The international students left Hogwarts in the first heavy snowfall of the year.
Harry was the only one left in the Union Building.
Ron and Hermione hurriedly dragged Harry into the Gryffindor Tower and asked Harry to stay in Ron's dormitory for the holidays. Harry reluctantly agreed. It was much more convenient for him to eat in the tower.
There were not many people staying at school for the Christmas holidays this year. Harry woke up and felt that the school was deserted. The usually bustling Gryffindor common room only had a huge Christmas tree embellishing the festive atmosphere. The only two lively people were actually sitting by the window across a table doing homework?!
"Hey,
Hermione! Hey, Percy! " Harry looked at the table full of books and felt his heart suffocating. Percy was one thing, but Hermione, you're only in your second year and you're already working so hard. Do you want to run for the Ministry of Magic as soon as you graduate?
Hermione looked up and greeted Harry.
Percy just nodded. Harry didn't mind. He walked to the table and saw that Hermione was studying ancient magic words.
Percy had a stack of files in front of him.
His quill pen was quickly scribbling down dense notes.
It seemed that he was studying a case to prepare for the Ministry of Magic's civil service exam.
Not daring to disturb Percy, Harry could only whisper in Hermione's ear, "Haig invited us to eat hot pot at noon." Hermione nodded gently.
Then she saw that Harry was about to go out.
She reminded him, "Remember to wear a scarf."
Harry smiled.
He went back to the dormitory and put on his four-colored scarf before walking out of the tower.
The sky outside was gray and it was still snowing.
The snow in the courtyard was already thick.
However, some meticulous person had specially cleared a path for the children to pass through.
As a result, large patches of snow were still intact and had not been trampled into mud.
Harry walked through the courtyard and out of the castle towards the owl shed. His little princess Hedwig had been waiting impatiently for a long time. She pecked the feathers of her pursuers until they were in a mess. When she saw Harry coming, she chirped and landed on the boy's arm, pecking his fingers affectionately and proudly.
Harry apologized again and again. He sat in front of the owl shed and fed Hedwig a small piece of cake. Then he slowly laid out the package and said, "The radio in this package is for Remus. He's working at a bookstore in Notting Hill, West End of London. Poor moon-face. I hope he won't be fired again. The 'Berlin Trilogy' record in this package is for Bigfoot. Hey, good girl, don't bite me. I know it's a bit far, but Sirius will definitely treat you well! "
Harry managed to save his index finger from Hedwig's bite. He tapped Snowy Owl's forehead and watched the unhappy Hedwig grab the two packages. She threw the heavier one to the other owl, which looked honest and strong. Then she chirped at the latter, and the two "birds" set off one after another. One went to London, and the other went to the high seas.
Harry: (⊙ v ⊙) … My pet Snowy Owl seems to be in love. What should I do?
Perhaps the absence of students had dampened the enthusiasm of the house elves, but the breakfast of the Hogwarts was really tasteless during the holidays. Harry was looking forward to the hot pot at noon. He ran to the cottage to help before ten o 'clock. Haig did not stand on ceremony. He directly took Harry and Fangya to the Forbidden Forest to look for ingredients.
Harry followed behind the half-giant in waterproof boots. He was a little puzzled. "Haig, what's there to eat in the Forbidden Forest in winter?"
"Lots of food! Look at these snow fungus growing on the bitter orchards. They're not only delicious, but also very good ingredients for magic potions. " Haig said with a smile as he picked the fungus. "Don't you often come to the Forbidden Forest with Professor Snape to pick herbs? How come you don't know this?"
Harry looked at the grayish white fungus in the basket and smiled. How did Haig know all this time?!
In addition to some supposedly delicious magic potions, they also used their self-made bows and arrows to shoot two pheasants. One of them was hunted by Harry himself under the guidance of Haig. The kid was very excited for a while. He wanted to move forward, but Haig stopped him. "That's enough, Harry. This is enough for us, and …" The big guy shook his head and said, "Thestrus Nigra's territory is in front."
Harry immediately shrank his neck. He still remembered the time when he was pushed by Snape to the front line to seduce Thestrus Nigra!
Today's hot pot was mainly local game in the Forbidden Forest. Haig roasted the pheasants until they were golden brown. Potatoes and chestnuts were buried in the fire. As for the magic potions, they were all processed by the experienced Harry. The soup base was Haig's oil hot pot seasoning brought by Miss Qiu Zhang. It was not too spicy, but it was flavorful enough. At least, it was not spicy enough to make the British children cry.
That's right. In addition to Percy and Hermione, there were two unexpected guests: Qiu Zhang from Ravenclaw and Rolfs Kaman from Hufflepuff. One of them had his family back to Heaven, while the other's family had gone to America. Harry only knew that Qiu Zhang liked to eat hot pot and got along well with Haig. He did not know that Rolfs and Haig had a lot in common when it came to magical animals.
"He's a good young man!" Haig praised Kaman the Young Saman with joy. "But he's too mature."
Harry looked at the gentle freckled face and thought that this kind of natural academic man might become popular in a few years.
After the meal, everyone dispersed. Haig then asked Harry about his vacation plans. When he learned that the boy had an appointment with Dumbledore, he frowned and nodded. "That's good. Dumbledore has his own ideas. In my opinion, Hogwarts will not be peaceful for the next two years. "
Harry did not comment. After walking for a while, he looked back at the pale mountains and the frozen black lake. He thought to himself, Even Haig has noticed the undercurrent under the calm. I wonder how long this simple peace by the bonfire will last.
The next day, Harry took his small suitcase and returned to Godric Valley with Dumbledore.
Last time — Volume 1, Chapter 32 — Harry had already come to Godric Valley with Dumbledore once. He had also stepped on the same snow, but that was at night. This time, it was daytime, so he could see the village clearly. Moreover, the feeling was somewhat different from last winter's night.
Although the low-rise houses still looked like remnants of the war — such as the graffiti on the walls, the different-colored roofs, and the numb and tired faces flashing in the windows. But when they walked through the streets and alleys, they could still see many sparkling Christmas decorations. The wizards coming and going, especially the younger ones, had no scars on their smooth faces. Their bright eyes were only filled with confusion and not despair, and that confusion was also hidden behind their sunglasses. Harry also saw that under their wizard robes, they wore sweaters with guns and roses printed on them, as well as skinny jeans and sneakers. The new generation of wizards walked out of bars with transparent glass windows. Between the opening and closing of the bars, there were fragments of laughter and pop music.
For some reason, Harry felt a strange discomfort in his heart. This discomfort reached its peak when they turned out of the alley and came to the square in the center of the village. "Principal Dumbledore …"
Dumbledore gestured to Harry. "This is our war memorial."
The obelisk engraved with names was covered in snow. It was half-hidden behind a Christmas tree in the wind, and there were colorful lights hanging around it. Behind it, there were several shops, a post office, a bar, and a small church. The stained glass windows on the opposite side of the square radiated a jewel-like brilliance.
Dumbledore suddenly seemed to be filled with emotion. "Harry, last year you told me that there are no corpses or ugliness under the tombstones, only history. In fact, there is no honor under the monument, only history. "
Harry shook his head and looked at the silent names. "There is a future under the monument."
They fought, they died, and they were buried in the past for today and the future, for everyone who might walk under the monument.
"Death is just another great adventure," Harry said. "Principal Dumbledore, this is what you taught me."
As they walked past the monument, it changed. It was no longer a stone tablet, but a statue of three people: a man with unkempt hair and glasses, a beautiful and kind woman with long hair, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms. Snowflakes fell on the heads of the three of them like fluffy white hats. There was no scar on the baby boy's forehead.
Dumbledore's house was outside the village. It was a neat little manor with beautiful gardens in the front and back. However, the house was not as tidy as the outside. Although Dumbledore quickly cleaned up the dust with his wand, the living room still looked messy.
The old wizard stroked his beard and smiled like an embarrassed child. "I don't come back often."
In fact, Harry thought it was fine. "It's pretty good. It's more lively if it's a little messy." Just like the Burrow.
Dumbledore put Harry in the guest room on the second floor. Harry only tidied up the room and did not even open his suitcase. He was a little worried that he was staying in Arianna's bedroom. But when he lay in bed for an afternoon nap, he suddenly found a line of letters the size of ants engraved on the bedside table next to him. Harry leaned over to take a closer look and found that it was a sentence: For the Greater Good. Now he knew who had lived in this room before.
Waking up from the messy and strange dream, Harry rubbed his aching temples and looked at his watch. It was almost four in the afternoon. He was shocked and quickly put on his clothes and got up. It was not good to be so abrupt when visiting someone else's house.
"Principal Dumbledore?" But when he hurried downstairs, Harry did not find the white-bearded grandpa. He also did not find him in the kitchen. He could not help but wonder. Could it be that the old man was still taking an afternoon nap?
Before he could think about it, the door was violently slammed open. Harry reflexively pulled out his wand and quickly pointed at the intruder … uh, a cedar?
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