Early the next morning, the sky was not completely bright yet, and the dusky sky shrouded everything in its shadow.
In Godric Valley, some houses stood on both sides of the narrow alley, and some of the lazy people's Christmas decorations in the windows were still shining. Not far ahead, the golden street lights that had not yet been extinguished showed that it was the center of the village. In the center of the village, there were several shops, a post office, a bar, and a small church. According to The History of Magic, the graveyard outside the church was engraved with the names of the old wizard families, and the church here had been haunted by ghost stories for many centuries.
Godric Valley was named after Godric Gryffindor was born here. In the Middle Ages, Bowman Wright created the first Golden Snitch here, and it was also the final resting place of at least one member of the Peveril family.
Many famous wizard families had lived in Godric Valley. Before Albus Dumbledore's sister, Arianna, was killed, the Dumbledore family and the author of The History of Magic, Barhida Barsaud, who was also Gatler Grindelwald's great-aunt, all lived in this village.
Among all the wizards who had lived here, Harry Potter was probably the most famous one, because when he was still a baby, he survived the Killing Curse of the Lord Voldemort and made the Black Devil lose his power for the first time. From then on, Harry Potter became known as "the boy who survived the disaster", and the village became famous again because of this.
Outside a three-story house with a rather desolate garden due to the season, the ground was frozen by a layer of black frost. Allen and Hermione walked along a stone path with gooseberry trees on both sides and walked to a door.
Allen knocked on the door knocker on the oak door, and soon footsteps were heard. The door creaked open, and a young woman with a rather voluptuous figure looked at them.
"Hello, Mrs. Olivo Avery …"
"Miss Hermione Granger, Mr. Allen Harris, please come in, Pluto will be very happy to know that you are here."
Before Alan could finish his introduction, Olivo Avery recognized Hermione and invited her into the house. Olivo Avery managed to cover up her sadness with the courtesy she maintained. She looked at Hermione with a complicated expression, but also with a hint of relief. Hermione was the Muggle-born little witch that her husband, Pluto Mulsby, had risked his own life to save.
The corner of Olivo's lips curled up bitterly as a tear rolled down her cheek. She turned around and muttered softly, "Pluto would be happy to see you safe and sound, Miss Granger …"
A dexterous robot took Hermione's coat and hung it on the hanger. Olivo turned her back and let the two into the room with red eyes. The decorations and furnishings in the room showed that they were living a good life. It was very cold, and although there were coal and wood burning in the fireplace, it was not burning vigorously. A cradle with a baby in pink clothes was not far away from the fire.
The dexterous robot wanted to make tea for the guests after hanging up the coat, but Olivo stopped it and wanted to let the dexterous robot take care of the cradle instead. However, just when Olivo was about to get the teapot ready, the baby in the cradle began to cry as it was not familiar with the dexterous robot because it was usually taken care of by its mother.
Olivo did not care about anything else and hurriedly picked up the baby and gently rocked it. In its mother's arms, the baby gradually stopped crying, and its little hands clutched its mother's clothes tightly, occasionally sobbing.
"I'm sorry, there are only two of us in the house now." Olivo's eyes were red, and her brown hair was messy as if it had not been combed. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her face was haggard.
"Mrs. Avery, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. If Pluto did not save me, he would not have … left you." The corners of Hermione's mouth couldn't help but droop. Her eyes instantly glistened. "He and Pu Pai weren't even on duty … I didn't even get to say a word of thanks to him."
Olivo hugged the baby in her arms tightly and leaned against the wall. She stubbornly made her voice sound more proud of her husband. "Protecting others is Pluto's duty as an Aura. I believe that even if it wasn't for Miss Granger, I believe that he would have stood up. Miss Granger, you don't have to feel guilty. "
"Mrs. Avery, I want … I want to invite you to work in the Umbrella Corporation." Hermione took a step forward and leaned forward slightly to get closer to Olivo. She was afraid that Olivo would reject her, so she held Olivo's arm. "Please don't misunderstand, Mrs. Avery. You got seven O's. This is not compensation. I wonder if I can have the honor to work with you?"
"Thank you, Miss Granger. The Umbrella Corporation has great prospects and good employee benefits. I've heard about it for a long time. However, my family also runs a plantation business. As the only heir, I have to shoulder the responsibility that belongs to me." Olivo politely rejected Hermione's compensation method. As one of the Holy 28 Families, although the Avery family had declined a little due to some of its members following the mysterious person, Olivo did not worry too much about money since she was born. Even without the material compensation from the Ministry of Magic, her and her child's quality of life would not decline. She did not intend to go out to work. Instead, she wanted to spend as much energy as possible on educating her and Pluto's child.
"Mrs. Avery, did Pluto leave a portrait of himself?" Allen, who was silent beside her, asked softly. For wizards, except for the portraits of famous people, which were instilled with the personality of the painter, most of the private portraits were kept by the wizards themselves. In the private process, they would transfer their own memories and thoughts to the portrait. This kind of portrait would usually be kept in the cabinet and would not be taken out until the owner died.
"Yes, on the first day he became an Aura, he prepared a portrait of himself." Olivo gently patted the baby and led Allen and the rest into her bedroom.
On the wall opposite the bed, there was a portrait of Pluto in the H94 uniform. When Pluto saw them in the portrait, he immediately stood up from the chair and tried to squeeze out a smile on his naturally ferocious face. "Miss Granger, Master Harris, thank you for coming to see Olivo."
"Pluto, I'm sorry." Hermione looked at Pluto in the portrait, and the guilt in her eyes seemed to burn her like a flame. Hermione turned her face and saw a man's clothes on the bed. The clothes were stuffed as if a person was lying there.
Noticing Hermione's gaze, Olivo said uncomfortably, "I can't sleep at night. It's as if Pluto is still with me."
Hermione had always been eloquent, but at this moment, she was completely speechless.
However, as Allen took out the soul, Olivo's eyes were instantly attracted by Pluto's face that flashed across the gem.
"Pluto is in there?" She could no longer keep her voice steady, and her brown curly hair hung loosely on her neck.
"Yes, the devil made Pluto into a soul gem. For some reason, it's safer for Pluto's soul to stay in the world than to go to the Kingdom of the Dead. I've asked for his opinion. Although he couldn't become a ghost, he's willing to stay in the mortal world to accompany you." Allen opened his left palm, and the soul gem floated quietly on his palm. Allen opened his right hand and made a grabbing motion. Above the soul gem, a trace of soul energy was slowly extracted from the damaged soul gem. As Allen gently guided the energy, it slowly moved up from his palm and into the portrait on the wall.
After leaving the soul gem, Pluto, who was in the portrait, was stunned for a moment. Then, he was awakened by Olivo's forbearing and sorrowful sobs. He faced his palm outside the portrait and said, "Olivo, I'm back."
The soul gem in Allen's hand had turned into powder. Although Pluto in the portrait could communicate and think, he did not have a soul. Now, Pluto in the portrait was truly by Olivo's side.
Seeing Pluto's action, Olivo could no longer restrain herself and burst into tears. She stroked Pluto's cheek in the portrait and cried sadly as she leaned on the portrait. Pluto's eyes drooped, but his outstretched hands could not hug his wife. He gradually closed his fingers and turned to Allen and Hermione. "Young master, thank you for letting me be by Olivo's side … How's the situation with the Universal Faction?"
"Pluto, we'll remember everything you've done for Hermione. I'll do the same for the Universal Faction. In addition, I'll draw a few more portraits. For example, I'll let Miss Rosmerta hang them in the Three Brooms Tavern. You can meet there when you're free …" Allen looked at the baby in Olivo's arms. The baby seemed to have sensed her father's return. She opened her toothless mouth and smiled happily, waving her little arms and legs. Allen promised, "What a cute baby. When she grows up, I'll personally teach her magic."
Olivo finally stopped crying, but because she was too sad, her emotions had not completely calmed down. When she spoke, she was still sobbing. When she heard Allen's words, she quickly thanked him.
For Olivo, the generous pension from the Ministry of Magic and the high position in the Umbrella Corporation were far less comforting than the portrait. Moreover, Allen Harris, who could drive the Mystery Man away, promised to personally teach the baby. Although Allen, as a professor at the Hogwarts, had taught many students, the promise here was obviously more like the more traditional apprenticeship system of the ancient wizards.
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