Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Dumbledore changed the subject and said: "The Potter family has lived in the Glen of Derek for a long, long time - starting from one of your ancestors."

Harry didn't know what Dumbledore was going to say, but Dumbledore had stopped and focused his gaze on a weathered tombstone.

Harry looked carefully, but the stone tablet was too weathered to see what was engraved on it, but there seemed to be a triangular mark underneath the almost unreadable name.

"This is... the symbol of the Wiccan Party?!" Harry looked at Dumbledore with some confusion: "Does this have anything to do with my ancestors?"

Dumbledore opened his mouth and took a deep breath.

"Harry, second grade...you haven't learned the content of the Wiccan Party yet. I remember it was seventh grade. After I started telling the history of modern magic..."

"I saw it myself." Harry said briefly. He had never forgotten Uncle Moon's words.

"Lake history as a mirror and learn from the past."

"That's it..." Dumbledore nodded, then looked at the tombstone and introduced: "It's a pity that you haven't read "The Tales of Beedle the Bard". This symbol was only used by Gellert for the Wiccan Party. symbol.

But earlier, he represented the Deathly Hallows. "

Harry understood a little better. He still knew about the Deathly Hallows. Then the fluorescent light came closer to the tombstone, and Harry could barely see the name on the tombstone.

"Ig—Ignotus Peverell!"

"You and Voldemort are the only remaining blood of the Peverell family," Dumbledore said.

Harry was a little uninterested. He didn't think it was anything. He just stood up and nodded: "The wizarding world is not that big. Maybe Professor, you and I are also related by blood."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, it is indeed possible."

Then he took Harry a little further forward.

Soon, two white marble tombstones came into view.

There is some moss on the tombstone on the left, while the tombstone on the right is extremely clean.

"This" Harry was silent for a moment,

Dumbledore's figure stopped here, and Harry knelt down and saw the inscription clearly.

"James Potter

Born on March 27, 1960

Died on October 31, 1981"

"Lily Potter

Born on January 30, 1960

Died on October 31, 1981"

Below the two, there is an inscription:

"The last enemy to be destroyed is death."

Does it mean to eliminate death and still live in spite of death?

Harry muttered, looking at the bottom of the tombstone. He knew that there was someone buried under it.

He took a deep breath and held it in his chest, his mind racing.

After a while, he let out a sigh of relief.

He touched the grass next to him, and flowers bloomed around the tombstones, surrounding the two tombstones.

After wiping away the tears from his eyes, he stood up and bowed deeply to the two tombstones.

"Want to go take a look at the old house?"

"Okay." Harry nodded and looked at his mother's tombstone again, the brand new tombstone.

Someone is cleaning it all the time.

After walking out of the narrow cemetery gate, soon, led by Dumbledore, they walked to a road on the east side of the village. Harry also saw a house at the end of the road.

The red loyalty curse has long since expired after the death of his parents. In the twelve years since Hagrid had carried Harry away from the ruins, the hedges had grown tangled and the rubble was buried waist-deep in the weeds. Most of the house was still standing, completely covered in dark ivy and snow, but the right side of the top room had been blown out.

It matches the scene in the dream filled with green light.

He stood in front of the door, and then stretched out a hand to hold the rusty iron door. He didn't want to open it, but just wanted to hold part of the house.

The next moment, seemingly prompted by his hand on the door, a wooden sign rose from the ground in front of them, emerging from the tangle of nettles and weeds like a rapidly growing flower.

The gold letters on the sign read:

October 31, 1981

Lily and James Potter died here

Their son Harry is the only one

A wizard who survived the killing curse. The house, invisible to Muggles, was left as is.

This ruin is used to commemorate the Potters.

and warned of the violence that tore their family apart.

Next to these neat handwritings, there are various inscriptions written by wizards who came to pay homage to the place where the "Boy Who Lived" escaped death. Some simply wrote their names in everlasting ink, some carved their initials on wooden plaques, and some wrote messages.

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

"Hopefully you read that, Harry, we're all rooting for you!"

"Long live Harry Potter."

"It looks like this has become an attraction," Harry said.

"In turbulent times, people need comfort. Even though Voldemort is alive and dead, the fear he left behind still lingers in that era - even now!"

"I understand, Professor." Harry smiled, pushed open the iron door, and walked into the garden.

A path, so abrupt among the nettles and weeds growing randomly.

"It seems someone else has come in." Harry said, stepping into it.

Dumbledore followed him without saying a word.

Opening the door, the old hinges creaked. Harry raised his hand, and fluorescent balls flew out one after another, illuminating one room after another.

He quietly looked at everything around him, the kitchen, living room, and bedroom.

He curiously picked up a lost broomstick. The broom had already lost its magic power and lay paralyzed in his hand.

As soon as he stood up, he saw a photo. He carefully wiped off the dust on it, and then looked at it intently.

In the photo, there is a picture of a little baby riding on a broomstick and turning the chandelier in the living room.

And a woman was standing under the chandelier, cautiously opening her hands, as if she was afraid that the baby would fall off the broom.

At the same time, the woman in the photo turned around, facing the photo—to be precise, facing the person who took the photo, and muttered something sulkily.

Yes, mom is a little angry.

But very beautiful.

Harry took the photo, found his position, and finally stood outside the entrance hall, facing the living room, and held up the photo.

He raised his other hand and the mini broomstick flew up. He wanted to move the broom under the chandelier in the living room.

Then, he shook his head suddenly.

The chandelier had already fallen down and hit the coffee table in the living room.

"It's boring." Harry put down the photo, and the broom he had just cast the magic on fell to the ground.

Then he put the photo away again.

But soon, he saw another photo.

But what was different from the past was that it was placed quietly on the cabinet without any dust.

"This..." Harry walked over.

That's my mother's picture.

The photo was protected by the frame, and the glass on the framed window looked at the gauge of dust.

It seems that... there is a person who once came here to remember and cry for her in the photo.

Harry turned and looked at Dumbledore.

"Professor, tell me...has Professor Snape been here?!"

"I don't know why you ask, but I don't know." Dumbledore shook his head.

"Okay." Harry nodded and continued shopping.

Soon, he discovered that most of the room had traces of recent visits.

But in that room - the room that Harry had seen countless times in his dreams.

There are no traces of later generations.

"Afraid of going in?" Harry muttered.

It wasn't until the sky got slightly bright that the two of them left the old house.

Standing on the village road, Dumbledore looked at Harry: "Are you going to live here in the future?"

"Ah" Harry thought for a moment. This was what he originally thought, but regardless of the damage here, this place seems to have been given a commemorative significance by many people, and it is no longer suitable for living here.

"This is not a good choice, right-"

Suddenly, Dumbledore stopped talking and noticed Harry's gaze.

Behind you, where the sun rises.

Dumbledore turned around and saw a dark shadow appearing in the golden morning sun.

"Professor!" Harry's voice sounded behind him.

"I don't know if that's pretentious or not," Harry said, looking at the meteors flying by.

"But I still want to say it, I still want to say it - because I really can't resist the attraction of this word to me!"

"You can say it boldly, Harry, you should have more confidence!" Dumbledore also laughed, and the morning sun made his beard and hair shine golden.

"Someone's here to take me home, Professor!"