The Emerald at Hogwarts

Chapter 588 Windfall
The sky gradually darkened, the street lights came on one by one, and the bars in the village suddenly became lively.

The light was insufficient, and the inscriptions on the tombstone became somewhat blurred. The three of them didn't want to stay in the cemetery to visit the tombstone any longer, so they decided to leave.

Walking out of the narrow gate of the cemetery, the three of them walked to the alley where they came from, where they were going to perform apparation and return to London.The three of them talked quietly as they walked, and the twins extended an invitation to Ida to return to the Burrow for the holidays.

While chatting, I somehow got to my relatives, and even my aunt Muriel, who is over 100 years old with twins.

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

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

Fred's sudden action didn't scare Ada, but it surprised Ada that the two of them remembered who Bathilda Bagshot was.

As fighters among the scumbags, History of Magic is recognized as the most boring course. The number of times the two brothers have read "History of Magic" should be very few, but they did not expect that they could remember the name of Bathilda Bagshot.

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

But here comes 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, so 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 was not easy 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.

Comrade Backbone hesitated a little, and he would definitely find Bathilda if he kept asking all the way, but how much time it would take was a question.Maybe it was the first family, maybe it was the last one.

If I go back to London first and come back another day, Ida doesn't know when I will be free again.There are a lot of affairs in the ministry. Although Ada is the shopkeeper, she still needs to be aware of it.

Without wasting too much time thinking, the sky was waiting for no one, and after the light dimmed for a few minutes, Ada decided to solve the problem of Godric's Hollow once, so as not to have to travel again.

After the three of them questioned several families to no avail, they found a figure near the ruins of Potter's house.

The man was tightly wrapped, with a stooped figure, and looked like a woman. She walked very slowly and faltered, and she should be very old.

The ruins of Potter's house have been enchanted, and Muggles are completely invisible, let alone pay attention to it.This is enough to explain the identity of this old woman, she is a wizard.

The three exchanged glances and walked over together after understanding each other's thoughts.God can't starve a blind house sparrow, and this was the Bathilda Bagshot they were looking for.

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

Fred offered to light the candles, and George built a fire to keep everyone warm.Soon the twins were back, George was setting a jug of water on the fire again, and Fred was letting the lighted candles float in mid-air.

With the dim light of the candles in the room, Ada could see the face of Bathilda Bagshot clearly.She is really too old, with wrinkled face, sunken eye sockets, thinning hair, and cloudy eyes that can't see half of the spirit.

Bathilda fumbled to sit on a high-backed chair, curled up in a ball, looking even thinner and weaker.Like a candle in the wind, it will go out at any time.

For no reason, Ada thought of Vader, who was traveling far away, not knowing where she was now, what she was going to do, let alone whether she was in good health.Although there will be a letter reporting safety every half a month, the worries in my heart can't stop.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room was a bit weird, Ada didn't speak, 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 also found a place to sit down, and the two of them broke up the conversation, greeting Bathilda Bagshot, although they had never met the historian of magic before.

The lively characters of the two brothers are already attractive, and now they run a shop with a booming business, and they have nothing to say about their dealings with others. In just a short time, they got closer to Bathilda a lot.

"Ma'am," said George kindly, "do you know Cadmus? We are very curious about the story of the three brothers."

Bathilda's cloudy eyes turned to George, who she could only see vaguely.

She said slowly and with difficulty: "Young man, you really didn't come here to pay tribute. At this moment, 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 "kill", which is simple and rude.

Bathilda, who suffered from cataracts, pondered for a while, and continued: "I 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."

These two sentences seem to have consumed too much of Bathilda's energy, she gasped loudly, but even so, she still felt suffocated.

Ada and the twins are not disappointed, nor are they really pinning their hopes on it.Bathilda is the best if he can say that he is ugly, but it doesn't matter if he can't, the situation won't be worse anyway.

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

"And... what about Gryffindor's sword?" Fred continued, "Do you know anything about this goblin-made sword?"

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

"The sword of Gryffindor 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 it sounded a bit labored, but it was clear, obviously Bashi Although Da is old, he is not confused.

She continued: "After the sword was forged, Raignac coveted it and wanted to keep it for himself, so there were rumors of Gryffindor stealing it. This sword can absorb things that can strengthen it. Over time It's going to get stronger and stronger."

"Only a real Gryffindor can find it and use it." Bathilda added, with a hint of dissuasion, as if he regarded the three of them as thieves looking for treasure.

After saying such a long paragraph, Bathilda closed her eyes weakly, and her panting would make even those who heard it feel uncomfortable.

The twins looked at each other habitually. Although Bathilda Bagshot didn't know everything, but the information she gave was what they already knew, and it was of no help to find the Deathly Hallows and the Gryffindor sword.

The twins were a little discouraged, but Ada was not. She believed in Bathilda's words and also believed in the integrity of Bathilda's historian of magic.

It appears that Gryffindor's sword should be safe from being tampered with by Voldemort.

Holding the cup of hot water, Ada began to look around Bathilda's house. There were candles standing on small saucers everywhere, old books piled up like a mountain, and a few photos stood on the bow chest of drawers.

There is no dust on the gorgeous photo frame, and the dancing firelight on the glass is incompatible with the dirty room.

Ada picked up one of the photos, which was a group photo of two young people in high spirits.There was a lazy smile on the face of the blond boy, and his arm was tightly wrapped around the boy Dumbledore, intimately.

"Gellert Grindelwald." Ada whispered the name of the blond boy.

"Who?" the twins asked in unison.

Neither the strong young twins could hear, but Bathilda Bagshot, who was old and drowsy, could hear clearly.

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

(End of this chapter)