Chapter 588 An unexpected gain

The sky gradually darkened, the street lights came on one by one, and the bars in the village suddenly became lively.

There was insufficient light, and the inscriptions on the tombstones became a little blurry. The three of them did not want to stay in the cemetery to visit the tombstones anymore, so they decided to leave.

After walking out of the narrow gate of the cemetery, the three of them walked towards the alley where they came from, preparing to use Apparition to return to London. The three of them talked quietly as they walked, and the twins extended an invitation to Ada to return to the Burrow for the holidays.

As we chatted, we somehow ended up talking about relatives and the twins’ great-aunt Muriel, who was over a hundred years old.

"By the way!" Fred's voice suddenly became louder. "Aunt Muriel said that Bathilda Bagshot lived in Godric's Hollow. Remember, George!"

"That seems to be the case." George recalled it and said, "But we only know that she lives here, but we don't know which of these houses belongs to her."

Fred's sudden move did not scare Ada. On the contrary, the two of them actually remembered who Bathilda Bagshot was, which surprised Ada.

As a fighter among bad students, History of Magic is recognized as the most boring course. The two brothers must have opened "History of Magic" a handful of times, but they did not expect that they could actually remember the name of Bathilda Bagshot.

Bathilda Bagshot is a well-known historian of magic in the wizarding world and the author of "A History of Magic". Being able to become a historian means that she should be very familiar with the past of the magical world, and maybe it will bring some unexpected gains to the three of Ada.

But here's the problem, as George said, the three of them don't know where Bathilda's house is. There are so many houses in Godric's Hollow, they can't just knock on the door and ask!

Ada looked around the house with a headache, and the twins did the same. It would be difficult for the two of them to remember Bathilda Bagshot, so don't expect too much from them.

"What should I do?" George asked, "Go back first, or try to find someone to ask?"

At this time, someone needs to come up with an idea, and Ada is the backbone of the three.

The backbone comrade was a little hesitant. If he kept asking all the way, he would definitely be able to find Bathilda, but how long it would take was a question. Maybe it’s the first family, maybe it’s the last family.

If she returns to London first and comes back another day, Ada doesn't know when she will be free again. There are a lot of things in the ministry, and although Ada is the boss, she still needs to be well aware of them.

Without wasting too much time thinking, the sky did not wait for anyone, and after the light dimmed for a few minutes, Ada decided to solve the problem of Godric's Hollow once and for all, so as to avoid having to make another trip.

After the three people inquired several houses to no avail, they discovered a figure near the ruins of the Potter's house.

The person was tightly wrapped and had a stooped figure. She looked like a woman. She walked very slowly and staggered. She must be very old.

The ruins of the Potter house were enchanted so that Muggles would not be able to see them, let alone notice them. This is enough to explain the identity of this old woman. She is a wizard.

The three of them exchanged glances, understood each other's thoughts, and walked over together. God will never starve to death. This person is exactly the Bathilda Bagshot they are looking for.

Under the leadership of the old man, they walked quickly towards Bathilda's home. The yard was deserted because no one took care of it, the brightness inside the house was even worse than outside, and the smell in the room was also a bit bad.

Fred took the initiative to light the candles, and George made a fire to keep everyone warm. Soon the twins came back, and George put a pot of water on the fire, while Fred let the lighted candle float in the air.

With the faint light of the candlelight in the room, Ada could clearly see the face of Bathilda Bagshot. She is really too old, her face is full of wrinkles, her eye sockets are sunken, her hair is sparse, and her cloudy eyes don't show any sparkle at all.

Bathilda fumbled and sat down on a high-backed chair, huddled up and looking even smaller and weaker. Like a candle in the wind, it will be extinguished at any time.

For no reason, Ada thought of Vida who was traveling far away. She didn't know where she was now, what she was going to do, or whether she was in good health. Although I get a letter every half month saying I'm safe, I still can't stop worrying.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room was a little strange. Ada didn't speak, and neither did the old and frail Bathilda. After a while, the boiling water opened the lid of the pot, and everyone got a cup of hot tea to warm their hands.

The twins who were free each found a place to sit down. The two started chatting and greeted Bathilda Bagshot, even though they had never met the magic historian before.

The lively personalities of the two brothers were already endearing, and now they were running a prosperous shop. Their manners were even better, and they had become much closer to Bathilda in just a short period of time.

"Madam," said George kindly, "do you know Cadmus? We are full of curiosity about the story of the three brothers."

Bathilda looked at George with her cloudy eyes, and she could only vaguely see his outline.

She said slowly and laboriously: "Young people, you really didn't come here to pay your respects. At this time, no one dares to come here."

Voldemort is in power and Death Eaters are committing crimes everywhere. Coming to mourn the Potters at this time is tantamount to openly resisting Voldemort and his henchmen. For those who dare to resist him, Voldemort has only one word of "kill", which is simple and crude.

Bathilda, who was suffering from cataracts, pondered for a while and continued: "I do know the story of the three brothers, but I can't give you the answer you want. It's not what people like me should do to chase rumors and shadows."

These two sentences seemed to consume too much of Bathilda's energy. She gasped loudly, but even so, she still felt suffocated.

Ada and the twins didn't feel disappointed, nor did they really pin their hopes on it. Bathilda could tell the best about ugly people. It didn't matter if she couldn't. The situation couldn't be worse anyway.

The three Peverell brothers are real, but their birth and death dates are unknown, so we can only roughly infer the era in which they lived. It is indeed unrealistic to understand the lives of the three of them and the Deathly Hallows from the perspective of historical facts.

"What about... Gryffindor's sword?" Fred continued, "Do you know anything about this sword made by goblins?"

Bathilda Bagshot raised her head weakly, her cloudy eyes focusing on the three of them one after another, as if she wanted to see through them all.

"Gryffindor's sword was not stolen from the goblin, it was tailor-made for him by the goblin." Bathilda said slowly. Her voice was a little vague and sounded a little laborious, but it was clear and clear. It was obvious that Bathilda Although Da is old, he is not confused.

She continued: "After the sword was made, Legnac coveted it so much that he wanted to take it for himself, so there were rumors of Gryffindor stealing it. This sword can absorb things that can strengthen it. Over time, As time goes by, it will become stronger and stronger.”

"Only a true Gryffindor can find it and use it." Bathilda added, with a hint of admonishment, as if she regarded the three of them as little thieves hunting for treasure.

After saying such a long sentence, Bathilda closed her eyes weakly, and her breathing was uncomfortable even for those who heard it.

The twins looked at each other habitually. Although Bathilda Bagshot did not know everything, the information she gave was what they already knew, and it was not helpful in finding the Deathly Hallows and the Sword of Gryffindor.

The twins were a little discouraged, but Ada was not. She believed in Bathilda's words and her integrity as a magical historian.

It seems that Gryffindor's sword should be safe and not corrupted by Voldemort.

Ada held the cup of hot water and began to look around Bathilda's house. There were candles standing on small plates everywhere, mountains of old books, and several photos standing on the bow-shaped chest of drawers.

There was no dust on the ornate picture frame, and the firelight dancing on the glass was incompatible with the dirty room.

Ada picked up one of the photos, which was a photo of two energetic young people. There was a lazy smile on the face of the blond boy, and his arm was tightly holding the young Dumbledore, intimately.

"Gellert Grindelwald." Ada whispered the blond boy's name.

"Who?" the twins asked in unison.

The young and strong twins did not hear clearly, but Bathilda Bagshot, who was old and frail and sleepy, heard clearly.

Bathilda Bagshot looked at Ada, her cloudy eyes seemed to become clear at this second.