Bathilda is now a very old woman, strictly speaking, among witches, she counts as the longest-lived one.

And, as Muriel puts it, she is "fanatical".

Is it possible for Dumbledore to let her hide the Sword of Gryffindor? If so, Harry felt that Dumbledore left a lot of variables.

Dumbledore never showed that he would put a fake sword in his place, let alone a friendship with Bathilda.

But in any case, now was not the time to doubt Hermione's claims, and not to ask when her thoughts were surprisingly consistent with her own.

Harry casually glanced up at Van Lin, and at the twinkling gazes of the two men, Harry immediately confirmed his thoughts.

"Yes, he might! So, are we going to go to the High Jacket Valley?"

"Of course, but we have to think about it from start to finish, Harry. Hermione sat up, and Harry was sure that the new plan had rekindled her enthusiasm, just as he had done himself.

"We need to practice using apparition in the cloak of invisibility together......"

"It's not just that, as a start...... Transfiguration spells might also make sense, unless you think we're going to use Polyjuice potion completely, if that we're going to need to collect someone's hair. In fact, I think it's better for us not to do that, because the bigger we move, the more likely we are to get into trouble. Van Lin added.

"Yes, but, just in case, I think we need to have some Muggle hair, at least that will help us change our appearance...... And I'm afraid we'll have to be prepared to be exposed. Hermione paused slightly, "God knows how many people Voldemort will leave there waiting for us......"

Harry didn't interject, just let Hermione continue, nodding in agreement at every pause, but his attention had long since left the conversation.

It was the first time he was excited after discovering that the sword was an illusion in Gringotts.

If it weren't for Voldemort, Harry would have grown up in the Valley of the High Runner and spent every holiday. He could have invited his friends to be guests...... There may even be a younger brother or sister...... His seventeenth birthday cake will be made for him by his mother.

When he found out that he was going back to the place where he belonged, the life he had lost was so real as never before.

However, inexplicably, Harry became a little apprehensive, because when it came time to decide to go, Harry was a little scared.

He had been there countless times in his dreams, but these were some not-so-good memories.

After falling asleep in Van Lin and Hermione that night, Harry quietly pulled out his rucksack from Hermione's pearl bag, the innermost of which was the album Hagrid had given him a long time ago.

For the first time in months, Harry took a serious look at the old photos of his parents, smiling and waving at the past, which he could no longer have.

Harry would be happy if he set off for the High Cenque Valley the next morning. But Hermione had other ideas, and she was sure that Voldemort must be looking forward to Harry's return to the site where his parents had died, and insisted that she should only set off if they were impeccable in disguise.

So they were a whole week late...... They fetch hair from innocent Muggles who were doing Christmas shopping, and then practice transfiguration together under the cloak of invisibility, and Van Lin teaches them how to use the illusion charm more quickly, after all, the cloak of invisibility is only a foreign object, and they can't wear it all the time......

All the training that Hermione insisted on.

They could only be seen after night had covered the village, so they swallowed the Polyjuice decoction at dusk.

Harry became a bald, middle-aged male Muggle, Hermione became his skinny, rat-like wife, and Van Lin used Animagus directly, after all, it would seem strange to add one to the mix of two old men.

Hermione tucked the beaded bag containing all their possessions into the pocket of her coat and held the white cat that Vanlin had transformed, and then Harry draped the cloak over the two men, and they went into the suffocating darkness once more.

This time, the illusion was extraordinarily long, and the oppressive feeling of traveling across space made the three of them uncomfortable.

This reminded Van Lin of the last time he had apparitioned directly from the outskirts of London to the Vatican, which was probably the worst trip.

When they opened their eyes again, Harry could clearly feel his heart pounding in his throat.

Hermione was on Harry's arm with one hand and her pet in the other, and the two stood on a snow-covered country road, the stars glinting faintly in the dark blue sky.

Cottages are lined with narrow lanes, Christmas ornaments flicker in the windows, and a short distance ahead, golden street lamps point to the centre of the village.

"Oh my God, there's snow everywhere!" Hermione whispered under her cloak, "Why didn't we take snow into account? With so many precautions, we're still going to leave footprints!We have to get rid of them...... You go first, I'll clean it up......"

Harry didn't want to go into the village like a pantomime horse, in fact, it was stupid, wasn't it.

"Take off the Cloak of Invisibility," Harry said calmly, seeing Hermione's horrified expression, "Oh, take it off, we don't look like we really are, and there's no one around here." ”

Harry tucked the Cloak of Invisibility into his jacket and began to move forward without any hindrance.

The icy air stung their faces. They passed by more cottages, each of which could have been where James and Lily had lived, or where Bassat now lived.

Harry stared at the front door, the snow-covered roof, and the front porch, wondering if he could remember something, but deep down he knew it couldn't be, because he had left the place forever when he was a little over a year old.

Harry wasn't even sure if he would ever see the house, he didn't know what would happen to the Loyalty Charm if the entire object that had been hidden was gone.

By this time their path had bent to the left, and in the center of the village, a small square appeared in front of them.

In the center of the square looks like a war memorial, decorated with colorful lights, part of which is hidden in the shadow of the windswept Christmas tree. Nearby there are several shops, a post office, a tavern and a chapel whose stained glass windows illuminate the square with a jewel-like brilliance.

The snow here begins to become solid: hard and smooth after a day of walking. The villagers have crossed on their chests, and their silhouettes appear simple and clear in the street lamps.

In the distance, the three of them heard a burst of laughter, pop music, and the sound of the tavern door opening and closing, and then a carol came from the church.

"Harry, I think it's Christmas Eve!" said Hermione.

"Really?" he had lost his sense of time, and they hadn't read a single newspaper in weeks.

Van Lin gently arched Hermione with his head and let out a soft call.

"I'm sure," Hermione said softly, pulling out her hand to brush Van Lin's hair.

Hermione's gaze crossed the church, "They...... They're going to be there, aren't they? Your mom and dad? I can see the cemetery behind the church. ”

Harry shuddered, feeling more like fear than excitement. It was so close that he wondered if he really wanted to see it. Maybe Hermione could understand his feelings, because she was taking his hand and pulling him forward, for the first time.

However, as she passed the square, Hermione stopped abruptly.

"Harry, look!" Hermione pointed to the war memorial.

As they passed, the monument disappeared, and the original obelisk tower engraved with people's names was replaced by a group of three statues: a man with unkempt hair and glasses, a long-haired woman, friendly and amiable, beautiful and elegant, and a baby boy sitting in her arms. Their heads were covered with snowflakes, as if they were wearing white velvet hats.

Harry leaned closer, staring at his parents' faces. He never imagined that there would be a group of statues here...... What a strange thing it is to see your own stony face...... A happy baby with no scar on his forehead.

"Let's go," Harry said as he felt satisfied, and they continued on to the church. As they crossed the main road, he looked back and saw that the group of statues had become a war memorial at one time.

As they approached the church, the singing grew louder. Harry's throat tightened, and the song made him miss Hogwarts more and more, the rude carols sung by Peeves hiding in armor, the twelve Christmas trees in the Great Hall, Dumbledore wearing the skullcap he got from the packets, and Ron in the hand-knitted sweater......

There is a narrow door at the entrance to the cemetery.

Hermione pushed it as gently as she could, and they slid sideways. The path leading to the church gate on both sides was so snowy that no one had ever stepped on it.

They walked through the snow, walked around the houses, hid in the shadows under the bright windows, and left deep footprints along the way. Behind the church, rows and rows of snow-covered tombstones, through the stained glass, red, gold, green flecks of light hit the pale blue snow, Harry grabbed the wand in his jacket pocket and walked to the nearest grave.

"Look here, it's the Aibo family, and it may have some long-term connection with the Hannah family!"

"Please, be quiet. Hermione begged in a low voice.

They gradually trudged deeper into the cemetery, leaving deep dark footprints behind them, stopping to read the words on the tombstones, glancing at the darkness around them from the corner of their eyes, and after making sure that no one was following, the three of them continued down.

"Harry, here!" Hermione was separated from him by two rows of tombstones.

Harry struggled towards her, his heart pounding violently in his chest. "That's ......?"

"No, but look here!" she pointed to a black stone. Harry looked down at the cold, moss-covered granite with the dates of her birth and death inscribed on it, and a little further down the words "Kedra Dunledore" and "Her daughter Ariana".

There is also a line of sacrifice: Where your treasure is, there is your heart.

That being said, Rita Skeeter and Muriel did get some real things done. The Dumbledore family did live here, and some members of the family were buried here.

Seeing this tomb in person was worse than just hearing about it, and Harry couldn't help but think that he and Dumbledore's roots were in the same graveyard, and that Dumbledore might be his neighbor.

They could have visited together, but sadly, that opportunity was not available now.

For a moment Harry imagined what it would be like to be here with Dumbledore, and how much it would mean to him. But perhaps for Dumbledore, the fact that their family was side by side in the graveyard seemed like an unimportant coincidence, and perhaps it had nothing to do with the task he had given Harry.

Hermione looked at Harry, who was glad that his face was hidden in the shadows. He read the words on the tombstone again: Where your treasure is, there your heart is.

In fact, Harry didn't understand the meaning of the words. But it is certain that Dumbledore, who was the oldest member of the family after his mother's death, chose them as his epitaph.

"Are you sure he never mentioned it......" Hermione began to speak, looking at Van Lin uncertainly.

The white cat in his arms nodded very humanely, and then jumped down.

"I'm sure. Harry replied briefly, "Let's keep looking." ”

Then Harry turned and walked away, wishing he had never seen the stone: he didn't want his resentment to affect his excitement.

"Here!" Hermione screamed again in the darkness after a moment.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I thought it was ......," Hermione said mid-sentence when Harry walked away dejectedly.

"Wait a minute, Harry, come back a little bit. ”

Harry, unwilling to be led by the nose any longer, forced his way through the snow towards her.

"What's that?"

"Look at this!" The tombstone was so old that the weathered Harry couldn't even make out the name on it. Hermione pointed out the symbol below.

"Harry, that's the symbol on that book!"

Harry stared at where she was fingering: the tombstone was so shabby, too old to make out what had been carved there, though it did appear to have a triangular mark underneath the vague name.

"Yes...... Probably ......"

Hermione lit her wand and pointed to the words on the tombstone.

"That's Eagle Ignoth, I think so......"

"I'm going to find my parents, okay?" Harry said to her a little harshly, and set off again, leaving Hermione and Verlin behind...... To be exact, a man and a cat crouched beside the old tombstone.

From time to time, Harry would find a surname he knew, such as Abbott, who had seen him at Hogwarts.

There are so many people buried here.

Sometimes the names of several generations of wizarding families appear in the cemetery at once: Harry could tell by the date if the family was extinct or if the current members had migrated elsewhere from the High Cenker Valley.

Harry walked farther and farther, and every time he reached a new tombstone, he felt a little bit of fear and anticipation.

Darkness and silence seemed to have descended suddenly, and Harry looked around worriedly, suspecting that it was a Dementor attack. Then I realized that the Christmas carols were over, the chattering talkers and worshippers were fading away, and the lights had just been extinguished in the church.

Then Hermione's voice came out of the darkness for a third time, sharp and clear a few yards away.

"Harry, they're here...... Right here. ”