Chapter 1274

"You have to do this on your own." Fan Lin said, looking at Harry silently, "This is your problem, and you have to solve it yourself."

"But, that's your girlfriend..."

"Oh, of course, but, I'm not her!"

Fan Lin said firmly, his blue eyes met Harry's, "Look into my eyes, Harry, what can you feel?"

"Cold...and...you used Legilimency on me?" Harry screamed and jumped away.

"I..." Fan Lin raised his hand, then slowly put it down, saying quietly, "It's sincerity, Harry, when did I lie to you?"

"It's like I never knew that you and Dumbledore had done so much behind my back..." Harry muttered, which made Fanlin's eyes twitch.

Harry is really... getting worse and worse...

"However, you are right. This really needs to be done by myself. After all, I am the one who proposed it now..." Harry said hesitantly. In fact, after Ron left, Harry had been writing about the past. Pull things out of your memory and think about them over and over again.

"So, Fan Lin, tell me, do you have any plans... I think you are a little strange. You seem to have some concerns about Horcruxes now..."

"Not too concerned?"

"Well..." Harry nodded with difficulty, "Can you tell me what's on the paper?"

Fan Lin was stunned for a moment, his hand shook, but he quickly tightened it.

"Harry, do you think, other than wizards, who else...I mean, who else could have such magical power?"

"Vampire? Or..."

"No, no, no, it's not what we know now..." Fan Lin shook his head and said, "Do you think there will be a god in this world?"

"god?"

Harry looked at Fan Lin in confusion, "Why do you think so?"

"What if, I told you, they ever existed?"

"Uh..." Harry froze, staring at the crystal ball in his hand, and then looked at Fan Lin.

"Or... maybe... after all, people in the past left so many... you know, stories about gods, and legends..."

"What if, I tell you, they are just like us, but they are creatures that appear earlier and have more powerful power?" Fan Lin said with a smile.

Harry's expression became solemn, and he could see that Fan Lin did not mean to joke.

"What do you want to say?"

"Although I hate to say this, there seems to be no way around you for what Voldemort is doing. What if Voldemort is supported by not just a Horcrux, but something else? "

"You mean, he found a... god?"

"No, no, no, Harry, it is impossible for gods to appear in the world now. In the past, I can tell you clearly that they left or... died."

"But, if they are gods...how could..."

"I said, they are just a group of more powerful creatures." Fan Lin said silently, "Like a great wizard, no one can escape the end of death. Maybe their power can make life possible. Continuation, but the bubble will eventually burst, right?”

"But, what does this Voldemort have to do with it?"

"You should know that you have felt it before, and that is what Voldemort is working towards." Fan Lin said, his eyes were terrifyingly calm, "If your fate is tied to him, but now, I'm afraid it's It’s not that simple anymore.”

"Voldemort..."

"He is trying to become a god." Fan Lin said, "If my guess is correct, this altar is a part of his preparation, just like he was resurrected with your power a few years ago. Voldemort can There is no standing still.”

There was a trace of cold sweat on Harry's forehead.

"So, you know..."

"I'm sorry, I really don't know." Fan Lin said, "What I can do is help you grow up quickly. As for other things, to be honest, I have been to many places, but if I want to figure out a clue... …”

"Okay..." Harry felt his throat was a little dry.

"I have to leave it to you regarding the Horcruxes, Harry. To be honest, I'm... very confused right now..." Fan Lin smiled bitterly and tapped his head gently.

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Do what you want, Harry, do it boldly, maybe we will make new discoveries." Fan Lin stretched his waist, "We can put this matter aside, right, Mr. Lu Go through it step by step.”

"Okay!" Harry was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed under Fan Lin's surprised eyes.

"Nothing has changed, right? I've been in contact with him!" Harry knocked on his head, "And my feeling tells me that I want to go to Godric's Hollow!"

"Then go!"

"So, Hermione..." Harry said a long tone...

"Oh...no no no, then do it yourself!"

Just when the two were entangled, the tent curtain was suddenly lifted, and a cold wind made the two feel uncomfortable.

"Hermione?" Fan Lin tried to ask, but it was as if the two words were stuck in his throat, and his voice was short, as if he was frightened.

"Of course it's me!" Hermione responded, taking off her invisibility cloak.

Hermione was holding two large bags of stuff in her hands, which were all Muggle food. Fan Lin saw a lot of cans.

"I left the money on the counter..." Hermione muttered, Fan Lin and Harry quickly separated, "I hope they can find it..."

…

"What are you two still doing?"

"Oh, of course...I'll do it..." Fan Lin took three steps at a time and took the things in Hermione's hand, and then gently led Hermione towards the kitchen with one hand.

"They will receive it, I promise." Fan Lin said, listening to Hermione's anxiety, and when passing by Harry, he did not forget to tell Harry to solve it by himself.

…

Today's dinner was very sumptuous, and the long-lost canned meat and pasta became extremely delicious. At least, Hermione's cooking became more and more delicious. When paired with fresh mushroom soup, this time the room was filled with excitement. People have the illusion of returning to Hogwarts.

In fact, Harry felt the same way, especially when Fanlin abandoned him, leaving him to face Hermione alone.

There was always something satisfying about dinner, which struck Harry as a good time to talk.

But when he actually faced Hermione, Harry felt that things were not that simple.

It was like going back a few years ago, when Harry asked Professor McGonagall if he could go to Hogsmeade without the Dursleys' signature.

…

"Hey...Hermione, I was thinking..."

"Oh, Harry, just in time, and you, Fan Lin, come and take a look!"

Hermione was talking to herself, obviously not listening to Harry.

Fanlin turned to Hermione, and Harry came over.

Hermione leaned forward and pulled out The Tales of Bede the Bard.

"Look at this symbol," she said, pointing to the front of the page.

Harry thought Hermione was referring to the title of the story (he couldn't read ancient runes, so he couldn't be sure), which looked like a picture of a triangular eye with a vertical line across the pupil.

"But... I have never learned ancient magic texts, Hermione." She said with a bitter taste of curry.

"I know, but it's not a magic text, and it's not in the pronunciation list. I always thought it was a picture of eyes, but I guess it's not! It's drawn in ink, look, someone drew it here, it's not This book is original. Think about it, have you seen it before?"

Fan Lin looked at it and immediately knew what Hermione was going to say, that symbol...

"No... no, wait." Harry looked closer, "Isn't it worn around Luna's neck by her father?"

"Well, that's what I thought too!"

"This is Grindelwald's mark." Fan Lin said, without giving the answer in his heart.

"What?" Hermione opened her mouth in surprise.

"Yes, that's it..."

"Harry, you know him too?" Hermione said in disbelief.

"Krum told me..." Harry recounted what Viktor Krum had told him at the wedding, and Hermione looked surprised.

"Grindelwald's mark?" Her eyes moved from Harry to the strange mark and then back again.

"But, I've never heard of Grindelwald having the Mark. Nothing I've read about it has mentioned it."

"Well, like I said, Krum said the mark was carved on a wall in Durmstrang and left there by Grindelwald." Harry shrugged.

Hermione leaned back in her seat again, frowning.

"This is so weird. If this is a dark magic mark, why is it in a children's book?"

"Yeah, it's weird," Harry said. "Scrimgeour has already tested it. He is the Minister for Magic and should be an expert in identifying dark magic items."

"I know... maybe he thinks it's just an eye, like I thought before. All the other story titles have a little picture on them." She said nothing, just staring at this strange mark.

Taking advantage of Hermione's daze, Fan Lin gently tapped Harry's back with his hand, and Harry immediately reacted.

Harry Potter's second try...

"Hermione?"

"Um?"

"I was thinking, I...I should go to Godric's Hollow."

Hermione looked at him, but her eyes were dull, and Harry thought she was still thinking about the mysterious mark on the book.

"Yes," she said. "Yes, I think so. I really think we should go there."

"So, did you hear what I said clearly?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"Of course, you want to go to Godric's Hollow. I agree, I think we should, I mean, I can't think of anywhere else but that. It would be dangerous, but the more I think about it The more it feels like it’s there.”

"Uh...what's there?" Harry asked.

Hermione looked as confused as he did.

"Okay, that sword, Harry! Dumbledore must know that you are going back there, I mean, Godric's Hollow is the birthplace of Godric Gryffindor..."

"Really? Gryffindor is from Godric's Hollow?"

"Oh, my God, Harry, have you ever opened a History of Magic textbook?" Hermione said speechlessly, looking a little annoyed.

"Well……"

This was definitely the first time Harry had felt anything good in months. The sudden feeling made his face freeze, "I opened it, you know, when I bought it... just... …Only that one time…”

"Oh, well, I knew it...since the village was named after him, I thought you could connect the two," Hermione said. Her voice sounded more like hers than it had in recent times, and Harry could almost feel her announcing that she was leaving for the library.

"There is a little record about this village in the History of Magic. Wait a minute..." She opened the bead bag and rummaged through it for a while, and finally found an old textbook they had in school, written by Bathilda Bagshot. History of Magic, she thumbed through it quickly until she found the page she wanted.

"The records of the International Statute of Secrets of 1989 show that wizards went into seclusion forever. Perhaps this was natural. However, they established a small group of their own in society. Many small villages and small tribes of magical families were attracted and gathered to interact with each other. and protection. The village of Seaworth in Cornwall, the area north of Flegrim in Yorkshire, and Ottery on the south coast of England are a few of the noteworthy locations where the wizarding family formed their home. Among these semi-magical settlements, perhaps the most famous is the village of Godric's Hollow in southwestern England, the birthplace of the great wizard Godric Gryffindor. "There the magic craftsman Bram Wright forged the first Golden Snitch. The cemetery is filled with the names of ancient magical families, and no doubt records of these haunted stories have been passed down in the adjacent chapel for many centuries."

"However, you and your parents are not mentioned," Hermione said, closing the book, "because Professor Bagshot has no record of events later than the end of the ninth century. But did you see it? Godric's Hollow, Godric Gryffindor, Sword of Gryffindor; don't you think Dumbledore wants you to link them together?"

"Oh, yes... of course..." Harry didn't want to admit that he hadn't even thought about the Sword of Gryffindor when he proposed going to Godric's Hollow. As far as he was concerned, the only information he knew about the village came from his parents' cemetery, the house that barely made him immortal, and Bathilda Bagshot.

"Remember what Muriel said?" he asked at last.

"who?"

"You know," Harry hesitated.

He didn't want to mention Ron's name right now, "Ginny's aunt, the one who called you skinny at the wedding."

"Oh, okay, this is rude, but what next?" Fan Lin quickly took it so that the three of them would not think of Ron.

"She said Bathilda Bagshot still lives in Godric's Hollow."

"Bathilda Bagshot," Hermione murmured, stroking the name Bathilda Bagshot on the embossed cover of History of Magic with her index finger.

"Well, I presume..." Her breathless look made Harry's insides turn.

"What?"

"Perhaps Dumbledore will entrust the Sword of Gryffindor to her, and it's not necessarily Harry..." Fan Lin said, holding Hermione's hand with one hand. Apparently, thinking of Ron, Hermione still felt... It's not very comfortable, at least, anyone would feel depressed.

"Besides, there's a high probability, isn't it?" Hermione took a breath and calmed down, "She may be one of the few people Dumbledore trusts, but it's hard to guarantee whether this will happen. What an accident, maybe she took the sword away and hid it..." (To be continued)