Vol 2 Chapter 440: Night in Gochuk Valley (2)

Seeing Snape standing at the end of the road in Gochuk Valley, Fanlin couldn't help feeling a little sad.
Professor Snape did everything he could to protect Lily, and even did not hesitate to imitate the humble petty star Peter.
Fanlin wondered what the result would be if Dumbledore knew the news in advance.
Perhaps it is to prepare all the means, and then lie in ambush in the Gochuk Valley, and have a death fight with Voldemort?
The risk was too great, Fanlin didn't think Dumbledore would make such a choice.
Voldemort is immortal. At this moment, the only D.A. who knows Voldemort's greatest secret has been accompanied by the venom of the Horcrux, sleeping forever and in the cold lake, with the corpse.
This can't help but feel sad, except for Kreacher, no one knows what he has done.
...
After getting Voldemort's permission, Snape would naturally not stop Voldemort's advancement anymore. Voldemort had already given him the maximum tolerance, which was undoubtedly a kind of luck.
Snape didn't care about the lives of other people, he only cared about Lily.
"Aren't we going back to Harry's house?" Fanlin asked. Although he could see everything that happened, he still wanted to see what happened at Harry's house with his own eyes, observe it up close, or experience it personally.
"No, there are still some things." Said the priest, "I said, this is about you."
"about me?"
Fanlin turned his gaze to Voldemort. Since it had nothing to do with Harry, the problem must lie with Voldemort.
...
Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood, at least, Voldemort's footsteps were very gentle, maybe he has always been like this, he took a big step every step, it can be said that there is also a trace of urgency in his heart.
The night in Gochuk Valley has always been so quiet.
In fact, as a gathering place for half-wizards, Gochuk Valley has always had a more prominent name, Godric Valley.
The description of Godric Valley in "A History of Magic" by Bathilda Bagshot:
Perhaps the most famous among such semi-wizard settlements is Godric's Valley. This village in the southwest is the birthplace of the great wizard Godric Gryffindor. It is also the place where the wizard goldsmith Bowman Wright created the first Golden Snitch. The cemetery is engraved with the surnames of the ancient wizard family. It is undoubtedly the reason for the continuous ghost stories in the small church for many centuries.
It can be said that Dumbledore's choice of retreat was not very safe from the beginning.
There are too many ancient families gathered here, although most of them are Gryffindor factions, but it is inevitable that there will be no insiders among them.
For Fanlin, Fanlin would prefer to send the Potter family away from the UK. This is the best choice.
or……
The creak of the door opened broke the silence of the night.
This is not a complete gathering place for wizards, there are still nearly a third of Muggles here, for example.
"Dad..." Fanlin exclaimed. He didn't quite understand why his father appeared here. He had never mentioned that his family lived here before.
At this time, Mr. Al seemed slightly younger than his current appearance.
But Fanlin was not in the mood to know what Mr. Al looked like when he was young. It can be said that Voldemort is like a bomb, and he hates Muggles extremely.
"Pooh, what are you doing?" A soft female voice came from the room, not far from Harry's house. Fanlin's brain was blank. He vaguely knew something about him, which was terrible. .
Fanlin felt an unprecedented blankness, and the Occlusion Technique had completely lost its effect at this moment, and his face became pale...
The priest did not speak, he just stood there silently.
"My dear, I just came out to take out the rubbish, you know, our baby is about to be born, I don't want any mess in the house, we want to greet him perfectly." Mr. Al said back.
A gentle oriental woman slowly walked out of the room, her face filled with a happy smile.
Mr. Al gently kissed the woman's cheek, his movements were very gentle, like touching a fragile crystal. In his eyes, this was the supreme treasure.
"You know, we shouldn't come out at night." The woman said, responding to Mr. Al, and then she held her belly with her hand.
"He hasn't been born yet..."
"But I can't calm down." Mr. Al said with a little excitement, and the orange light was scattered along the door on the lawn in the courtyard.
Fanlin felt that his eyes were a little moist, his emotions were hidden in his heart, and he was constantly vented by Occlumency, but the sad emotions filled his heart time and time again.
Voldemort's steps were very steady, but his speed was very fast, and he walked barefoot on the cold street.
Fanlin just wanted to jump out and push his parents back into the house. Voldemort didn't want to cause trouble. The wizard always moved quickly.
But Fanlin didn't have such a chance. As soon as he took a step, Voldemort turned a corner, and then passed straight through his body.
It was like being passed through the body by a ghost that suddenly appeared countless times at Hogwarts, but the ghost now was himself, and he couldn't do anything.
Standing on the steps, Lin Qing seemed to perceive something wrong. Even though she is pregnant now, her sense of crisis has never disappeared, just like instinct.
"Al, I think you should go in~EbookFREE.me~ Lin Qing said that she felt an extremely evil aura, like the dark wizard she had encountered before, but this was unprecedentedly powerful .
In fact, she regretted coming back to England with Mr. Al at this moment.
She is a Chinese wizard. When she came to England, she naturally inevitably had some contact with the British wizarding world...
"My dear, you have to be more careful." Mr. Al said, but Lin Qing stubbornly pulled Mr. Al in.
"I'm sleepy, go to make the bed, there are some other things..."
"Okay, okay." Mr. Al stretched out his hand to touch Lin Qing's hair, and he kissed it.
"I'm going to help you prepare, my princess." Mr. Al said, he turned and walked in, while Lin Qing looked at Mr. Al with a smile. Immediately afterwards, she gently closed the door.
This sense of crisis lingers in her heart. She knows that there are many wizards here. Anyway, this is a matter between wizards. She has to do something, whether it is for the child or Mr. Al. .