[HP-DH] The second generation of the Big Four

The foothold of the Portkey was on a bare mountain top, and as far as the eye could see were rolling hills, with a few faint lights flickering in the thin night fog.The sky was as black as billowing clouds, with no stars to be seen.After confirming that no one was around, the four raised their wands: "Luminescence flashes!"

The faint starlight illuminates the small path in front of me. It seems that no one has been here for a long time, and the weeds on both sides of the path are growing wildly.They walked along the path, and along the way they could hear the chirping of crickets in the grass.

Ahead of the road cast a dark shadow, it was a strange house.The base of the house stands on a huge round stone, and the two ends of the eaves are raised high, like a strange bird swooping down.The surface of the boulder is covered with various weeds and vines, winding around the house like tentacles.

"Whose house is this," Ron whispered.

"I guess……"

"Yeah, what's this?" Harry's foot hit something hard.Draco beside him squatted down, the fluorescent light from the tip of his staff illuminated the thick grass under his feet, and there was a rusty iron stove under the cover of weeds, the vicissitudes of the shell and shape were full of the shadow of a long time ago .In fact, more than that, they soon discovered that dozens of such stoves had been discarded in the surrounding grasslands. In addition to different materials and shapes, some stoves still retained some animal bone residues.

"We're not at the ogre's place, are we?" Ron said worriedly.

"I really doubt how you graduated from Hogwarts." Draco cast a lazy look: "That's right, the poverty of the Weasley family can't afford the high tuition fees."

"Malfoy!" Ron whispered in warning.

"Quiet, Ron." Hermione cast a reproachful look, and Witch Hefa grasped the wand tightly in her hand. Following the light trail, they found that the lower end of the eaves was covered with dense copper bells, and on the wooden door was a Black hexagram array.

"I think I know where this is," said Hermione.Her voice was like a key to a pry mechanism. In an instant, the whole house seemed to wake up with thoughts. Hundreds of copper bells made melodious sounds. A stone ladder extended to their feet.

Everything is so logical yet abrupt, especially the rustling rhythm driven by the silent night wind.

"Are we going up?" Ron swallowed, and he saw several fist-sized spiders getting into the crack of the door. At this moment, the dew-heavy mountain top became colder.

At this moment, an old, skinny hand appeared out of nowhere and stretched out towards them, but was forced to stop when it was about to touch Harry's shoulder, and four powerful wands greeted the owner of that hand.

The flow of magic power buzzed, and the four of them turned around reflexively, Draco's dangerous warning: "Who!"

His gray-blue eyes fixed on the uninvited guest in front of him, it was an old woman, she was wearing a gray coat, with a short and fat figure, and a fluffy wool hat.There are layers of gullies on her face, and her eyes are cloudy. Her hands are still stretched out there, with a kind smile on her face: "You are Harry Potter, come on, come on." Go get Harry.

All four took a step back on guard, still holding their wands, "You are..."

"Aren't you looking for us?" The old woman climbed the stone steps, she turned around, "Come in and talk, I'm a Mailer, Nicole Mailer's wife, come on, kids, come in, there's no outside Peaceful."

As she spoke, her withered hands gently covered the door.

Hermione has seen this magic circle in the book, it is the housekeeping skill of alchemists, in the era when alchemy was prevalent in the Middle Ages, almost every household would invite alchemists to set up magic circles in their own homes, only when they touched the breath of the family will be opened for him.And because of this formation, they believed in the identity of the old woman again.

They followed Mrs. Mailer into the cottage, which was different from all wizard houses. It could even be said that this house itself was "alive".When they entered, several dexterous mechanical birds took Mrs. Mailer's hat, and the tea set on the table moved spontaneously, making cups of hot tea.No one chanted spells, and everything in the house was done by magic circles.When they looked around, they could find that with the entry of Mrs. Mailer, the furnaces around the house began to operate, steaming, and dozens of mechanical birds were busy shuttling back and forth in the room. After a while, the whole room was covered by these The little ones were overwhelmed by the heat.

They were invited to sit down on the sofa. The steam from the tea filled the room with mist, but the faint fragrance couldn't cover up the musty smell.Harry looked across at Mrs Mailer, her eyes, clouded by cataracts, sunken deep in the almost transparent, wrinkled skin, her whole face showing the veins and Tan age spots.

Harry smelled the smell of spoiled food again, "Hi Ma'am, where is Mr. Mailer?"

"You said Nico... Nico..." Mrs. Mailer seemed to be struggling.

"Is Mr. Mailer home?" Hermione asked again patiently.

"He..." Mrs. Mailer looked more strenuous, her eyes were clouded, and her spirit was in a trance.

The four exchanged glances with each other.

"Ma'am." At this time, a stooped middle-aged woman came out of the shadows. She claimed to be a Squib adopted by the Mailers. She explained to Harry and the others: "Mr. Without Mr. Mailer, the magician, the body will lose money, and madam, she seems to gradually forget everything." The woman said, wiping her eyes, "Now the husband is sick in bed, and the madam is getting more and more unconscious. gone."

Harry hesitated, not quite believing her words.At this time, Mrs. Mailer also came to her senses. She shook her head sadly, "Little Camellia, am I sick again?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"It seems that it's almost time to go." She said to herself.After being silent for a while, she suddenly said: "You shouldn't have come, Nicole and I..." She shook her head, tears flashed in her cloudy eyes, "I'll take you to meet him, my poor Nicole But, he may have to leave before me."

Mrs. Mailer seemed very sad, she slowly stood up from the sofa holding her adoptive daughter's hand.After a short distance, she was bumped and bumped by her walking, and staggered with a heavy body, all the way to the stairs in the back room.

"It's time to take you to him," said Mrs. Mailer.The walls of the corridor are covered with photos of the Mellors. In order of time, they will leave a group photo of the two of them on the wall every year.From young to old, just from the perspective of hundreds of years, the years are actually not harsh on the two of them.Harry remembered Dumbledore saying that the Mailers were ready to return safely after they decided to destroy the Philosopher's Stone, and judging from the photos, the famous alchemist couple were indeed very peaceful.The only strange thing was Mrs. Mailer. Harry was sure that she was the real Mailer, but ever since the adopted daughter appeared, an indescribable strangeness shrouded his heart.

Before he had time to think about it, they arrived at Nico Mellor's room very soon.Although I have seen photos of this master in various historical books, I never expected such a scene - the room of the Mellors was cleaned very clean, and the light-colored tones made people look Very comfortable.The round wooden windows are hung with gauze-like curtains, and the few pots of small flowers on the window sill can be seen from the owner's careful care.There are not many furnishings in the room, except for a few cabinets, a guitar and a drawing board, there is a wooden four-corner bed, which is placed in the middle of the room, and the white curtains hang down smoothly.On the curtain, tiny magical fluctuations are dotted with starlight, shining brightly.On the cabinet next to the big bed, an exquisite teacup is steaming, and next to the cup is the daily Prophet of yesterday, which is still the news that Morgan Le Fay was elected as the deputy minister. Nicole Mellor's square bronze glasses.

It all seemed like an ordinary day for the Mailers for hundreds of years, and if you hadn't overlooked Mr. Nicole Mailer's pale face and unmoving chest—you would really think it was just a sleep.

Lying there quietly.

But in fact, so caught off guard, the great alchemist had already left.

The author has something to say:

It turns out that there are still people waiting, I just wanted to finish posting silently.

I don't know if it will be updated tomorrow. The article will be finished within 30 words. If the fool is faster, it should be very fast.

Seeing so many lifetimes, I said silently, Merlin is on top, successfully cheating the corpse...