Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

He had seen this thing in science fiction movies on TV when he was still at the Dursleys' house. The core of magic is science fiction?

He looked at the reactions of the people around him in shock, only to see Lupin ask doubtfully, "Could this be Muggle technology? But I have the impression that their display technology can't do this."

Sirius said proudly, "You don't understand this, do you? This is called a transparent display touch screen. Muggles don't have this technology yet, but it's made by referring to Muggle display technology and combining it with magic. You can operate directly on this piece of glass."

Harry asked curiously, "So what is this? Aren't we going out? Why are we here?"

Sirius quickly explained, "This is a one-way directional teleportation array. It can transport you to any corner of Britain, whether in the sky or underground. Just enter the three-dimensional positioning coordinates designed by the Muggles on this screen, including the longitude, latitude and altitude, and it will accurately transport us there. Do you need me to explain what three-dimensional coordinates are?"

Harry quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, I know this. The Muggle elementary school teacher said that at the time."

Lupin said puzzledly, "Isn't this just a Portkey? Why would you need a teleportation array? Even if Portkeys are monitored by the Ministry of Magic, I think with your abilities you should be able to create one without being discovered."

Douglas explained, "The limited use of the portkey is one problem, but the biggest problem is comfort. The transmission process is too uncomfortable...Okay, let's get started. Dobby, you will operate it. We just need to place our hands on the table around the monitor."

Lupin looked at Douglas in surprise and said with a smile, "Douglas, you are not going to faint because of the door key."

Although Harry didn't understand what they were saying, he thought it looked very impressive, so he quickly put his hand on the table that Douglas mentioned, and the others followed suit.

At this time, Dobby took out a small notebook from his pocket, looked at the words on the notebook, and stretched out his long fingers to type on the transparent screen.

Every time he entered a number, he muttered, "Near Godric's Hollow, 53.5 degrees north latitude, 3.0 degrees west longitude, 75 meters above sea level."

Harry looked sideways curiously and saw that the small notebook was densely filled with addresses and coordinates.

Just as he was wondering, he suddenly felt a magic sweeping across his body, followed by a flash of blue light in front of his eyes. He subconsciously closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in front of a small village covered in snow.

Because it was Christmas, they immediately saw a Christmas tree more than ten meters high in the center of the village, which was particularly spectacular. Perhaps because it was daytime, everything seemed a little dull.

Lupin sighed: "No wonder you created this teleportation array, it really doesn't feel like anything."

Then he looked at the village in front of him blankly, his eyes a little red.

Sirius' eyes were also red, and Douglas swore that he definitely heard Sirius sobbing.

Harry noticed that the people passing through the village didn't seem to notice their sudden appearance, and he thought they must be under some kind of Muggle Invisibility Charm.

He looked at Sirius curiously and asked, "Where is this place?"

But Sirius, who usually answered his questions, seemed not to hear his voice and remained silent.

Even Dobby, who was standing behind him, remained silent at this moment.

Douglas looked at the scene in front of him, sighed and introduced:

"This is Godric's Hollow..."

Harry repeated doubtfully, "Godric's Hollow? I've done this question before. It's the birthplace of Gryffindor Godric. What are we doing here? Are we going to look for the legendary Sword of Gryffindor?"

Speaking of this, Harry was even a little excited. He knew that this Christmas would not be a simple trip.

(According to Rowling's setting, Harry didn't know about Godric's Hollow in the first six books. He even mentioned it in the seventh book, so he flipped through it when he bought it. According to this reasoning, Harry should not be a child who loves reading, and he doesn't even pay attention to books outside of the textbooks. Therefore, there is no debate about Harry not knowing his parents' grave.)

As soon as these words were spoken, the three people and the elf around him looked at Harry with strange eyes at the same time.

This reaction made Harry realize that he might have said something wrong.

Sirius looked at Harry doubtfully, then turned to Douglas and asked, "You didn't tell him?"

Douglas's expression was particularly grim, and he said in a harsh tone, "These things are written in many books. I thought he knew."

Seeing that Harry still looked confused, Douglas suddenly wanted to kick Harry, the shameful guy.

Lupin explained quietly, "Godric's Hollow is not only the birthplace of Gryffindor Godric, but also the birthplace of Harry Potter."

After hearing this, Harry looked at everything in front of him in shock. His eyes gradually turned red and he muttered to himself: "This is where I was born and where my parents died? It was also my former home..."

Harry thought a lot at this moment. If Voldemort hadn't existed, he would have grown up in Godric's Hollow, spent every holiday there, invited friends to his house, and maybe even had younger brothers and sisters.

He could also ask his cousin to build a secret passage in his bedroom that would not be discovered by the Ministry of Magic, so that he could go to London to play at any time.

He could stand at the entrance of the village, wave to his cousin, godfather, and Uncle Remus, and loudly say welcome to my home...

Douglas looked at them and said softly, "Let's go."

Then we followed the path people had trampled through the snow and headed towards the center of the village.

They passed many houses along the way, and Harry didn't dare miss any of them. He looked at each house carefully, trying to see if he could remember anything, although he knew that this was probably impossible, as he was only one year old when he left.

I don't know if my former home still exists, and I don't know if my house will be preserved after the war...

Chapter 260 Memorial

With mixed feelings, Harry followed the three adults, only Dobby...

Only then did Harry realize that Dobby, who had been following him just now, was gone, but the footprints left on the snow showed that he was still there.

At this time, Dobby's voice came to Harry's ears: "Godric's Hollow is a place where wizards and Muggles live together. According to the Statute of Secrecy, our house-elves are not allowed to appear in front of Muggles."

Harry choked. This question hadn't been on the test yet, so he really didn't know. He'd thought Godric's Hollow was a gathering place for wizards, since it was the birthplace of Gryffindor, after all.

After turning a small alley, the central square came into view. In the center of the square stood a building resembling a war memorial, half-hidden behind a huge Christmas tree.

There are several shops, a post office, a bar and a small church around the square.

Sirius sighed and said, "It's really changed here. There used to be a small fountain in the square. James and I secretly modified the water spray device inside so that the water could dance to the music..."

The pub is still there, James and I used to go there often, tasting Muggle drinks and listening to Muggle music..."

Lupin seemed to be reminiscing and said, "It has changed a lot. I still remember you and James took me to this bar and encouraged me to chat up Muggle girls..."

Harry also looked at the bar and thought that if he lived here, he would definitely go to that bar.

Douglas looked at the two men strangely and asked, "Do you really not know what that monument is?"

Looking at the confused looks in the two men's eyes, Douglas understood that these two had never returned here since the war, and had not even read any subsequent reports about this place.

Sirius shook his head without interest and pointed across the square to a path leading out of the village. He said with a choked voice, "At the end of this path is James and Lily's home."

These words seemed to have taken up all his strength, and Douglas noticed that Sirius seemed to be retreating in his steps.

He sighed and walked towards the center of the square. Seeing this, the others hurriedly followed.

When they arrived right below the monument, the obelisk instantly transformed into a statue of three people: a man with messy hair and glasses, a woman with long hair, a beautiful and kind face, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms.

Harry took a few steps forward, staring at his parents' faces. He had never imagined there would be a statue of himself, a happy baby, without a scar on his head...

Sirius and Lupin, standing by, were already in tears. Dobby, who was hidden by the illusion spell, was so excited that he almost revealed his true form. Douglas silently strengthened the illusion spell on him.

Some people walked by the square and felt strange seeing these people dressed in black. After all, today is Christmas, and probably no one would choose to remember the dead today.

The Muggles speculated that they might be descendants of those who died in the war more than a decade ago. The wizards thought that these people were dressed too much like Muggles and would not be able to see the true appearance of the monument.

Douglas also looked at the statue, feeling a bit sad. Although everything was exactly as it should have happened in the original novel, he thought about what would have happened if this cousin he had never met had not sacrificed himself.

He would have a terrible time after entering the wizarding world, where even Muggle-born wizards would become slaves of pure-blood wizards. In that dark world, he didn't know if he could still live the wonderful life he had now.

Seeing that everyone had almost finished paying their respects, Douglas took out tissues and handed them to Lupin and Sirius, then walked towards the church without looking back.

Several people hurried to follow. Today was Christmas, and melodious singing could be heard from the church.

Harry's thoughts began to wander again. He thought about Hogwarts, wondering if he could make it to Christmas dinner tonight, and whether Ron's new owl would secretly tear his ten sets of papers into pieces...

He suddenly felt that Hogwarts was his real home, and this place was just a place of nostalgia.

With a creaking sound, Douglas pushed open the narrow door at the entrance to the cemetery. They walked around the church door and headed towards the back. Through the glass, Harry saw that it was very lively inside. He even noticed that there were two wizards mixed in with the Muggles, who were secretly casting magic to make singing surround the church.

Behind the church are rows of tombstones covered in snow.

Harry followed the adults, curiously examining the names on the tombstones they passed by. "Aibo, could he be Hannah's relative?"

Just as he was about to take a closer look, Douglas urged him, "Hurry up and catch up. That's not what you should be paying attention to."

Soon, under the leadership of Douglas, the group came to a tombstone made of white marble. The inscription on it was clear:

James Potter

Born on March 27, 1960

Died on October 31, 1981

Lily Potter

Born on March 30, 1960

Died on October 31, 1981

The last enemy to be eliminated is death.]

Harry read out the words slowly. He didn't understand what the last sentence meant, but that sentence was deeply engraved in his mind. As he read it, his tears suddenly welled up. The hot tears streaked across his cold face and itched.

But at this moment, Harry had no intention of wiping away the tears. He let them flow freely, tightly closed his lips, and looked down at the marble.

Hidden underneath were the remains of his parents. More than ten years had passed, and now only bones and soil were left. No matter how great and powerful a wizard was, after losing his life, he was no different from an ordinary Muggle.

He was able to stand here with strength at this moment because of their sacrifice, but he had never thought of coming here to see it in the past ten years. If it weren't for his cousin and the others bringing him here...

Douglas solemnly took out his wand, drew a circle in the air, and a yellow and white daisy wreath appeared on the tombstone.

Sirius hadn't known when he had knelt on the ground, mumbling something, tears streaming down his face.

Lupin's eyes were red, and he was trying hard to hold back his tears. He slowly squatted in front of the tombstone, took out a bottle of gin from his arms and opened it...

Dobby also took out a small cake he made and placed it in front of the tombstone, telling of the greatness of the two people...

Douglas felt the atmosphere around him was a bit depressing. He looked at the few people, wondering whether he should take out the resurrection stone and let them meet their old friends and his parents separately.

Ever since he brought back the Resurrection Stone that had been made into a Horcrux from the Gaunt ancestral home, he had spent a lot of time searching the system for a way to perfectly resolve Voldemort's remaining soul and the curse on the ring without damaging the Resurrection Stone.

But he kept the Resurrection Stone a secret, and he never even mentioned it to Dumbledore.

I am just worried that the people around me will be immersed in that false reunion.

There is no turning back for the dead in this world, unless they voluntarily stay between the two worlds, waiting for the one they miss.

He had once tried the resurrection stone, and he had seen his parents from this life, and his parents from his previous life. Apart from their obvious melancholy and sadness, they looked exactly like real people...

From that moment on, he understood that this was not a resurrection...

Chapter 261 Ruins

After the memorial service, Sirius and Lupin seemed to be in much better condition. So when they went to the Potters' house, Sirius took Harry and walked along the slippery cobblestone road leading to the outside of the village.

Harry looked around and saw that the end of the street was empty fields, but he noticed a dilapidated house, and when he felt Sirius's hand trembling as he pulled him, he confirmed that it was once his home.

Harry pulled his arm free from Sirius's and ran towards the house.

At this time, Douglas and the other two slowed down their pace and looked at Harry's stumbling back, feeling sad.

Douglas noticed Dobby trying to follow and said softly, "Go slower. Leave him alone for a while."

Sirius said in a daze, "The Fidelius Charm is no longer effective."

Douglas and Lupin understood what he meant, and without saying a word, they slowly walked towards the house.

Harry now stood at the place he once called home. Over a decade later, the hedges had grown tangled, waist-high weeds burying the rubble. Most of the house was still there, covered in dark ivy and snow. Harry imagined that if none of this had happened, he would be on Christmas break, trimming the ivy under his mother's urging and sweeping the snow off the roof with his father.

Looking at the destroyed right side of the top floor room, he guessed that it was probably the effect of the spell that rebounded that night. Although he didn't remember anything, he knew that it was he who rebounded the spell that defeated Voldemort and destroyed half of the house.

Harry stood at the doorway admiring the ruins. He looked at the houses on either side, trying to reconstruct in his mind what it must have looked like in its prime.

Douglas and the others came over, and Harry asked with a somewhat dejected look, "Why didn't anyone rebuild it? They all built a monument."

Sirius looked at the destroyed room, shook his head and said, "Perhaps it can't be rebuilt. The damage caused by the Dark Arts cannot be repaired."

Douglas shook his head and said, "It's not that it can't be repaired, but I guess they don't want to. On the one hand, it's because it was caused by Voldemort, and some people are still afraid of him. On the other hand, perhaps they think it should be restored by its owner himself. Harry, do you have confidence?"

Harry said excitedly, "Yes!"

Then he felt something was wrong. Did he have another homework assignment this Christmas? This house would not be easy to repair even with magic.

Douglas nodded in satisfaction and said, "It's good that you have confidence. Why are you still standing there? Are you planning to pass by your house without entering?"

Douglas kicked Harry in the butt in annoyance. Harry staggered and fell directly on the iron gate that was covered with snow and was badly rusted.

As his hand touched the iron gate, before he could remove it, he saw a wooden sign rising from the ground in front of them, emerging from the tangled nettles and weeds like some magical flower.

Written in gold letters on the sign was:

October 31, 1981

Lily and James Potter died here

Their son Harry is the only