[HP] Crack

Day after day of hiding and hiding made them feel tired, and Harry felt that he was getting more and more tired, and he felt sleepy even when he opened his eyes.He flipped through the old newspapers he picked up from the street, and a certain desire that had been suppressed in his heart became stronger.He felt it was time to bring it up, so he picked a good time - the weather was fine, and they had a rare meal: Hermione brought cake and milk from the supermarket wearing an invisibility cloak, and stuffed them at the cashier when she left. some money.After the two had eaten and drank enough, Harry cleared his throat and said, "Hermione, I want to visit Godric's Hollow."

"Well, I think we should, Harry." Hermione looked up from a book.

Harry, who had thought of a bunch of reasons to persuade her, opened his mouth, but suddenly didn't know how to reply.Hermione handed him the book in her hand, which was "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" left by Dumbledore.Harry took a look and frowned: "I haven't learned runes, Hermione."

"It's not a rune, I've never seen that symbol on a alphabet," said Hermione, "it's drawn in ink, all over the place, Harry! It looks like an eye, which you had before Have you seen it?"

Harry leaned closer to the symbol she was pointing at. It looked like a triangular eye with a vertical line through the pupil.

"Isn't this the same as what Luna's father wears around his neck?" He thought for a while and said.

They had been to Bill and Fleur's wedding before they wandered out, and Luna's dad had worn a necklace exactly like this symbol at the party.

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

"Then this is Grindelwald's logo."

"what?"

Harry explained what Krum had said to him at the banquet, and Hermione's eyes widened in surprise.

"Grindelwald's logo? ... If it's about the Dark Arts, why is it in a children's storybook?"

"Yeah, it's weird."

Hermione said nothing more, continuing to study the strange sign, and Harry had to mention it again.

"Hermione, I've been thinking - I want to visit Godric's Hollow."

"Oh, Harry." Hermione put down the "Magic Alphabet" in her hand. "Yes, I think we should go. I think the sword of Gryffindor might be there."

"Ok?"

"Godric's Hollow is the hometown of Gryffindor, and this place is named after him," Harry said with a dazed look on his face, Hermione sighed, "Have you read A History of Magic, Harry?" ?”

"Oh, I might have seen it," he grinned, "I probably flipped through it when I first bought it in the first grade, just that one time, I think."

"Godric's Hollow, Godric Gryffindor, Gryffindor's sword, don't you think Dumbledore would want you to associate that?" She looked at him seriously and said.

"Oh yes……"

Harry didn't want to admit that he wasn't thinking of the sword when he suggested going to Godric's Hollow, and these days he chewed on the memories of the past over and over again, his heart was full and swollen, but after struggling from the memories, his chest felt like a hole. A big hole was opened, and all the illusory warmth burst like foam.He had only heard Sirius and Lupine describe his home, a place other than Hogwarts that belonged to him entirely, even if it had been destroyed, it was much better than the little house on Privet Drive.In addition, he had also heard at the wedding that Bathilda Bagshot, who lived there, was an old friend of Dumbledore's for many years, and perhaps she could slightly dispel his confusion and doubts about the old man during this period.

"Do you know Bathilda Bagshot?" he asked. "She lives in Godric's Hollow, too."

"You mean the author of A History of Magic?" Hermione blinked.

"Well, it should be. She and Dumbledore are friends."

"Oh, do you think Dumbledore will give her the sword for safekeeping?" Her eyes lit up.Harry hesitated for a moment. In fact, he felt that the possibility was not high. Aunt Muriel and the others said that Bathilda was already confused, and it would be too risky if Dumbledore entrusted the sword.But she was thinking the same as he was, and Harry refrained from making his own point, saying, "Yeah, there's a possibility. Shouldn't we go there?"

"We have to go. But we have to be fully prepared, we need to use the disillusionment spell, and we have to bring the compound potion, so we have to get some hair... Or do you think it's better for us to use the compound potion the whole time?" ?..." When a clear target appeared in front of her eyes, Hermione immediately became as excited as him, and actively planned their actions.Harry responded from time to time, agreeing to her proposal, but his mind wandered far away.

He was finally able to go home, to the place where he had been before he was a year old.He no longer remembered, the faces of his parents in the Mirror of Erised blurred in the mist, and the Dementors captured only their hurried steps and screams.That green light was so far away and never so close.If it wasn't for Voldemort, he would have grown up there, celebrated his 17th birthday with his parents, and he would have been no different than a normal wizarding kid...

"Potter."

"Normal people know that they should shut up at this time," he reluctantly emerged from his fantasy, and his good mood was swept away. "I thought you weren't so shameless yet."

"You're going to your house, aren't you?"

"Obviously! The place where you were buried, I heard that someone found your charred body there—" Before Harry could finish speaking, he felt pain in his brain as if pierced by a sharp cone, and bit his arm suddenly , bent down, shrugged his back, panting.Hermione gave him a strange look and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

"No—it's nothing." He breathed and replied, his voice was a bit strange.

Still looking at him suspiciously, Harry crawled back to his own bed with his head down, pressing his head into the pillow.The soft darkness he could touch made him feel better.

"Someone really found my charred body?" The man's dark voice hissed in his brain, Harry ignored him and put the pillow over his head.

"Answer me, Potter."

"Enough, I don't know! It's just someone saying that - or you could use it as a cover for me to scare you," growled Harry. You blow up the house by the way."

"Then it's a miracle you're still alive." His voice was cold.

"I think so too." Harry said sullenly, "I don't understand, you can conjure up a body casually, and you still care about that?"

"You do not care?"

Harry tried to think about the sight of his own body in the spotlight, and swallowed.

"I think it's fine," he said slowly. "If you're going to have to have a few people watching when you're buried, like your family and friends, I don't think it's a problem. If I meet someone like you—er, In an embarrassing situation, you can only consider yourself unlucky."

"Unlucky?" Voldemort snorted.

"I mean, I don't care what other people think, I've been told how I die, and I've heard it so much that I wouldn't be much better off alive. But I know the people I value will believe me , that's enough. I only care about what they think."

"For example, those people you always talk about in front of me?"

"Yes," Harry couldn't help showing a smile, "I know you must be bored."

"How can you be sure that they will believe it?" the man whispered. "How can you be sure that they are wiser than the general public and will not be deceived by rumors?"

"It's not about intelligence. It's about trust between friends who know who I am."

Voldemort was silent for a moment.Harry seemed to hear the sand-like breathing in his brain.

"You trust them so much, but they may betray you."

Harry frowned. The words sounded like they were trying to make a difference, but they lacked force.Suddenly realizing something, he asked, "Are you talking about the Death Eaters who betrayed you?"

Voldemort didn't answer.