Chapter 1238 (1/2)
”Are you bashida?”
Harry's voice reverberates in the snow night with the silver light, just like a hint. The loud cry always enlarges the emptiness of the surrounding environment.
The heavily dressed man nodded his head and waved again.
”Remember what I said...” Vaseline looked up at Harry and then, like a real cat, drew back into Hermione's arms. ”I'll protect you.”
Harry and Hermione looked at each other under the covert, then Harry raised his eyebrows and Hermione nodded nervously.
As if they had made up their minds, the two of them walked towards the woman.
Seeing this situation, bashida did not speak. She immediately hobbled back along the road, leading them through several houses and entering a gate.
They followed bashida down the path ahead and passed through a garden with branches similar to the ruins.
She stood in front of the door, fumbled for a moment, took out the door key, opened the door, and stepped back to let them in.
Bashida smells bad, but maybe it's from the house.
Harry wrinkled his nose as he passed her and took off his invisibility cloak.
Harry didn't know how short she was until he stood next to her.
Old and hunched, bashida was almost as high as Harry's chest.
She closed the door behind her, her knuckles were blue, her skin was speckled with peeling paint, and then she squinted at Harry's face. Her eyes, clouded by cataracts, sank deep into the wrinkled, almost transparent skin, and her entire face revealed veins beneath the skin and yellowish brown age spots.
In fact, Harry suspects that she doesn't recognize herself; even if she can, it's the bald Muggle that Harry disguises as.
So, how did she find out?
Harry's heart pounded, and it was clear that even as a wizard, there was no way to avoid the pain of aging.
Even if it is as powerful as Dumbledore, without using some extraordinary means, the wizard can only become weak as an ordinary person.
Maybe bashida is strong?
Harry frowned and quickly rejected his idea. He had been in contact with many powerful witches. None of them, like bashida, would exude a sense of corruption.
She is too old.
Harry took a small step behind Hermione and watched bashida's movements in silence.
Bashida didn't do anything. She just took off her wormlike shawl and exposed her white hair. All of a sudden, the smell of old age, dust, dirty clothes and spoiled food became more intense.
”Bashida?” Harry asked uneasily again. The old man in front of him was like a corpse crawling out of the grave There was a smell of death everywhere.
Van Lim didn't move, just squinted at bashida.
Harry's decision should naturally be made up by Harry. However, van Lin has killed Nagini. So what is the person in front of him?
With doubt, van Lin wiggled, trying to find a comfortable position in Hermione's arms.
She nodded again, confirming Harry's question.
But the uneasiness did not fade from Harry's body.
Bashida shuffled through them, pushed her aside as if she had not seen Hermione, and went into a room that looked like a living room.
”Harry, I'm not sure what's going on.” Hermione whispered.
”Look at her, if anything happens, I think we can beat her too.” Said Harry.
”I tell you, she shouldn't be like this, Muriel said she was crazy...” Hermione said anxiously, and one hand closed the arm uneasily, which made van Lin have an impulse to scratch people.
But immediately, Hermione realized that she was holding something else. She let go of her hand apologetically, but the other hand was reflexive and wanted to hold her wand.
”Come here!” barked bashida in the next room.
Hermione jumped up and grabbed Harry's arm.
”It's OK,” Harry comforted her. He looked down at the white cat in Hermione's arms and took a deep breath.
Harry took her into the lounge.
Bashida hobbled in the candlelight room, which was still dark and dirty. Heavy dust crunched under their feet, and under the damp, moldy smell, Harry smelled something worse, like that of rotten meat.
He didn't know how long no one had been to bashida's house to see if she was still here.
Now bashida seems to have forgotten that she can also cast magic. Because she lit the candle clumsily with her hands, the cuff band would be accidentally lit at any time.”Let me do it.” Harry hesitated and said, and then he took the match from her hand.
Bashida watched as Harry lit the root of the candles that had been placed in the shallow trays of the room, on the edge of a table teetering with broken and moldy cups on top of piles of books.
When Harry lit the last candle, he saw that the candle was on top of a box with an arc-shaped surface, which contained many pictures. When the candle flickers, its light flickers on the dusty glass and silver.
Harry saw the scenes in those pictures shaking.
As bashida fumbled along in the light of the fire, Harry whispered, ”the whirlwind swept away the dust from the photos. He saw that the pictures in six of the largest and most gorgeous frames were no longer there. He did not know whether bashida or someone else had taken them.
The bottom one of the photos caught Harry's eyes. He picked it up and looked at it: it was the blond, cheerful looking thief who had been sitting on grigorwich's windowsill. He looked at Harry lazily from the silver frame. Harry immediately remembered that he had seen this boy in Rita's ”the life and lies of Albus Dumbledore” The photo in the book!
He is the young man holding hands with Dumbledore!
”Saudi Arabia Madam Miss Harry said, his voice trembling slightly. ”Who is this?”
Bashida was standing in the middle of the room watching Hermione light her torch.
”Miss bashart?” Harry called again. He took the picture and went to bashida. The fire in the fireplace was burning. Bashida looked up when he heard his voice. An inexplicable emotion pounded on Harry's chest.
”Who is this man?” Harry asked her, holding up the picture.
She gazed solemnly at the picture, then at Harry.
”Do you know who this man is?” Harry repeated it again, slower and louder than usual. ”This is the man. Do you know who he is? What's his name? ”
Bashida looked at a loss, which upset Harry.
How did Rita Skeeter open bashida's memory?
”Who is this man?” Said Harry impatiently.
”Harry, what are you doing?” Asked Hermione.