The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

Chapter 245 A chance encounter in the cemetery (3)

"Are you looking for a beating?" Anthony glared at him.

"Okay, let's set off quickly!" Harry urged. When he fell from the sky, he had already seen the small town in the valley in the distance. This is located in the small town, which is still some distance away. We can't waste time rushing on the road. Who can be sure that Voldemort will not leave in the next second.

With his heart pounding, he couldn't wait to run towards the valley.

Seeing this, Anthony and Ron stopped arguing and ran out with Harry.

In the woods, the three of them walked very quickly.Because there was snow under their feet.It's ten inches thick.Every step was difficult.

Anthony used magic to wipe away the footprints along the way.

After all, there is no one here, and the clear footprints along the way are too eye-catching.

"Did you hear anything?" Suddenly Anthony frowned and subconsciously looked towards the sky.

But there were huge firs all around, and he could only see a corner of the sky.

"What's wrong?" Ron responded immediately.

It was too quiet around him, and he was always in a state of mental stress.

"I really thought I heard someone screaming - maybe I heard it wrong."

Anthony shook his head, not paying attention, but continued walking forward.

The town was right in front of him, maybe some sound made him mistake it for a scream!

"Really?" Ron was still staring at the surrounding woods suspiciously.The quiet forest reminded him of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. There wouldn't be Acromantulas here too!

His throat was rolling up and down with lingering fear.

Then followed closely behind Harry.

The three of them continued walking for about ten minutes, and the snow around their feet finally showed signs of being cleared.A path appeared in front of several people.

"Are we going in like this?" Ron asked uncertainly while hiding in the alley at the end of the road.

"Will it be too obvious?"

"It's a little obvious," Anthony said.

"We can put on the invisibility cloak," Harry suggested.

"Do you still think we are in the first grade? We are not tall? Now the three of us are wearing the invisibility cloak and our feet are absolutely exposed!" Anthony rolled his eyes at Harry.

Then he stretched out his wand and cast the Disillusionment Curse on them.

"You can use polyjuice potion, but - it's too wasteful. Let's use magic!" he said.

Harry's mastery of the Disillusionment Curse is also good, but the effect is not as long-lasting as Anthony's spell. As for Ron...

He can only change his upper body now.

"Polyjuice Potion, the one Hermione talks about all day?" The magic slowly traveled through Ron's body.Soon he changed from a silly young man to a cute sweet girl wearing a beige sweater, a white scarf, white suspenders, and a thick cotton coat.

"She had to practice. In the end, I came up with the ingredients, and of course the result belongs to me." Then Anthony cast a spell on Harry, which looked similar to Ron's, but the sweater turned white and the suspenders turned blue. jeans.Wearing a brown windbreaker and a pair of high boots.

Where is the thick-browed Royal Sister of Chi Guoguo!

"It's your fault, Anthony," Harry said.

Then he realized that his voice was a little strange.

"Yeah! The mature black-haired beauty sister and the red-haired sweet girl sister, the Gryffindor sisters! How suitable."

As he spoke, Anthony also cast the Disillusionment Curse on himself, but his was much more normal and directly blocked Neville's account.

"Hey! Why did you become Neville? The two of us are going to be girls!" Roen vented her anger at him with dissatisfaction, muttering her mouth and tilting her head slightly, which was so cute.

"How about you try the mature route?"

"That's not what I said!"

"Okay, this is a good disguise. At least Tom won't guess that we have turned into girls." The black-haired sister Harley said, and the red-haired sister Rowan dared to disagree.

Two votes to one.After Ron's protest was fruitless, the three of them just walked out of the alley.

Walking on the streets of the town, there is a light blue sky overhead, reflecting the morning sun. Some houses stand on both sides of the narrow lanes, with Christmas decorations shining in the windows.Not far ahead, the golden street lights have not been extinguished. They are still on at more than six o'clock in the winter morning, showing that this is the center of the village.

The cold air felt like needles pricking their cheeks, and Luo En couldn't help but rub her hands and cover her cheeks.

She looks a bit like Ginny.

But what to say.

Ginny is not as cute as Ron is now, well - this is really a sad thing.

As for the other one, Harley has been looking at the surrounding houses ever since she walked into the street. For him, any house here may be where his parents once lived.

She looked at the snowy front doors, roofs, and porches and asked herself if she could remember anything.

Although I knew deep down in my heart that this was impossible, I left here permanently when I was just over a year old.He didn't even know if he could see the house again, and he didn't know what would happen after the person who had been cast by the Loyalty Charm died.

As they continued walking, the alley turned left, and the center of the village, a small square, appeared in front of them.

There is a war monument-like building in the center of the square, half hidden behind a Christmas tree in the wind, with colored lights hung around it.There are several shops, a post office, and a bar.

oh!There is also a small church with stained glass windows that shine like jewels across the square.

The snow here is compacted.

The place where people stepped on it all day was hard and slippery.

Villagers mingled in front of them, snippets of laughter and pop music could be heard as the bar door opened and closed, and carols were heard singing in the chapel.

"Christmas~" Anthony said inexplicably.

This feeling is like the Spring Festival in his previous life. If in normal times, the emotion of missing can be suppressed by other things, then on this day, it absolutely cannot be suppressed, and people will only be more sad.

He looked at Harley and saw a sudden tremor in her. It was not excitement, but more like fear.

It was getting closer and closer, she was expecting it to be getting closer, which actually made Harley a little scared.

Seven or eight thoughts were rising crazily in his head.

What if that person’s soul is not his mother?

What if everything is her delusion?

What if, as Anthony said, this was Voldemort's conspiracy?

The more he thought about it, the more hesitant he became, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. Finally, Harley stopped.

"Hey! We're here, don't tell me you don't want to see your mother?" Anthony felt Harley's hesitation. He patted Harley on the shoulder, then stretched out his arm to hug her and move forward.

As they approached the square, the monument in the center of the square suddenly changed. It was no longer an obelisk with names engraved on it, but turned into statues of three people.

A man with disheveled hair and glasses, a woman with long hair and a beautiful and kind appearance, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms.

Snowflakes fell on the heads of the three of them, like fluffy white velvet hats.

Harry walked closer and stared blankly at his parents' faces.

She had never imagined that there would be a sculpture, and she also noticed that the stone carving of him had no scar on his forehead.

The three of them stayed in the square for a long time.

Harry waited until he had enough admiration before slowly leaving. The moment they left, the statue turned into a war memorial again.

As we approach the church, the Christmas songs get louder and louder.

In the church, dozens of Muggles were gathering together, holding Bibles in their hands and singing hymns.

This scene reminded the three little wizards of Peeves, who would break into the auditorium every year at the Christmas party and sing his adapted Christmas songs.

Then before he pushed it in front of the twelve Christmas trees in the auditorium, the little wizards worked together to drive him away.

Originally this would be a scene to be performed tonight, but unexpectedly, this small church aroused their nostalgia.

Behind the church is the cemetery.

Passing through a narrow door, the three of them walked in with heavy expressions.

In the early morning, there were many people in the cemetery. Most of them were residents of the small town, coming to pay homage to their departed relatives.

Rows of snow-covered tombstones stand on the light blue silver carpet, dotted with dazzling red, gold and green light spots, which are the projection of stained glass on the snow.

Harry held his wand in his pocket and walked towards the nearest tombstone.

There might be Death Eaters around, and they had to be careful.

Walking past many tombstones along the way, Anthony and Harry Ron saw many familiar names: Amber, Dumbledore, Ignotus, those well-known wizarding families, all of whom are sleeping here.

Finally they stopped in front of a white marble.

Harry didn't have to go very far to see the inscription on it.

James Potter, Lily Potter.

"Sir, please give way."

Standing in front of the white marble tombstone was this slender man. His back was to Harry and the three of them. When he heard the voice behind him, he looked back.

"Mr. Lombard?"

"Huh?" Anthony broke into a cold sweat and said intermittently: "What a coincidence! Professor Snape!"

"You." Snape's gloomy eyes did not change at all. He could probably guess that the person in front of him was definitely not the Neville Lombard who was afraid of him.

"Why did you come here? Lombard?"

"I--I have a relative, sir, buried nearby." Anthony said to the scalp.

"Really? I don't remember anyone from the Lombard family living in Godric's Hollow." Snape's eyes became dangerous.

Especially when he turned his head and saw Harry, his whole body trembled slightly and his pupils contracted violently.

At this moment, not only the naughty child in the distance threw two snowballs towards them, one hit Snape's ankle, and the other hit Anthony's head.

"Who?"

He turned his head and was about to see the naughty little bastard.

As a result, at the entrance to the cemetery, a group of wizards in black robes directly stared into his eyes.

Anthony only glanced at it, and instantly, his heart was in his throat.