"Where does Bathilda Bassat live?"

"Nobody knows where she lives. ”

"Are you kidding, Silver? You don't know where she lives, how do you go about visiting her?"

"I made an appointment with Bathilda that she would come out and look for me. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a tightly wrapped figure staggered down the small street, silhouetted black by the lights of the plaza in the distance. It was hard to tell, but Harry thought it was a woman. She walked slowly, perhaps for fear of falling on the ground. The rickety body, bloated body, and stumbling steps all give people the impression of being very old. They watched in silence as she approached, Harry waiting to see if she would turn into some small house beside the road, but instinctively knew no. Finally, she stopped a few meters away, standing in the middle of the street, facing them.

There wasn't a need for Ron to pinch his arm, Harry knew it was Bathilda.

The woman held up a gloved hand and beckoned.

Silver stepped forward, "Lady Bathilda, I'm here as promised, the tall, red-haired one is the youngest son of the Weasleys, and the other dark-haired Jaime Potter son, you should have seen him as a baby."

The tightly wrapped figure nodded, and beckoned again.

"Why didn't she speak?" Ron whispered to Harry, "she looked weird like that." ”

"Keep up, you won't be able to find Lady Bathilda's home if you lose it.

The three men walked toward the woman, who immediately turned around and staggered back down the road from which she came, and after passing several houses, turned to a doorway. They followed her down the path and through a deserted garden. She fumbled around the front door for a moment with the key, then opened it and stepped aside to let them in.

The smell on her body was terrible, or maybe it was her room: Harry wrinkled his nose as they walked sideways through the door and took off the cloak. He stood near her, and found that she was so small, so old, that she was just up to his chest. She closed the door, her bruised knuckles lining the peeling paint, and then turned to look at Harry's face, eyes sunken in folds of clear skin with thick cataracts inside. Her face was covered with staccato blood vessels and age spots.

The musty, dusty, dirty, and spoiled food smell of old food intensified, and she undid her moldy black turban, revealing a head with thinning gray hair and clearly visible hair.

"Lady Bathilda?" said Silver, "you?"

She nodded again, and her rickety body suddenly straightened up as if she had been angry, and the age spots and blood vessels gradually faded away, and finally she became a fat woman who looked like she was fifty years old.

"You should know, it's not convenient for me to be out there anymore, Jack. Bathilda laughed, "I beg your pardon, I may have scared you a little by the way I looked, Harry Potter and the Weasleys' youngest son." ”

Harry and Ron were dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Bathilda. It's all my great-grandfather's fault. Silver said.

"Oh, you don't need to apologize to me, it's between me and your great-grandfather, and I don't regret it. If it weren't for the immortality method he gave me, I would have died a long time ago. Bathilda said.

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, "what immortality?"

Jack's great-grandfather, Richard Silver, had always been fascinated by the mysteries of immortality, and he found a lot of information about them all over the world. I've helped Richard decipher a lot of material. Thirty years ago, I was about to reach the end of my life, and in order to survive, I had to choose a special method of immortality that I got from Richard. I can't give you the specific information, but the general effect is that I can maintain my life state in the life altar set up, but I can't go too far from the life altar. I set up the altar in my own house, so I couldn't get too far from home. Twenty years ago, I was able to walk around the village, but now as soon as I leave the house, I become the living dead, and the altar is more and more bound to me. ”

"I'm afraid you won't be able to go out again, Lady Bathilda. "It's an irreversible process. ”

"Of course I know, after more than thirty years of life, I have seen so much that I will not be afraid of death now. Bathilda said, "Have you come to me for anything?"

Ron's stomach screamed at the right time, and Harry glared at him.

Bathilda laughed, "I forgot to greet you, come with me." ”

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Ron gobbled down the bread, much to Harry's embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Bathilda. We hadn't eaten much on the day we came out. ”

"Yes, thank you so much, Ms. Bathilda. Ron said mush, chewing on the mush.

"No thanks, I can't eat this food anyway, I have very low requirements for food now, and these are used to greet guests. ”

"As for the purpose of my visit, I want to ask something about Dumbledore. Silver said somewhat unnaturally, "What kind of man does Dumbledore think he is?" (to be continued......