"This is Godric's Hollow? Isn't this also a wizard's colony? Why isn't there anything? Let me look at the map again, we can't be wrong. Ron said, "Maybe I mispronounced the name of the place when I apparition apparition?"

"We didn't come to the wrong place, Ron. It used to be a wizarding colony a long time ago, but not anymore. Harry said, "According to the Modern Wizarding Encyclopedia, the wizards who live here have moved or died. ”

"No wonder my dad never brought me here. Ron said.

In front of them was a small square with a war monument-like building in the center, a few shops, a post office, a bar, and a chapel, with a jewel-like glow radiating across the stained-glass square.

Muggle villagers crossed in front of them, briefly illuminated by the streetlights. Snippets of laughter and pop music can be heard when the bar doors open and close, and a small church sits alone.

"I'm now sure we didn't go wrong, I feel it. Ron said, eyes looking at the church, "they ...... They're going to be there, aren't they? Mom and Dad? I can see the cemetery in the back. ”

Harry felt a shudder, not just excitement, but more fear. Now that it was so close, he didn't know if he wanted to see it or not.

"Harry, look!"

Ron pointed to the monument. It was transformed, no longer an obelisk with names engraved on it, but a statue of three people: a man with unkempt hair and glasses, a woman with long hair and a beautiful and kind appearance, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms. Snowflakes fell on the top of the three of them like fluffy white velvet hats.

Harry stepped closer, gazing at his parents' faces. He never thought there would be a sculpture...... How strange it is to see yourself carved in stone, a happy baby, without a scar on his head......

"Let's go. "After enough of the admiration. Harry said. The two continued towards the church, and as he crossed the street, he looked back and the statue had become a Muggle war memorial.

As he approached the church, Harry's throat tightened, he had never been so nervous.

The entrance to the church is a narrow door. Harry pushed it away as gently as he could, and the two of them slipped inside.

Behind the church, rows of tombstones stood, and Harry clutched his wand in his pocket as he walked towards the nearest tombstone.

"Look at this, the surname is Aibo. Maybe it's Hannah's lost relative!"

"Quietly. Harry said, "It's not safe here. ”

The two continued their walk deeper into the cemetery, stooping to look at the inscriptions on the ancient tombstones, occasionally peering into the darkness to make sure there was no one else.

"Harry, come here!"

Ron was two rows of tombstones, and Harry struggled back, his heart pounding against his chest.

"Isn't it—"

"No, but look!"

He pointed to the black stele. Harry bent down and saw Candela Dumbledore carved into the moss-mottled granite, with his daughter Ariana under the date of birth and death. There is also an adage:

Where are the treasures? Where is the heart

It was Albus Dumbledore.

"It's Albus Dumbledore, Harry, so Dumbledore used to live here!"

"I don't know. Harry muttered that both he and Dumbledore had deep roots buried in the graveyard. Dumbledore should have told him this. But he never wanted to break the relationship. They could have visited the place together, and for a moment Harry imagined what it would be like to be here with Dumbledore. How much that would mean to him. For Dumbledore, however, their relatives lying on the same graveyard seemed like an unimportant coincidence, perhaps irrelevant to what he wanted Harry to do.

Harry read the words on the tombstone again. Where the treasure is, so is the heart. But he didn't understand what he meant.

"Are you sure he never mentioned it?" asked Ron.

"No," Harry said briefly, "let's go on." He turned and walked away, hoping he hadn't seen the stele. He didn't know why Dumbledore was hiding these things.

From time to time, the two recognized a surname like Abbott had seen at Hogwarts. Sometimes several generations of the same wizarding family are listed on this tombstone. Harry could tell from the age that some of these families had died, and some of their descendants had left Godric's Hollow. He walked farther and farther through the cemetery, and each time he approached a tombstone, he felt a thrill of fear and anticipation.

The darkness and silence seemed to deepen suddenly. Harry looked around worriedly, thinking of the Dementors, who he was a little unsure of if he should release the Patronus to embolden himself, but he was afraid of being laughed at by Ron.

"Harry, here...... This way. ”

Harry could tell from his tone that it was his parents' this time. He walked towards him, feeling something weigh heavily on his chest, just like the grief he felt after Dumbledore's death, a grief that really weighed on his heart and lungs.

The tombstone is only two rows away from Candela and Ariana's, and like Dumbledore's tomb, it is made of white marble, and the text is easier to read because it seems to glisten in the dark. Harry didn't have to kneel, or even get close, to see the inscription on it.

James Porter was born on March 27, 1960 and Lily Porter was born on January 30, 1960

Died October 31, 1981

The last enemy to be eliminated is death

Harry read the words slowly, as if he had only one chance to read what they meant. He read the last line.

"'The last enemy to be destroyed is death,'......" a terrible thought suddenly came to his mind, accompanied by a wave of panic, "Isn't that what Voldemort thought?

Ron didn't notice the reason for Harry's change in love, he just felt that his friend was out of control because he saw the tombstone of his biological parents, who had never been masked.

"Don't be sad, Harry, your parents defeated that adversary with their lives, and they were very- very great. ”

But they didn't have lives, Harry thought: they weren't there. Empty words could not hide this reality, the decomposed bodies of his parents lay under the stones, cold and unconscious.

"What are you doing here?" a female voice came from behind the two of them.

Harry and Ron shuddered, clenched their wands and turned quickly - but there was no figure in sight, they looked around and found nothing!

"Ha-Harry. Ron's voice trembled a little, "Did you just hear that?"

"I hear you. Harry was a little nervous, too.

"Aunt Muriel used to scare me when I was a child that strange things often happened in the wizards' graveyards, and that these ominous people would soon die. Ron sounded like he was about to cry.

"Like that ominous big black dog?"

"Even worse, Harry, seeing the big black dog is just ominous death, and something even more terrifying. ”

"You haven't told me yet, what are you doing here?" the voice came from behind them again.

This time Ron screamed, picked up Harry, and ran. (To be continued......)