Vol 2 Chapter 1274:

.., hp magic biography
"It's up to you." Fanlin said, looking at Harry silently, "This is your problem, and you have to solve it by yourself."
"But, that's your girlfriend..."
"Oh, of course, but, I am not her!"
Fanlin said firmly, his azure blue eyes met Harry's, "Look into my eyes, Harry, what can you feel?"
"Ice cold... and... did you use a dementia to me?" Harry cried and jumped away.
"I..." Fanlin raised his hand, then slowly put it down, and said quietly, "Sincerely, Harry, when did I lie to you?"
"It's like I never knew you and Dumbledore did so much behind my back..." Harry muttered, which made Fanlin's eyes twitch a little.
Harry is really... getting worse...
"However, you are right. It really depends on me. After all, I proposed it now..." Harry hesitated and said, in fact, after Ron left, Harry has been keeping the past. Things came out of memory and thought about it over and over again.
"So, Fanlin, tell me, do you have any plans... I think you are a little strange, you seem to have something to Horcrux now..."
"Not too concerned?"
"Hmm..." Harry nodded hard, "Can you tell me what is on the paper?"
Fanlin was taken aback for a moment, his hand shook, but he clenched again soon.
"Harry, do you think, besides the wizard, what else... I mean, who else will master this magical power?"
"Vampire? Or..."
"No, no, it's not in the current cognition..." Fanlin shook his head and said, "Do you think there will be gods in this world?"
"God?"
Harry looked at Fanlin a little confused, "Why do you think so?"
"If I tell you, did they ever exist?"
"Uh..." Harry was stunned, staring at the crystal ball in his hand, and then at Fanlin.
"Or... maybe... after all, there are so many people in the past... you know, the story of the gods, and the legend..."
"What if, let me tell you, they are just like us, but are creatures that appeared earlier and mastered more powerful power?" Fanlin said with a smile.
Harry's expression became solemn, and he saw that Fanlin didn't mean to be joking.
"What do you want to say?"
"Although I don't want to say that, it seems that there is no way to bypass you for what Voldemort is doing. If it is said that there is not only one Horcrux that supports Voldemort, but there are other things? "
"You mean, he found a...God?"
"No, no, Harry, it's impossible for gods to appear in the world now. In the past, I can tell you very clearly that they left, or... died."
"But, if they were gods... how could they..."
"I said, they are just a group of more powerful creatures." Fanlin was silent, "Like a great wizard, no one can escape the end of death, maybe their power can make life possible. Continue, but the bubble will eventually burst, isn’t it?"
"But what does this Voldemort have to do?"
"You should know that you have felt it before, and that's where Voldemort is working hard." Fanlin said, his eyes calm and terrifying, "If you say that your destiny is tied to him, but now, I'm afraid it will be It’s not that simple anymore."
"Voldemort..."
"He is trying to become a god." Fanlin said, "If I guess right, this altar is a part of his preparations, just like he resurrected with your power a few years ago, Voldemort can No standing still."
A cold sweat was left on Harry's forehead.
"So, you know..."
"I'm sorry, I really don't know." Fanlin said, "What I can do is help you grow up quickly. As for the others, to be honest, I have been to many places, but I want to figure out a clue... …"
"Okay..." Harry felt his throat dry.
"I have to rely on you for the Horcrux thing, Harry, to be honest, I'm... also very messy now..." Fanlin smiled bitterly and gently tapped his head.
"What can I do?"
"Do what you want to do, Harry, do it boldly, maybe we will have new discoveries, maybe." Fanlin stretched out, "We can put this thing aside, can't we, Mr. Lu Go through it step by step."
"Okay!" Harry was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed in Fanlin's surprised eyes.
"Nothing has changed, hasn't it, I have been in contact with him!" Harry knocked on his head, "and my feeling tells me that I want to go to Gochuk Valley!"
"Then go!"
"So, Hermione..." Harry made a long tone...
"Oh... no no no, then come by yourself!"
Just when the two were entangled, the curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted, and a cold wind made them feel a little uncomfortable.
"Hermione?" Fanlin tried to ask, but, as if these two words were stuck in his throat, his voice was short, as if he had been frightened.
"Of course it's me!" Hermione responded, pulling off the cloak of invisibility.
Hermione carried two large bags of things in her hands. They were all Muggle food. Fanlin saw a lot of cans.
"I left the money on the counter..." Hermione murmured, and Fanlin and Harry separated quickly, "I hope they can find it..."
...
"What are you two doing in a daze?"
"Oh, of course...I'm coming..." Fanlin took three steps and two steps, took the things in Hermione's hand, and then gently led Hermione to the kitchen with one hand.
"They will receive it, I promise." Fanlin said, listening to Hermione's panic, and when he passed by Harry, he did not forget to tell Harry to solve it by himself.
...
Today’s dinner was very rich, and the long-lost canned meat and pasta also became extremely delicious. At least, Hermione’s cooking became more and more delicious. With the fresh mushroom soup, this time let the house People have an illusion of returning to Hogwarts.
In fact, Harry felt the same way, especially when Fanlin abandoned him and left him to face Hermione.
It is always satisfying after dinner, which makes Harry feel that now is a good time to talk.
But when he really faced Hermione, Harry felt that things were not that simple.
It was like going back to a few years ago when Harry asked if Professor McGonagall could go to Hogsmeade without the Dursley’s signature.
...
"Hey... Hermione, I was thinking..."
"Oh, Harry, just right, and you Fanlin, come and see!"
Hermione said to herself, obviously she didn't listen to Harry.
Fanlin turned to face Hermione, and Harry walked over.
Hermione leaned forward and took out "The Story of Bede the Troubadour."
"Look at this symbol," she said, pointing to the front of the page.
In Harry's opinion, what Hermione was referring to was the title of the story (he could not read ancient magic texts, so he was not sure), this picture looked like a triangular eye with a vertical line on the pupil.
"But...I've never learned ancient magic texts, Hermione." The curry smelled bitterly.
"I know, but it is not a magic text, and it is not in the pronunciation table. I always thought it was a picture of an eye, but I think it is not! This is painted in ink. Look, someone painted it here. This is not This book is original. Think about it, have you seen it before?"
Fanlin looked at it and knew what Hermione was going to say, that symbol...
"No...no, wait." Harry looked closer. "Isn't it Luna's father wearing it around his neck?"
"Well, that's what I think too!"
"This is Grindelwald's mark." Fanlin said, without giving the answer in his heart.
"What?" Hermione's mouth opened in surprise.
"Yes, that's it..."
"Harry, do you know?" Hermione said incredulously.
"Krum told me..." Harry recounted what Victor Krum had told him at the wedding, and Hermione looked surprised.
"Grindelwald's mark?" She turned her gaze away from Harry to the strange mark and then back.
"However, I have never heard that Grindelwald has a mark. It is not mentioned in anything I read about it."
"Well, like I said, Krum said that this mark was carved on one of Durmstrang's walls and that Grindelwald left it there." Harry shrugged.
Hermione leaned back on the seat, frowning.
"This is weird. If this is a mark of black magic, how can it be in a children's book?"
"Yes, it's weird." Harry said. "Scrimgeour has tested it. He is the Minister of Magic, and he should be an expert in the identification of dark magic items."
"I know... maybe he thinks it's just an eye, just like I thought before. All other stories have a small picture on the title." She stopped talking, just stared at this strange mark.
Taking advantage of Hermione's daze, Fanlin lightly nodded Harry's back with his hand, and immediately Harry reacted.
Harry Potter's second attempt...
"Hermione?"
"Ok?"
"I was thinking, I...I should go to Gochuk Valley."
Hermione looked at him, but her eyes were lacklustre, and Harry thought Hermione was still thinking about the mysterious mark in the book.
"Yes," she said "Yes, I think so too. I really think we should go there."
"So, did you hear what I said?" Harry asked here uncertainly.
"Of course, you want to go to Gochuk Valley. I agree, I think we should, I mean, I can't think of other places other than that. Although it can be dangerous, the more I think about it, The more I think it is there."
"Uh... what's there?" Harry asked.
At this moment, Hermione looked as puzzled as he was.
"Well, that sword, Harry! Dumbledore must know that you are going back there. I mean, Gochuk Valley is the birthplace of Godric Gryffindor..."
"Really? Gryffindor is from Godric Canyon?"
"Oh, my god, Harry, have you ever opened a textbook on the history of magic?" Hermione said silently, looking a little annoyed.
"Uh……"
This was definitely the first time Harry felt a good thing in a few months. This sudden sensation made his face stiff, "I opened it, you know, when I bought it... it was just... ...Only once..."
"Oh, well, I knew... Since this village was named after him, I thought you could connect the two," Hermione said. Compared to recent times, her voice was more like her previous one, and Harry could almost feel that she would announce that she was leaving to go to the library.
"There is a little record about this village in the history of magic, wait a minute..." She opened the bead bag and flipped through it for a while, and finally found out an old textbook they had in school, by Bathilda Bagshot. The history of magic, she flipped quickly with her thumb until she found the page she wanted.
"The records of the International Secret Act of 1989 show that the wizards will live in seclusion forever. Perhaps this is natural. However, they have established a small group of their own in society. Many magical families in small villages and small tribes are attracted and gather together. And protection. The village of Siworth in Cornwall, the northern area of ​​Fleglin, Yorkshire, and Ottery St. Catchpole on the south coast of England are notable places that form the wizarding family. They live Beside the Muggles, they sometimes graciously support these Muggles. Among these semi-magical settlements, perhaps the most famous is the Gochuk Valley, a village in southwestern England, where the great wizard Godric Gryffindor was born. ; Where magical craftsman Brown Wright cast the first golden snitch. The cemetery is full of the names of ancient magic families. There is no doubt that the records of these haunted stories have been circulating in the nearby chapel for many centuries."
"However, you and your parents are not mentioned." Hermione said, closing the book, "because Professor Bagshot has no record of events later than the end of the 9th century. But have you seen it? Gochuk Valley, Godry Gryffindor, the sword of Gryffindor; don't you think Dumbledore wants you to connect them together?"
"Oh, yes... of course..." Harry didn't want to admit that he didn't even think of the Gryffindor Sword when he proposed to go to Godric Canyon. As far as he is concerned, his knowledge of this village only comes from his parents’ cemetery, the house that barely made him immortal and Bahida Bagshot.
"Remember Muriel said it?" he asked at last.
"Who?"
"You know." Harry hesitated.
He didn't want to mention Ron's name right now, "Ginny's aunt, at the wedding, said you are the skinny person."
"Oh~EbookFREE.me~Well, this is rather rude, then?" Fanlin quickly took it, lest the three of them think of Ron.
"She said that Bathilda Bagshot still lives in the Gochuk Valley."
"Bahida Bagshot," Hermione murmured, stroking the name of Bahida Bagshot on the cover of the history of magic decorated with embossed patterns with her index finger.
"Well, I presume..." Her breathlessness made Harry's heart turn.
"what?"
"Maybe Dumbledore will entrust the sword of Gryffindor to her, but it may not necessarily be Harry..." Fanlin said, holding Hermione's hand with one hand. Obviously, thinking of Ron, Hermione still felt Not very comfortable, at least, no matter who, will feel depressed.
"Also, it's a high probability, isn't it?" Hermione took a breath and calmed herself down. "She may be one of Dumbledore's trustworthy people, but it is difficult to guarantee that this will happen. What an accident, maybe she took the sword away and hid it, maybe..."
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