HP Approaches the Magical World

Chapter 888 cemetery

Chapter 888

Where will the man named Nagini wait for them?

Hermione has always had such a question in her heart.

She didn’t know what kind of deal Jon had made with that person, or how that person would appear here.

There is even a little doubt in his heart about that person’s motives-are the people around Voldemort really reliable?

But then this thought was dispelled by her, after all, Snape was also a person by Voldemort’s side, but Snape was also reliable.

Since Jon didn’t doubt that person, she naturally had no reason to doubt.

She walked aimlessly in the cemetery, searching for traces of the Harry family, but she didn’t, but soon she found another thing, a broken, moss-covered stone monument erected in front of her. She lay down in front of the stone tablet and tried to see the pattern clearly. This kind of effort was of course useful, because she could see it clearly soon, and the mark on it was revealed.

“Harry, come back.”

She whispered in the air, Harry looked reluctant, but after all he walked over.

“what?”

“Come and see this, look at the pattern on it.”

“what?”

In Harry’s eyes, this was a tombstone, but the tombstone was very old, the surface had been weathered, and the name on it was not clear.

But what Hermione was pointing at was not the tombstone, but the symbol engraved on the tombstone.

“This is the logo in the book, Harry, if you take a closer look, this is definitely the logo in the book.”

Hermione said with some excitement, because in this story Jon once said to her that when Jon taught her alone, he mentioned Harry’s family, which is a very old family, and this family The Deathly Hallows is famous, but not many people know it now. Hermione is a girl who knows a lot of secrets, at least compared to Harry.

She knows the secret, so she has been working hard to play her role, trying to lead Harry into these scenes.

Although Jon had high hopes for her, she didn’t think she was the most important one, just like she couldn’t directly replace Harry to fight Voldemort.

This world has the rules of the world itself. It is not so much fate as it is the arrangement of rules. She is not in the arrangement.

She was a spy and spy sent by Jon. To put it nicely, she was helping Harry and the others and protecting Harry and their safety, but she was an actor, and she would perform according to Jon’s arrangement.

And Harry and the others were kept in the dark, not knowing what happened, and they simply thought that all this was happening in reality.

There is a sense of guilt for cheating on one’s friends.

It’s just that under Jon’s constant hints, this guilt has become very light.

Everyone has one ultimate goal, which is to fight Voldemort, right?

As long as this goal can be achieved, I believe that none of this will cause any problems, not to mention that it is not only herself who deceived Harry and the others, Mr. Weasley, Sirius, are they also part of this plan? ?

“Ok……”

Harry lifted his head from the tombstone and said softly: “I think it is indeed possible, but the name is not clear.”

Hermione lighted the wand intimately: “Egg—Ignatius, I guess…”

But Harry did not give her a chance to continue.

“I, go to my parents, okay?”

His voice was a bit sharp, and then he walked away, leaving Hermione squatting beside the old gravestone.

From time to time Harry recognized a surname like Abbott he had seen at Hogwarts.

Sometimes several generations of the same wizard family are listed on this tombstone.

Harry had seen from the ages that some of these families died, and some offspring had left Godric Valley.

He walked farther and farther in the cemetery, and every time he approached a tombstone, he felt a thrill of fear and expectation.

The darkness and silence seemed to deepen a lot.

Harry looked around worriedly, thinking of the dementors, and then realized that the carol was over, the messy voices were drifting away, and the worshippers scattered into the square.

Someone in the church just turned off the lights.

Hermione’s voice came from the darkness for the third time, sharp and clear, a few meters away.

“Harry, here… here.”

Harry knew from her tone that it was his parents this time.

He walked towards her, feeling something heavy against his chest, just as he felt after Dumbledore’s death, a kind of grief that really pressed his heart and lungs.

The tombstone was only two rows away from Candela and Ariana. Like Dumbledore’s tomb, it was white marble. The text was easier to read because it seemed to gleam in the dark.

Harry could see the inscription clearly without kneeling, or even walking very close.

James Potter.

Lily Potter.

The last enemy to be destroyed is death.

Harry read the words slowly, as if he had only one chance to understand their meaning.

He read the last line.

“The last enemy to be destroyed is death…”

A terrible thought suddenly poured into his mind, accompanied by a panic: “Isn’t this the Death Eater’s thought? How could it be here?”

“It doesn’t refer to the Death Eaters’ way of defeating death Harry,” Hermione said softly, “It refers to…you know…life transcends death. Death is still dead. Birth.”

But they have no life, Harry thought: They are gone.

The empty words could not conceal this reality. The rotting corpses of his parents lay under the ice and stones, cold and unconscious.

Tears came out all of a sudden, it was hot and hot, and instantly froze on the face. What’s the point of wiping and covering up?

He let his tears run down, closed his lips, and looked down at the thick snow. Underneath were the bodies of Lily and James. There must be only bones and mud left. He didn’t know and didn’t care about what they left in the world. The son is standing so close.

His heart was still beating vigorously, it was their sacrifice, but he almost hoped that he would sleep with them under the snow.

Hermione took his hand again and held it tightly.

He couldn’t look at her, but he squeezed it back firmly, sucking in the coolness of the night deeply, trying to calm himself down.

He should bring something to them. When he came, he didn’t expect that the plants on the cemetery were bare and frozen.

Hermione raised her wand and drew a circle in the air, and a wreath of Christmas roses bloomed in front of them.

Harry caught it and placed it on his parents’ grave.

As soon as he stood up, he wanted to leave, feeling that he couldn’t stand it any longer.

He put his arms on Hermione’s shoulders, she put her arms around his waist, and the two silently turned and walked through the snow, past the graveyard of Dumbledore’s mother and sister, towards the dark church and narrow out of sight. The door goes.

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