[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

The weather in the UK has always been cloudy and rainy, with constant cold rain, and the temperature is relatively cold. After autumn, it has already started to snow in Scotland.However, luckily, Halloween happened to be a cloudy day. Although it looks cloudy, it can also be called a suitable weather for travel. At least it will not disturb people who are looking forward to playing "Trickortreat" today. young people.

Harry, who apparated to Godric's Hollow with the Dark Lord, looked at the small village with some appraising eyes, and it was his first time visiting this place.This is a small community where Muggles and wizards live together. Although it is still early, the atmosphere of Halloween is already very strong. Muggle decorations and wizard decorations are mixed together, and the whole village is packed with joy.

"Godric's Hollow is the birthplace of Godric Gryffindor, and this village is named after him," the Dark Lord said introductoryly as he led the way for Harry. The sky turned into white mist, "Since the signing of the International Statute of Secrecy in [-], wizards have completely turned into hiding, and many wizard villages have naturally formed. Some wizards will choose to live with Muggles, Form a half-wizard settlement, and Godric's Hollow is such a half-wizard settlement."

"Aren't they afraid of being discovered by Muggles?" Harry lowered his head, playing with the wrapped white lily in his hand, "I mean, according to the requirements of the International Statute of Secrecy, many things have to be kept secret from Muggles. Wouldn't it be troublesome to live in the state?"

"I think it's more troublesome," said the Dark Lord. "You have to cast the Confusion Charm on a lot of things, and you have to be careful when you go out..."

They passed by a stupid jack-o-lantern, but as soon as they walked in, as if something was triggered, the jack-o-lantern grinned at them, "Like this, only wizards see magic items." motion, and if it's a Muggle, he'll just see a decorative jack-o'-lantern that doesn't move."

Harry said "Oh".The Dark Lord took him close to the seemingly immobile statues of the Headless Horseman, bats, ghost lights, ghosts, black cats, and goblins, witches, ghosts, and all kinds of strange decorations in Muggle fantasy , they each have their own different performances when they get close.

"Relax." He led Harry to watch so many interesting things, but Harry still had a serious expression on his face. The slightly helpless Dark Lord simply stopped and pointed out his purpose directly, "Harry, you It's so tense, I just want you to relax a little bit."

Harry was very grateful for this kind of thoughtfulness. To his surprise, after the formalization of the relationship, the Dark Lord was like a qualified lover—at least, more qualified than Harry imagined—as considerate and caring, Take the initiative to consider many things for him.For example, paying homage to his parents this time, if the Dark Lord hadn't mentioned it, Harry would never have thought of doing this.

How could he not be nervous?

To be honest, he had known about his parents' death for so long that he never thought of visiting them.After so many years, after he had grown from a needy baby to an independent teenager, he finally remembered to visit the parents who died protecting his young self.Haven't visited them for so long, will they feel disappointed?

"...Will they be disappointed?" Harry murmured carelessly.

"What disappointment?" The Dark Lord asked sharply, "What are you worried about?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, and chose to tell the truth: "I...I never thought of coming to worship my parents, obviously they died for me, obviously I miss them so much, obviously I know their cemetery is here... I just, I just don't have this idea, am I..."

Harry's words froze, and thoughts of guilt swirled in his mind.Doesn't he love his parents as much as he imagined?Will he disappoint his parents?And his choice, the choice he made independently against the wishes of so many people... He didn't know if his parents would approve of him doing that...

"Of course not, it's not your fault. It's just that none of the elders took you to do this before, and you didn't have this awareness when you grew up alone." The Dark Lord stopped in his tracks and replied gently, "All Customs are passed on slowly only after the elders teach them hand in hand, you just didn't know you should do this."

Yes, sometimes, without the guidance of elders, even if you read about this custom from a book, you don’t take it too seriously. You have to watch others do it with your own eyes before you suddenly realize that you should do it.People are social animals, and parents and elders are the best way to lead a person into the society. A person will always suffer a lot when he fumbles forward.

When he was young, the director of the orphanage told him the cause and date of his mother's death, and even his mother was buried with the help of the director of the orphanage at that time.After he was able to move, the director of the orphanage also took him to worship his mother and taught him the custom of worshiping his parents.But then... Later his weirdness was exposed more and more.The uncontrollable magic power always brings some strange phenomena. He was squeezed out as a monster, isolated, and punished, and no one would lead him to do so again.

And later, when he fully understood his life experience, he no longer had any expectations for his parents, and he never did anything like worshiping his parents.

The Dark Lord knew how orphans would fantasize about their parents, just like he did when he was a child, drawing the image of his parents over and over again, telling himself that his father and mother were the greatest people in the world, and guessing their image: The mother who died in order to give birth to herself is weak, but she must be gentle and beautiful; the father must be powerful and omnipotent, with the pure blood of Slytherin...

The reality slapped myself hard, telling myself that all the fantasies in the past were false.

But Harry was different.

Harry's parents had died protecting their children - arguably one of the greatest things in the world.Death would beautify the image of all, let alone death for such a great cause.Their image will be slowly sublimated in the memories over and over again, and finally only the advantages will remain.

Seeing Harry was like seeing his past self, meeting Harry's expectations was like meeting his past self's expectations.As an orphan back then, he looked forward to a pair of perfect parents, but now, he hopes to see this expectation fulfilled in Harry...

"They will be happy to see you, Harry," the Dark Lord patted Harry on the back reassuringly with tenderness and anticipation in his crimson eyes, and said to Harry affectionately, "Maybe You really didn’t do well enough before, so you can make up for it later. If you feel guilty, we will come to see them once every year at this time, okay?”

Harry tilted his head slightly, and looked at the Dark Lord. Words and demeanor had magical powers, able to convey the most subtle emotions.Harry felt strangely that his heart had really calmed down. Although he still had pain in his heart, he no longer worried about his own faults, but turned all negative emotions into thoughts of his parents.Harry replied solemnly, "Okay."

"Let's go, let's go directly to the cemetery," the Dark Lord smiled slightly, and replied solemnly for his boy, "I wanted to show you some commemorative places first, but—I think, maybe we should go directly to the cemetery." Cemetery, send our blessings first."

So they bypassed the church together, pushed open the narrow gate at the entrance of the cemetery, and entered the cemetery in Godric's Hollow.Rows of tombstones stand in the cemetery, old and new tombstones interlaced, and the various styles and inscriptions are dazzling.Harry almost felt at a loss, which one was his parents' tombstone?

He couldn't help but began to hate his lack of preparation again. For so long, he didn't even know where his parents' tombstones were.However, just as this emotion surged, he thought of the words of the Dark Lord to comfort him—maybe I did not do well enough before, but in the future, I will make up for it slowly...

The Dark Lord noticed Harry's embarrassment and turned to him, "Come with me. I've been here with Severus, and he laid flowers for your mother."

Harry followed the Dark Lord around the tombstones familiarly, and finally stopped in front of a white marble tombstone.The Dark Lord turned his head to look at Harry indicatively, and Harry held his breath.He felt a little unspeakable timidity, his legs seemed to be filled with lead, but he still moved to the front of the tombstone, and saw the engraved inscriptions reflected on the tombstone, and there were still some sacrificial flowers in front of the tombstone.

James Potter Lily Potter

生于1960年3月27日生于1960年1月30日

卒于1981年10月31日卒于1981年10月31日

The last enemy to destroy is death

Thelast hatshall bedestroyeddisdeath.

Harry knelt in front of the tombstone, put down the white lily in his hand, and slowly brushed over the words on the tombstone.The grief that had been brewing in his heart suddenly burst out, and these words were telling him with certainty that his parents were gone.

As long as he can remember, he grew up in the parents of his uncle and aunt. It was a life full of cold violence, neglect and abuse for ten years.As much as uncle and aunt doted on cousin Dudley, they were so indifferent to him.He lived in a cupboard, kept company with spiders, had to do housework every day, never received any birthday presents, and was always scolded. The bedroom, uncle and aunt never said a word of seriousness to him.

Without contrast, the gap will not show.Can biological parents love their children so much?What about your own parents?When he was young, he often dreamed that his parents came back to life, or that a relative came to pick him up suddenly.But a dream is a dream after all, never realized.

Later he learned that his parents did not die in a car accident as his aunt said, but died to protect him.His mother is as beautiful, kind, warm and gentle as he imagined, and his father is as handsome, strong and strong as he imagined.They were smiling brightly at him in the magic photo, just like his most wonderful dream.

Harry closed his eyes, tears rolled down from his eyes, and fell drop by drop on the white lily in front of him, breaking into tiny drops, which made the lily more charming.

The author has something to say: Note: Foreigners usually put flowers when sweeping graves. There is a joke:

A Chinese is sweeping the grave, and an Englishman next to him is also sweeping the grave.The Chinese worship with steamed buns, fruits, etc., while the British worship with flowers.The British asked the Chinese: When did your ancestors come out to eat?The Chinese answer: When your ancestors came out to admire the flowers.

In short, the customs of different places are not the same, Chinese people put food, foreigners put flowers, and now there is a trend of blending customs.