Chapter 1806 Quarrel

At this moment, a wooden sign rose from the ground. It emerged from a tangle of nettles and weeds like some strange, rapidly growing flower. Gold letters on the plaque read:

On October 31, 1981, Lily and James Potter died here. Their son Harry is the only wizard who survived the Killing Curse. The house, invisible to Muggles, was preserved as a ruin to honor the Potters and serve as a reminder of the violence that tore their family apart.

Next to these neat handwriting, there are various inscriptions. Written by wizards who had come to see the place where the Boy Who Lived had escaped. Some wrote their names in indelible ink, some carved their initials on wooden plaques, and some wrote messages.

"Good luck, Harry Potter, wherever you are."

"Long live Potter! Long live peace!"

"The damage caused by the Dark Lord should never be forgotten. May there be no wars."

There are also some graffiti that should be more recent, and they shine on the top, but the content is not so pleasant.

"You-Know-Who's back, my God! Harry Potter, where are you?"

"My loved ones have been killed, destroy it."

"The minions of the Dark Lord broke into the village, they are arresting people, we have to fight."

"I'm scared, what should I do?"

...

"The situation looks bad!" Hermione frowned. "They have come here to arrest people, even in such a remote place as Godric's Hollow... I hope our speculation about the evil god is not real."

After Dumbledore and Ivan left, Hermione, Harry and others were among the few wizards who had a clear understanding of the evil existence of the evil god, knowing that once Voldemort became the evil god, the result would be.

He must be stopped as soon as possible, otherwise once the situation deteriorates, it will be irreversible.

"We can't wait any longer to get to Hogwarts as soon as possible," said Harry.

The graffiti on the wooden board is messy, and it can be seen that many people pin their hopes on him, hoping that he can defeat Voldemort!

This responsibility was so heavy that Harry almost suffocated him. He didn't know if he could do it. Now, Dumbledore was gone, Ivan was gone, and he was the only one left. He could really defeat what had become by himself. A stronger Voldemort?

How many people would die if Voldemort were to become the evil god? What will they do then?

Harry had no idea at all, he just felt uncomfortable, and when Hermione asked him if he wanted to go in, he immediately refused.

Harry didn't have much of a memory of this place, and he wouldn't be happy even going in.

Tonight has been heavy enough, and it's time to put an end to it all.

unless......

There is a strong idea in Harry's mind. He wants to go to Bathilda Bagshot and ask her about Dumbledore's life and past, especially what happened to Dumbledore's letter to Grindelwald .

These things have been stuck in his heart, like a thorn in his throat, even more difficult to accept than his parents' tombstones. He must find out what kind of person Dumbledore is and how much he has hidden from himself. This is very important !

"Then let's go to the place where Mr. Lovegood found the ruins of the house elf home." Hermione continued, "I hope that the key to Hufflepuff's secret treasure is there, and it has not been discovered for nearly a thousand years." , there will definitely be magic protection in that place, and I don’t know if we can crack it smoothly, after all..."

"There's one more place I'd like to go before I go looking for the home of the house-elves," Harry couldn't help but say.

"Where are you going?" Hermione looked at him suspiciously. In the plan that the three of them had discussed before, there was no such itinerary.

Harry could imagine Hermione's objection, but he said it anyway.

"Go find Bathilda Bagshot, I want to know about Dumbledore!"

Sure enough, Hermione hesitated for a moment, and then immediately said, "Please, Harry, you don't really believe the books written by that woman Rita Skeeter, do you? We all know who she is, in order to make books It's a big seller, she made up a lot of content in it, what we know Dumbledore told her in the book..."

"It's not the same, yes, it's not the same, we just think we know Dumbledore." Harry said stubbornly, his voice getting louder and louder, "Can you imagine that he used to use force together with the dark wizard Grindelwald?" To conquer Muggles?"

"But he's changed, Harry, he's changed! It's as simple as that! Maybe he believed in these things when he was seventeen and wanted to use the Deathly Hallows to rule Muggles, but then he fought the Dark Arts all his life It was Dumbledore who stopped Grindelwald, it was he who always supported the protection of the rights and interests of Muggles and Muggle-borns, it was he who resisted the mysterious man, it was he who helped Ivan fight against evil gods, and even gave up his life. It's the Dumbledore we know."

After a long silence, Hermione stared closely at Harry, seeming to read his thoughts, she said wisely, "Harry, I'm sorry, I think the real reason you are so angry now is not because you don't know Dumbledore Who is it, but he never told you this himself."

"Maybe!" bellowed Harry, "but look what he wants me to do, risk his life, over and over again, and never explain it all to me, never let me know the truth, just let me take the risk I don't even know what the hell he's thinking because it doesn't matter, not at all."

"He loves you, Harry!" whispered Hermione. "We both know he loves you."

"I don't know who he loves, but it's definitely not me," Harry said aloud. more than you can tell me."

Harry's voice changed with excitement, and he looked at Hermione with a strange feeling. He suddenly felt that they were as insignificant as insects under the vast sky, and they had been at the mercy of Dumbledore all the time. They were just a pawn he used to fight Voldemort, ignorant and fearless.

In the distance, Sirius and Dobby heard his shout and were walking quickly.

Hermione and Harry looked at each other, and suddenly couldn't help crying. She had been trying not to cry just now, but now she was crying so sadly.

"Think about Ivan, Harry, think about Ivan, he may never come again, why would he do this?" These words seemed to consume all of Hermione's strength, "Dumbledore may not have told All of us, but it doesn't mean that what we did was wrong. We are now going to stop Voldemort, stop him from becoming an evil god, and save more people. This is not for Dumbledore, but for ourselves."