pet in her arms, stood on the snow covered country road, the stars shining faintly in the dark blue sky.

Village houses are distributed on both sides of the narrow road. Christmas ornaments are flashing in the window. Not far ahead, the golden street lights point to the center of the village.

”Oh, my God, there's snow everywhere!” Hermione whispered under her cloak, ”why didn't we think about snow? Take so many precautions, we will still leave footprints! We have to get rid of them You go first, I'll clean it up... ”

Harry doesn't want to go into the village like a pantomime horse. In fact, it's stupid, isn't it.”Take off the invisibility cloak,” Harry said quietly, seeing Hermione's frightened expression. ”Oh, take it off. We don't look like we really are, and there's no one around here.”

Harry put the invisibility jacket in his jacket and began to move forward without any hindrance.

The cold air stung their faces. They passed more cottages, each of which might have been where James and Lily had lived, or where bashart now lived.

Harry looked at the front doors, the snow covered roofs and the front porches, wondering if he could remember anything, but he realized in his heart that it was impossible because he had left here forever in his little over a year old.

Harry wasn't even sure if he could see the house. He didn't know what would happen to the red heart mantra if all the hidden objects disappeared.

At this time, their path had turned to the left, and in the center of the village, a small square appeared in front of them.

In the middle of the square, it looks like a war memorial, decorated with colorful lights, and part of it is hidden in the shadow of the windblown Christmas tree. Nearby, there are several shops, a post office, a tavern and a chapel. The stained glass windows of the church light up the square with gem like light.

The snow here began to harden: hard and smooth after a day's walk. The villagers crossed their chests, and their outlines were simple and clear in the streetlights.

In the distance, the three heard a burst of laughter, pop music and the opening and closing of the pub's doors, and then the church chanted.

”Harry, I think it's Christmas Eve!” Said Hermione.

”Is it?” He had lost his sense of time. They had not read a newspaper for weeks in a row.

Van Lin gently arched Hermione with his head and made a soft voice.

”I'm sure you can do it,” said Hermione.

Hermione looked across the church. ”They They'll be there, won't they? Your mom and dad? I can see the cemetery behind the church. ”

Harry shuddered, feeling more than excitement, more like fear. It was so close now that he doubted whether he really wanted to see it. Maybe Hermione can understand his feelings, because she is holding his hand and pulling him forward for the first time.