Chapter 440 A Night in Godric's Hollow (Part 2)

Looking at Snape standing at the end of the road in Godric's Hollow, Fanlin couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Professor Snape gave everything to protect Lily, even at the cost of imitating Peter Pettigrew's humility.

Fanlin wondered what would happen if Dumbledore knew the news in advance.

Perhaps he prepared all the means, then ambushed in Godric's Hollow, and fought a deadly battle with Voldemort?

The risk was too great, and Fanlin didn't think Dumbledore would make such a choice.

Voldemort was immortal. At this moment, the only D.A. who knew Voldemort's biggest secret had been sleeping in the cold lake water with the poison that protected the Horcrux, and was accompanied by the corpses.

This made people feel sad. Except for Kreacher, no one knew what he had done.

...

After getting Voldemort's promise, Snape would naturally not stop Voldemort's progress. Voldemort had given him the maximum tolerance, which was undoubtedly a kind of luck.

Snape didn't care about the lives of others, he only cared about Lily.

"Aren't we going back to Harry's house?" asked Fan Lin. Although he could see everything that happened, he still wanted to see what happened in Harry's house with his own eyes, observe it closely, or experience it personally.

"No, there are some things." The priest said, "I said, this is about you."

"About me?"

Fan Lin turned his eyes to Voldemort. Since it had nothing to do with Harry, the problem must be with Voldemort.

...

Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood. At least, Voldemort's steps were very slow. Maybe he has always been like this. He took big steps every time. It can be said that there is a trace of urgency in his heart.

The nights in Godric's Hollow have always been so quiet.

In fact, as a gathering place for half-wizards, Godric's Hollow has always had a more resounding name, Godric's Hollow.

The description of Godric's Hollow in "A History of Magic" by Bathilda Bagshot:

Among such half-wizard settlements, the most famous one may be Godric's Hollow. This southwestern village is the birthplace of the great wizard Godric Gryffindor and the place where the wizard goldsmith Bowman Wright forged the first Golden Snitch. The graves are full of the surnames of ancient wizard families, which is undoubtedly the reason why the chapel has been full of ghost stories for many centuries.

It can be said that the seclusion chosen by Dumbledore was not very safe from the beginning.

There are too many ancient families gathered here, although most of them are Gryffindor factions, but there will inevitably be some insiders among them.

If it were Fan Lin, Fan Lin would rather send the Potter family away from Britain, which is the best choice.

Or...

The creaking sound of the door opening broke the tranquility of the night.

This is not a complete gathering place for wizards. There are nearly one-third of Muggles here, for example.

"Dad..." Fan Lin exclaimed. He didn't quite understand why his father appeared here. He had never mentioned that his family lived here before.

At this time, Mr. Al seemed a little greener than he is now.

But Fanlin was not in the mood to know what Mr. Al looked like when he was young. It can be said that Voldemort was like a bomb, and he hated Muggles extremely.

"Winnie, what are you doing?" A soft female voice came from the house, not far from Harry's house. Fanlin's mind was blank. He vaguely knew something about him, which was very bad.

Fanlin felt unprecedentedly blank, and the brain block technique was completely ineffective at this moment. His face turned pale...

The priest did not speak, he just stood there silently.

"Dear, I just came out to take out the garbage. You know, our baby is about to be born. I don't want any dirty places in the house. We have to welcome him perfectly." Mr. Al turned around and said.

A soft oriental woman walked out of the house slowly, with a happy smile on her face.

Mr. Al gently kissed the woman on the face. His movements were very gentle, like touching fragile crystal. In his eyes, this was a supreme treasure.

"You know, we shouldn't come out at night." The woman said, responding to Mr. Al, and then she held her belly with her hand.

"He hasn't been born yet..."

"But I can't calm down." Mr. Al said excitedly, and the orange light spread along the door onto the lawn in the courtyard.

Fanlin felt his eyes moisten a little. His emotions were hidden in his heart, and were constantly expelled by the brain block technique, but the sadness filled his heart again and again.

Voldemort's steps were steady, but his speed was very fast. He walked barefoot on the cold street.

Fanlin just wanted to jump out and push his parents back into the house. Voldemort didn't want to cause trouble, and wizards always moved very quickly.

But Fanlin didn't have such an opportunity. As soon as he took a step, Voldemort turned a corner and then passed straight through his body.

It was like being pierced by a ghost that suddenly appeared countless times in Hogwarts, but now the ghost was himself, and he couldn't do anything.

Lin Qing, standing on the steps, seemed to have sensed something wrong. Even though she was pregnant, she never lost her sense of crisis, as if it was instinct.

"El, I think you should go in." Lin Qing said. She felt an extremely evil aura, just like the dark wizards she had met before, but this was stronger than ever before.

In fact, she regretted following Mr. El back to England at this moment.

She was a Chinese wizard, and when she came to England, she naturally had some contact with the British wizarding world...

"Dear, you have to be careful." Mr. El said, but Lin Qing stubbornly pulled Mr. El in.

"I'm sleepy, go make the bed, and there are some other things..."

"Okay, okay." Mr. El reached out and touched Lin Qing's hair, and he kissed it.

"I'll go and prepare for you, my princess." Mr. El said, he turned and walked in, and Lin Qing looked at Mr. El with a smile on his face. Then, she gently closed the door.

This sense of crisis lingered in her heart. She knew that there were many wizards here. No matter what, this was a matter between wizards. She had to do something, whether it was for the children or Mr. Al. (To be continued)