Harry could tell from Hermione's tone that it was his parents this time.

For no apparent reason, Harry had another feeling of palpitations.

Harry forced himself to walk towards Hermione in a panic, feeling something heavy squeezing his chest, just like Dumbledore had just done when he had just died, and the grief was literally weighing on his heart and lungs.

The tombstone, which is only two rows behind the tombstones of Kedra and Ariana, is made of white marble, resembling Dumbledore's tomb, which makes the tombstone easier to see and it seems to sparkle in the dark.

James Porter

Born on March 27, 1960

Died October 31, 1981

Lily Porter

Born on January 30, 1960

Died October 31, 1981

The last enemy to be defeated is death!

Harry read slowly, silently, as if he had only one chance to understand the meaning of the words. Then he read the last sentence out loud.

"The last enemy to be defeated is death......"

Suddenly, a terrible thought flashed through my mind, with a hint of horror, "Could this be a Death Eater idea? Why are they here?"

"This is not what the Death Eaters call victory over death, Harry. Hermione said gently. "What does it mean...... You know...... Life can transcend death. Some people are still alive even though they are dead. ”

"But they've lost their lives," Harry thought...... "they're gone!"

These empty words do not hide the fact that the bones of his parents are gradually decomposing under the snow and stones, which is inconsequential and unaware. Before he could control it, his hot tears had already burst out of his eyes and immediately froze on his face.

What's the point of erasing or covering it up?

Harry let tears well, his lips pursed, and he watched the thick snow cover the place where Lily and James' remains were buried, perhaps only bones or dust.

They didn't care about their living son, standing so close. Harry's heart was still beating because of their sacrifice, he was still alive, but at this moment, he wished he was sleeping with them in the snow.

Hermione had already pulled out her wand and held it tightly.

Harry didn't look at her, but there was a sense of urgency. He gulped down the night air, trying to calm down and control his emotions. He should have brought something to his parents, but he never thought about it, and all the plants in the cemetery were withered and frozen.

However, Hermione raised her wand and made a circle in the air, and a circle of Christmas roses opened in front of them.

Harry took it and placed it on his parents' grave.

Once he got up, he wanted to leave: he didn't think he could continue there.

Harry put his arm on Hermione's shoulder, Hermione backhanded Harry, and then they quietly turned around together, walking through the snow, past the graves of Dumbledore's mother and sister, and trying to return to the dark chapel and the narrow door that was no longer visible.

"Van Lin......" Hermione cried softly, as if she didn't want to disturb the sleeping soul in the cemetery.

But the empty cemetery did not respond.

This made Harry's nerves, which had been relaxed by grief, tense up again.

"Wait a minute......" Hermione seemed to be frightened, and a snow-white shadow sprang out of the darkness behind her.

It was the Animagus of Vanlin.

"What's the matter......" Harry replied, a little confused.

"There's someone watching over there, I'm sure, just behind the bushes. ”

It seemed to cooperate with Hermione's words, Van Lin's body stopped in the snow, the muscles of his whole body were tense, and he could clearly feel that Van Lin's slightly bulging back and curled up body seemed to be about to rush out of place in the next second.

In fact, from the moment he entered the cemetery, this feeling of surveillance has not dissipated, perhaps due to animal instinct, so this has also kept Fanlin on the lookout.

"Van Lin...... " Hermione cried, but before she could finish speaking, a menacing roar erupted from Van Lin's mouth, and unlike the previous soft and cute screams, it could be clearly observed that the hair on Van Lin's body stood up slightly.

Suddenly, Harry and Hermione also became nervous, and the two of them stood in place, staring at the dark border of the cemetery.

But after a long time, Harry still didn't see anything.

It didn't just make Harry feel nervous.

"Are you sure?"

"I saw something moving. I swear I saw ......" Hermione pulled out her hand to pull her wand out, but Harry stopped her.

"We look like Muggles now," Harry said.

"Muggles are going to lay flowers at your parents' graves?Harry, I'm sure there's someone over there!" Hermione said helplessly, but Harry was right, the two of them were now two Muggles.

Hermione's remarks, however, reminded Harry of the History of Magic that graveyards are often haunted, if that were the case......

But then he heard the rustle of the bushes, and saw the bushes that Hermione was referring to, and several snowflakes swirled and fell. Ghosts can't move snowflakes.

"It's a cat. Harry said, and after a second or two, he added, "Or maybe it's a bird." If it had been a Death Eater, we would have died. ”

But Fan Lin didn't move yet, and after about a few minutes, it seemed that there were no signs of other life, and Fan Lin's body really gradually relaxed.

"Let's get out of here. Van Lin's words were stunned in the minds of Harry and Hermione.

This is similar to magic such as mind control or mind teleportation.

"I didn't see exactly what it was, but what was certain was that it was gone. Van Lin said.

"Alright...... Harry nodded, "we can put the cloak back on." ”

Van Lin jumped back into Hermione's arms, as if she were pretending to sleep, but her little ears still fluttered back and forth.

Animals are far more perceptive to danger than humans, aren't they?

However, it made Fan Lin wonder, it was as if he had been interfered with by magic before, and the black shadow Fan Lin had no way to observe his whole picture.

Is it a person?

But that felt more like a ...... to Van Lin Monkeys, or whatever......

If it was a person, it would be a little too strange, and, as Harry said, if it was a Death Eater, then one of the three of them would have fallen just now.

An uneasy mood enveloped the three of them.

When they left the cemetery, they still glanced back from time to time.

Harry didn't feel as optimistic as he had reassured Hermione, and he was happy to walk to the door, back on the slippery sidewalk, at least he could still feel the smell of people.

They took off their cloaks of invisibility.

The tavern was much livelier than ever, with many people singing carols they had heard in church. Harry considered whether to suggest hiding in the tavern, and before he could say anything, Hermione whispered, "Let's go this way." ”

Without saying a word, Hermione pulled Harry in the opposite direction he had come, towards the gloomy street that led to the outside of the village.

The houses around him gradually became scarce, and the narrow paths opened up again. They walked swiftly forward, past windows that shone with colorful light that revealed the outline of the Christmas tree.

"How are we going to find Bathilda's house?" asked Hermione, shivering a little, looking behind her from time to time.

"Harry, what do you think, Harry?" she tugged at his arm, but Harry ignored her, looking at the large ruins at the end of the path.

Suddenly, Harry pulled Hermione up and ran as fast as she could, and Hermione nearly fell on the ice.

"Harry......"

"Look, look, Hermione......"

"I didn't...... Oh!" Harry saw that the Loyalty Charm must have expired with the deaths of James and Lily.

Ever since Hagrid had rescued Harry from a pile of rubble in the waist-deep grass, the fence had grown wild because it was unattended. Most of the house was still intact, though it was completely covered in gloomy ivy and snow, and the right side of the top floor had been blown up, where, for sure, Harry was where the spell had exploded.

He and Hermione stood in front of the gate, staring at the house-like building that they were supposed to pass by, now all that was left was the wreckage.

"I wonder why no one has renovated this place. Hermione whispered.

"Maybe it can't be rebuilt," Harry replied. "It's like the damage caused by the dark arts, and there is no way to make up for it?"

Harry reached out under the Cloak of Invisibility and grabbed the rusty door covered in snow, which he didn't want to open, just wished he could become a part of the house.

"Don't go in, do you? it doesn't look safe, it might ...... Oh, Harry, look!"

His contact with the gate seems to have brought about some changes. A wooden sign emerged from the unkempt nettles and weeds in front of them, with gold letters on it: Here, on the night of 03/98, Lily and James Potter lost their lives, and their son, Harry, became the only wizard to escape the curse of death!

The Muggle Invisible House remained in ruins, serving as a monument to the Potters and a wake-up call to violence against the tearing apart of their families!

However, it's not all.

Around these neat words, the wizards who came to witness the Great Immortal Boy scribbled their words.

Some simply wrote their names in ink, some carved their initials into wood, and still others wrote short messages.

Whether it looked like a handwriting from a few days ago or a dull pen and ink from sixteen years ago, all the words they said meant the same thing: Good luck, Harry, wherever you are.

When you read this, Harry, we're all behind you!

Long live Harry Potter.

"They shouldn't have written on the sign!" Hermione said indignantly.

But Harry smiled at her, "That's great. I'm glad they did. I ......"

Harry paused suddenly.

A heavily dressed man slowly walked towards them from the side street, and the bright lights of the square in the distance made it impossible to see his dark outline. As difficult as it was, Harry could tell it was a woman.

She walked slowly, perhaps for fear of slipping on the snow. Her stiff back, her resolute appearance, and the tiredness of her shuffling walk make people feel that she is very old.

They watched in silence as she approached.

Harry wanted to see if she would walk into a house, but he knew very well in his heart that she wouldn't walk into any of them.

Finally, she stopped a few meters in front of them and stood in the middle of the frozen road, watching them.

Now, Harry didn't need Hermione to pinch his arm to understand that this woman couldn't be a Muggle. She was standing there looking at a house that Muggles couldn't even see.

And, one thing confirmed that she was a witch, because it was so strange to come out on such a cold night just to see an old, ruined house.

And, according to the rules of magic, she should not be able to see Hermione and Harry.

Harry, however, had a particularly strange feeling that she knew they were there and who they were.

Just as Harry came to this disturbing conclusion, the woman raised a gloved hand and gestured.

Hermione moved closer to Harry under the Cloak of Invisibility, and she grabbed Harry's arm, "How did she know?"

Harry shook his head.

The woman waved her hand harder.

Harry could think of a whole host of reasons to ignore her, he stared at her on such an uninhabited street, and his doubts about her identity grew as time went by. Would she have been waiting for them for months? Would Dumbledore have told her to wait for them and tell her that Harry would eventually come? Did she follow them from the cemetery all the way to here in the shadows?

She could see them, and that was the only thing Harry could be sure of, it felt like he was facing Dumbledore, who was also able to spot her hiding under the cloak of invisibility.

Finally Harry spoke suddenly, startling Hermione and Van Lin. "Are you Bathilda?"

"Are you crazy, Harry!" Van Lin's voice rang out of Harry's head again, "you shouldn't just be exposed, even, we're not sure. ”

"When did you become so careful?" asked Harry, surprised.

"Don't you think it's weird?" Van Lin squinted his eyes as if he was back in the day, and his originally round blue pupils suddenly contracted into a vertical line, which felt like a snake.

In the blur, the figure gave Van Lin a strange illusion, as if he had seen it there.

"What's weird?"

"No one has heard that we're here today, has they?" said Vanlin, "and even if she stared at this house all day, how did she find us when she was stealthy and the road was almost covered with hard snow?"

"Maybe Dumbledore gave her a way?" Harry replied uncertainly, glancing at the old wizard who didn't seem to hear him.

"It's the Cloak, Harry!" Van Lin said, then added in his heart that this was one of the Deathly Hallows.

"It's no different...... Harry said uncertainly, "Dumbledore and you won't be able to spot me......"

"It's different, Harry, and we can find out because we're familiar enough. Fan Lin said, his eyelids raised, and the old man who was still standing in place was slowly walking towards the three of them.

"Anyway, she found us. Van Lin said, looking at the approaching figure.

"What should I do. ”

"As you thought," said Van Lin, "but, keep an eye on it, I think there's something not quite right with this man. ”

"Good!"

Harry nodded slightly, then briefly exchanged glances with Hermione.

"Are you...... Bathilda?"