Chapter 187 That tree is still useful

Snape's eyes were filled with sadness, and he was speechless as he stared at the tombstone. The wind blew quietly through the cemetery, bringing the sound of distant footsteps to his ears. He turned around silently, disappearing quietly into the night like a ghost.

Dumbledore took Harry to the cemetery to visit the Potters. He looked at the tombstone not far away, where his sister Ariana slept.

His eyes looked heavy, and he couldn't help but think of that past event many years ago.

That afternoon, he held the man's hand and discussed the beautiful ideal: to create a world where wizards and Muggles coexist peacefully.

Faced with that tempting vision, Albus chose to go with him. However, his brother Aberforth disagreed.

He chose Grindelwald, but abandoned his helpless younger brother and sister. A fierce dispute broke out between the three of them.

Dumbledore couldn't help but clasp his hands. The moonlight hit his slightly tired face, and his eyes looked dim. That dispute eventually turned into a fight. If I hadn't been so persistent, could I have avoided the tragedy of accidentally killing Ariana...

"Professor, is this my parents' tomb?" Harry's sad voice interrupted Dumbledore's memories.

The old wizard nodded slowly and answered sadly: "Yes, Harry. They are all very brave wizards, and they all love you deeply."

Dumbledore looked at Harry Potter with a complicated expression. He understood that Harry's future was very difficult. He has to face the challenge alone and face the greatest enemy in the magic world. Moreover, the enemy is still hidden in his body.

Harry didn't know any of this. He stared at his parents' tombstones, feeling a deep pain in his heart and crying uncontrollably.

In his memory, he had never seen his parents. He could only glimpse the images of James and Lily through the photo album sent by Hagrid.

The person he loved most in his life was right in front of him, but the distance was so far away that he couldn't touch him across life and death.

He was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak, and he leaned against the tombstone like a wanderer returning home and lying in the warm embrace of his parents.

After a long time, Harry slowly calmed down. With tears remaining in his eyes, he looked at Dumbledore: "Professor, can Dobby be buried here?"

Facing Harry's request, Dumbledore seemed a little hesitant. This cemetery has a long history, and even though he is one of the most prestigious people in the wizarding world, he cannot easily make the decision to bury an elf here.

"Potter, this requires the consent of the administrator." Dumbledore did not refuse directly, but the smart Harry understood what he meant.

Even if house elves have improved their status, they are still subordinate to wizards. Godric Cemetery would not accept it.

"Why?" Harry asked unwillingly, "Dobby has the same emotions and dignity as us, and he has the same life as the wizard. Aren't all lives equal?"

"Alas, this is related to the origin of Godric's Hollow." Dumbledore slowly told, "In 1689, the International Statute of Secrecy was signed and came into effect. Wizards slowly faded and disappeared from the Muggle world, completely turning into concealment. .”

"Many wizards came to the countryside, united and helped each other, and gradually formed wizard settlements. The settlements started with Muggle life, and now they have developed into semi-wizard villages, such as Dingworth in Cornwall. , Upper Flagley in Yorkshire, Ottery St. Catchpole on the south coast of England...the most famous of which is Godric's Hollow where we are now."

"This is the birthplace of Gryffindor." Dumbledore saw Harry's eyes asking for confirmation and nodded, "Yes, it is Godric Gryffindor, one of the founders of Hogwarts."

"After he founded the magic school, he still lived here for a long time and was eventually buried here." Dumbledore pointed to the somewhat broken tombstone in the distance.

"Godric's Hollow belongs to everyone here. Generally speaking, the people buried in the cemetery are the residents of Godric's Hollow."

"I'm sorry, Harry." Dumbledore shook his head, "Although we can hold a funeral for Dobby, we need to find a more suitable place."

Harry understood what Dumbledore meant, nodded slightly, and acquiesced to the proposal.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "I can create a clearing around Hogwarts."

Dobby's funeral was both grand and deserted, and he was buried on the hill behind Hogwarts Castle. The funeral was attended by Mr. Dumbledore, the savior Harry Potter, the recovered Ron, and some young wizards who were touched by Dobby's loyalty.

However, the elf in the castle did not attend. Because they don't understand why Dobby betrayed his master. Even though it eventually dug out its heart to show its loyalty, everyone still regarded him as a traitor.

The funeral was held on a sunny day, with warm sunshine shining on the hillside, adding a touch of warmth to Dobby's farewell scene.

Harry Potter presided over the farewell ceremony and delivered a touching eulogy, expressing his memory and respect for Dobby and his sacrifice for freedom and justice. Harry gently put down the flower and paid tribute to this brave and loyal elf.

Also buried at the same time was Alagok's broken leg. Hagrid stood in front of the grave, his eyes wet. His pet died under the little wizard's spell, but he couldn't punch the kid.

Almost all the Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest were slaughtered, and most of the survivors were disabled.

When Hagrid found them, they were terrified. They all hid in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and no matter how Hagrid tried to persuade them, they did not dare to take a step back.

Daphne originally wanted to take a look, but noticed Roger sitting by the black lake and couldn't help but stop to accompany him.

"Roger, aren't you going?" Daphne looked at him curiously, not knowing what to see on the hillside opposite.

"I'm afraid I am the most unwelcome person to Mr. Savior." Rogge was very self-aware, and it was his words that made Dobby give his heart.

"Did you see the saplings on the hillside?" Roger handed the protective glasses to Daphne.

"Where?" Daphne looked around and finally found a young sapling.

"What's weird about this." Daphne was a little disappointed, "There are trees around, maybe the seeds have sprouted."

"That's Professor Quirrell's tomb." Rogge explained calmly.

"Roger, don't scare me!" Daphne yanked off her glasses and looked around suspiciously.

"Isn't he dead?"

"He lost his wand to me last year, and after the Academy Cup I buried it there (and watered it with unicorn blood)."

"So, the wand can actually grow into a tree!" Daphne stood up in surprise, "Then it will definitely become a good wand material in the future."

She suddenly realized that it was inappropriate to say that, and sat down with a blush. Rogge didn't take it seriously, it was a good idea.

"Let's go, we should prepare for the exam. If our grades are not up to standard this year, our badges will be downgraded."

"Tch, I don't know how." Daphne clenched her fists, suddenly thought of something and huffed with a slumped face: "The dean is currently responsible for two courses. If we can't find a suitable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next year... we will It’s become very miserable!”

"Fortunately, the principal has found a new professor." Roger took out Jessica's letter and handed it to Daphne.

"Your mother has become the school director!" Daphne said in surprise, and then made a heartfelt gesture, "Young Master Travis, you must take care of the poor little witch in the future."

"Look down, there is a new professor below." Roger shook his head, as if your Greengrass family had no school director.

"Lupin? I've never heard of him. He can't be the same as Lockhart, right?"

"Ten thousand times more dangerous than Lockhart, the school director has not yet agreed to Dumbledore's appointment."

"Why?" Daphne was a little confused, "In the past, the principal appointed him himself!"