Chapter 1237 (2/2)
The houses around him were becoming scarce, and the narrow path was widened again. They walked forward quickly, past the windows that glittered with color and showed the outline of the Christmas tree.
”How can we find bashida's house?” Asked Hermione, shivering a little, looking behind her from time to time.
”Harry? What do you think? Harry Harry pulled at the end of his path, but he didn't pay any attention to her.
Suddenly, Harry pulled up Hermione and ran there. Hermione almost fell on the ice.
”Harry...”
”Look, look, Hermione...”
”I didn't Oh Harry saw that the curse of loyalty must have failed with the death of James and Lily.
Since Hagrid rescued Harry from his waist high grass from the rubble, the fence has grown wild since it was left unattended. Most of the house was still in good condition, although it was completely covered with dark ivy and snow, and the right side of the top floor was blown up, and Harry was sure that was where the curse exploded.
He and Hermione stood in front of the gate, staring at the building that was supposed to be the house they had just passed by, and now it's only debris.
”I want to know why no one has rebuilt it.” Said Hermione in a low voice.
”Maybe it can't be rebuilt,” Harry replied. ”Just like the damage caused by the black magic, there is no way to make up for it?”
Harry reached out under his invisibility cloak and grabbed the snow covered, rusty door. He didn't want to open it. He just wanted to be part of the house.
”Don't go in? It doesn't look safe, it may Oh, Harry, look
His contact with the gate seems to have brought about some change. A wooden sign, emerging from the tangled nettles and weeds in front of them, was written in gold letters: here, on the night of October 3, 1998, Lily and James Potter lost their lives, and their son, Harry, became the only wizard to escape the curse of death!
The Muggle invisible house remains in ruins as a monument to the potters and a wake-up call to the violence that broke up their families!
But it's not just that.
Around the neat text, the wizards who witnessed the boy's immortality scribbled their words.
Some simply wrote down their names in indelible ink, some carved their initials into wood, and others wrote short messages.Whether it looks like the handwriting left a few days ago or the dim ink of 16 years ago, all the words are the same: good luck, Harry, wherever you are.
When you read this, Harry, we're all behind you!
Long live Harry Potter.
”They should not write on the sign!” Said Hermione indignantly.
But Harry gave her a smile: ”that's great. I'm glad they did. I... ”
Harry stopped suddenly.
A heavily dressed man slowly came to them from the small street, and the bright lights in the square in the distance made people unable to see his black outline. Hard as it was, Harry saw that it was a woman.
She walked slowly, perhaps for fear of slipping on the snow. Her bent back, resolute look, and her shuffling fatigue make people feel that she is very old.
They watched her approach in silence.
Harry wanted to see if she would go into a house, but he knew very well that she would not go into any of them.
Finally, she stopped a few meters in front of them, stood in the middle of the frozen road and looked at them.
Now, Harry doesn't need Hermione pinching his arm to understand that this woman can't be a Muggle. She was standing there looking at a house that Muggles couldn't see.
What's more, one thing confirms that she's a witch, because it's weird to come out on such a cold night just to see an old, ruined house.
And, according to the magic rules, she should not be able to see Hermione and Harry.
But Harry had a particularly strange feeling that she knew they were there and who they were.
Just as Harry came to this disturbing conclusion, the woman raised a gloved hand and made a gesture.
Hermione came closer to Harry under the invisibility cloak. She held Harry's arm tightly. ”How did she know?”
Harry shook his head.
The woman waved her hand harder.
Harry could think of a lot of reasons to ignore her. He and she looked at each other in such a deserted street, and his doubts about her identity grew with time. Would she have been waiting for them all these long months? Will Dumbledore keep her waiting for them and tell her that Harry will eventually come? Did she follow them all the way from the graveyard to here in the dark?
She could see them. It was the only thing Harry could be sure of. It felt like facing Dumbledore, because Dumbledore could also find her hiding under her invisibility cloak.
Finally, Harry suddenly said something, startling Hermione and vaseline. ”Are you bashida?”
”Are you crazy, Harry!” Once again, van reen's voice came from Harry's head. ”You shouldn't be so exposed. We're not even sure.”
”When did you become so careful?” Asked Harry in surprise.
”Don't you think it's strange?” Fanlin squinted, as if back to the day, the original round blue pupil suddenly contracted into a vertical line, which felt like a snake.
In the blur, the figure gave van Lin a strange illusion, as if he had seen it there.
”Strange what?”
”No one has heard that we are here today, have they?” What's more, even if she's staring at the house all day, but in the invisible state, the road is almost covered with hard snow. How did she find us
”Maybe Dumbledore gave her a way?” Harry responded uncertainly, glancing at the old wizard who didn't seem to hear him.
”This is the invisibility cloak, Harry!” Fanlin said, and then added in his heart, this is one of the sacred vessels of death.
”It's no different...” Harry said uncertainly, ”Dumbledore and you can't find me...”
”It's different, Harry. We can find out because we're familiar enough.” Fanlin said, eyelids lifted, the old man who was still standing in place was slowly coming to them.
”Anyway, she found us.” Fanlin said, looking at the approaching figure.
”What should I do?”
”As you thought,” said Fanlin, ”but look, I don't think there's something wrong with this man.”
”Good!”
Harry nodded slightly, then briefly exchanged eyes with Hermione.
”You are Bashida? ”