Once in Godric's Hollow, Darren and Hermione each put on the glasses he had prepared to carefully search their surroundings to make sure there were no suspicious figures, and then they turned left along the alley, and a small square appeared in front of them in the center of the village. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

In the center of the square is a war memorial-like building with several shops, a post office, a bar, and a chapel, and a jewel-like glow radiating across the stained-glass square.

They walked into the plaza, but when they got to the middle, Hermione suddenly stopped, "Harry, look!"

She pointed to the monument, which, as they passed, changed from an obelisk with names inscribed on it to a statue of three people: a man with unkempt hair and glasses, a woman with long hair and a beautiful and kind face, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms.

If I'm not mistaken, Darren thinks it's Harry's parents and his statues, or Harry as a baby.

"They've made statues of you," Ron said in amazement, "and there's magic on them, and only wizards can see them." ”

Harry reached out and gently stroked the statues, especially the stone carvings of himself, a happy baby with no scars on his head......

"Let's go," Harry said at last, as they continued towards the church, and as they walked down the street, the statue had been turned into a war memorial again.

The cemetery was at the back of the church, and Darren gently pushed open a narrow door at the entrance, and they slipped inside, and in the cemetery, rows of tombstones stood in the dark.

They walked softly deeper into the graveyard, carefully examining the inscriptions on the tombstone to find the one that belonged to Harry's parents, "Darren, here!" With the help of glasses, Hermione was the first to find her target, calling softly to Darren, and Harry and Ron walked over.

"Is it ......?"

"No, but look!"

Hermione pointed to the black stele, and Darren bent down to look closely, and on the moss-mottled granite, Candela Dumbledore was engraved, and under the date of birth and death was her daughter Ariana, and there was a motto:

Where the treasure is, so is the heart

This is the tombstone of Dumbledore's mother and his sister.

Hermione looked at him, "I know Dumbledore used to live here, but I don't know ......"

"I know now, it's a pity that Professor Dumbledore isn't here," Truth be told, Darren really didn't know at this time, if Dumbledore had to choose, he would still build his tomb at Hogwarts, or be with his mother and sister......

"Let's look for it. ”

"Harry, here...... This way. ”

Harry could tell from her tone that it was his parents' this time. He walked towards her, 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.

Jimmy. Porter Lily. Porter was born 27 March 1960, died 30 January 1960, died 31 October 1981 and died 31 October 1981

The last enemy to be eliminated is death

Harry read the last line.

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

"It's not the Death Eaters' way of defeating death, Harry," Hermione said softly, "it refers to...... You know...... Life surpasses death, even though death is still alive. ”

But they were lifeless, and empty words could not hide this reality, and the decomposing bodies of his parents lay under the snow and stones, cold and unconscious. Tears poured out of Harry's eyes, hot and hot, frozen on his face in an instant, what was the point of wiping and covering up? He let the tears run and fell, his lips closed, and he looked down at the thick snow, which covered the bodies of Lily and Jaime, and now there must have been only bones and dirt left, not knowing and not caring that their son who had left behind in the world was standing so close. His heart was still beating strongly, paid for by their sacrifice, but he almost wished he had been sleeping with them under the snow at the moment.

Hermione took his hand again, holding it tightly. He couldn't look at her, but he held it back hard, inhaling the cool air of the night deeply, trying to calm himself. He was supposed to bring something for them, but when he came, he didn't expect that the plants in 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 took 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 arm around Hermione's shoulder, she put her arm around his waist, and the two of them silently turned and walked through the snow, past the graveyard of Dumbledore's mother and sister, towards the dark church and the narrow door out of sight.

"Harry, stop. ”

"What's wrong?"

They had just walked to the tomb of the unknown Abbot.

"Somebody was there, somebody was watching us, I could feel it. There, next to the bushes. ”

They stood motionless, cuddled together, staring at the edge of Hessesen's graveyard. Harry didn't see anything.

"Are you sure?"

"I see something moving, I can swear ......"

Hermione broke free of Harry, freeing her wand-holding arm.

"We look like Muggles. Harry pointed out.

"Muggles who just put flowers in front of your parents' graves!Harry, I'm sure there's someone there!"

Harry thought of A History of Magic, which said that the graveyard was haunted: if ——? then he heard a rustling sound and saw a swirl of small snowflakes among the bushes that Hermione was referring to, the ghost would not be able to move the snow.

"It's a cat," Harry said after a second or two, "or a bird." If it had been the Death Eaters, we would have died by now. But now, let's get out of here, we can put on the cloak of invisibility. ”

The two of them kept looking back and walked out of the cemetery. Harry wasn't as optimistic as he had comforted Hermione, and he felt relieved as he walked to the door and stepped onto the slippery stone path. The two of them were dressed in invisibility cloaks, and there were more customers in the bar than before, and many voices were singing the carols they had heard in front of the church. Harry tried to offer to go in and hide, but before he could say anything, Hermione whispered, "Go this way," and dragged him down a dark street. It leads to the outside of the village, the opposite of the way they came in. Harry could see where the houses vanished and the streets turned into wilderness. They walked too fast to go any faster, passing more windows with flashing lights, and the silhouette of a Christmas tree behind the curtains.

"How can you find Bathilda's house?" asked Hermione, a little shuddering, looking back often, "Harry, what do you think?"

She tugged at his arm, but Harry didn't notice. He was staring at a dark shadow at the end of the row of houses, and then he quickened his pace and dragged Hermione over, where she skated on the ice.

"Harry—"

"Look...... Behold, Hermione......"

"I didn't ...... Oh!"

He saw it. The Loyalty Curse must have expired with the deaths of Jaime and Lily. In the sixteen years since Hagrid took Harry from the rubble, the hedges had grown in a mess, and the rubble was buried waist-deep in the grass. Most of the house was still there, completely covered in dark ivy and snow, but the right side of the top room had been blown up, and Harry thought it must be where the spell bounced back. He and Hermione stood in the doorway looking at the ruin, which must have been the same as the houses on either side.