Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 156 Where the dream begins
Hermione was indeed afraid of heights.

Although she took the initiative to find Sherlock last year and practiced Quidditch with him for a period of time, she has gradually overcome her psychological fear of heights.

but.

Now the car is flying well beyond that.

On her left sat Sherlock, and on her right sat Harry.

Caught off guard, she hugged Sherlock's arm tightly without thinking.

When she heard Sherlock was about to read out her name, she became even more anxious and simply blocked his mouth.

Hermione is a very strong-willed person.

It would be fine if it were just Mr. Granger and Sherlock here.

It’s no big deal to be caught in an embarrassing situation by my own father.

But there's more than just Sherlock and his father here.

In this situation, she subconsciously didn't want others to know that she had this defect.

Even if the remaining people are elders and friends.

Sherlock had no idea what Hermione was thinking.

In his opinion, acrophobia is no big deal.

But the other party obviously didn't want him to say it, so he wouldn't waste his time.

Anyway, it’s not me who is feeling uncomfortable.

If she wants to, just accept it.

Naturally, no one except Sherlock knew anything about Hermione's special condition.

After a while, the car suddenly appeared in the clouds.

"What a hassle," said Mr. Weasley, somewhat vexed, "there's something wrong with the button."

As he spoke, he pushed the button hard and the car quickly disappeared again.

But not long after, the car reappeared.

He stabbed again, and the car disappeared again.

A few minutes later, the car reappeared.

He stabbed again... and again... and again...

After going back and forth several times, Mr. Weasley simply gave up:

"Come back to the surface, Ron—we're not far from Godric's Hollow."

Ron nodded in agreement and began to control the car to slowly descend to the ground.

Seeing this, Hermione immediately and calmly let go of Sherlock's arms.

But the whole person is still in a state of tension.

She didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the car descended to a certain height.

What a big mistake!
But then again, who would have thought that traveling by car would trigger one's fear of heights?

This is simply outrageous!
Hermione looked around secretly, fortunately, she didn't seem to be discovered.

If you think about it carefully, everyone's attention was attracted by Mr. Weasley and his special button, and no one would notice you.

She stole another glance at Sherlock.

I found that the latter was observing everything around him with great interest.

It was as if nothing had happened just now.

This made Hermione feel both relieved and a little regretful.

As the car returned to the ground from the sky, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and this wonderful journey finally came to an end.

Unlike St. Catchpole Village, the scenery here seems quiet and ancient.

There are large grasslands on both sides of the road, and occasionally you can see a few sheep grazing leisurely.

The mountains in the distance are rolling and undulating, like a giant beast sleeping on the earth.

As the protagonist of this trip, Harry, who was sitting in the back seat, had a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead that was faintly visible in the sunlight.

He looked at the scenery around him, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

There is anticipation for arriving at the destination, as well as nostalgia for past memories.

His palm left a blurry print on the car window, and he felt both nervous and excited.

Are we finally home?

Although he had lived in Privet Drive for eleven years, Harry had never considered it home.

It is no exaggeration to say that both Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Sherlock's home, where he stayed for a while last Christmas, felt more like home to him than Number 4 Privet Drive.

But only here... is where my dream began.

As the car drove completely into Godric's Hollow, Mr. Weasley, who had been talking, fell silent.

Ron parked the car under Mr. Weasley's instructions, and everyone got out slowly one by one.

This was not originally a spectacle.

But when they got out of the car one after another, the onlookers nearby were stunned by this magical scene.

Could it be from India?

However, at this time, everyone had no time to care about the feelings of the onlookers.

Their eyes were all fixed on the scene before them.

Mr. Weasley was better off, he had been here before.

This time it's just a revisit to an old place.

But others were here for the first time.

Even though Harry was born here, he was still a baby at the time, so it was no different from his first arrival.

There is a small square in the center of the village.

The most eye-catching building in the center of the square is a war memorial-like building.

There are several shops nearby.

Looking closely, it was a post office, a tavern, and a chapel.

"Harry..." Mr. Weasley, who was leading the way, put away his usual carefree look, turned around and looked at Harry, "Follow me."

Everyone walked slowly forward under the leadership of Mr. Weasley. When they arrived at the square, he suddenly stopped.

The others were still confused at first, but they were soon stunned.

Because of this moment, the monument disappeared.

The original obelisk, which was engraved with names of people, was replaced by a group of three statues.

Harry was very familiar with these three people.

A tall man with messy hair and glasses.

A beautiful long-haired woman, friendly and kind, beautiful and elegant.

There was also a baby boy sitting in her arms.

At this moment, Harry suddenly remembered what Sherlock once said to him.

Don't get too hung up on the Mirror of Erised; there are other ways to see your family.

He got it.

Just as he had done with the Mirror of Erised the previous year, Harry moved himself as close to the statue as possible.

He stared deeply into his parents' faces and into his own stony features.

It was a baby with no scar on his forehead. Just by seeing his face, Harry seemed to feel his happiness.

There seemed to be a faint scent of magic in the air around.

It is a trace left by the stories of the past and a testimony to courage and sacrifice.

Harry just stayed there quietly.

No one urged him, everyone just stood there quietly with him.

Sherlock looked at the happy family of three and frowned slightly.

To this day, he understands Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world, better than Harry himself.

He knew very well that deep down in Harry's heart he never felt proud of being a hero of the wizarding world.

If possible, Harry would rather be with his parents and be an ordinary little boy.

Unfortunately, the moment Voldemort chose Harry as the child of prophecy, the gears of fate began to turn slowly.

It wasn't known how long it took before Harry finally came to his senses. He looked at the others a little embarrassedly:
"sorry, I……"

"It's okay, Harry."

Mr. Weasley smiled and patted his head, "Let's go."

Harry nodded, looked deeply at the statue again, and then strode after Mr. Weasley.

Except for Mr. Weasley, everyone was interested in everything here. They looked around and took in everything here.

After walking a distance, Sherlock thought of something and looked back.

Sure enough, the group of statues once again became a war memorial.

When the group walked into the church, they found that the cemetery behind it was faintly visible, and the entrance to the cemetery was a half-open narrow door.

"Mr. Weasley, this is..."

Harry spoke with a choked voice.

Mr. Weasley nodded gravely, then reached out and pushed the door open.

The paths leading to the church gate were overgrown with weeds on both sides, and it seemed that no one had walked there for a long time.

Behind the church were rows and rows of tombstones, standing on a light blue silver carpet, engraved with the surnames of ancient wizard families.

The tomb closest to them was clearly engraved with the name - Abbott Family.

"The Abbott family ranks first among the Sacred Twenty-Eight Pure-Blood Families," Mr. Weasley explained, "and we are one of them."

Sherlock glanced at Mr. Weasley.

Although Mr. Weasley did not express any opinion on the term "Sacred Twenty-Eight Pure-Blood Families", he still felt Mr. Weasley's regret and dissatisfaction with his family being included in this sequence.

The group gradually trekked deeper into the cemetery, leaving dark footprints behind them.

From time to time they stopped to look at the words on the tombstone.

In addition to the Abbott family, there are also the Avery family, the Bulstrode family, and the Burke family.

They also belong to the Holy Twenty-Eight Purebloods.

Sherlock's eyes quickly scanned the surroundings and suddenly stopped in front of a black stone.

It was a cold, mossy piece of granite, with the name Kendra Dumbledore carved into it.

A little further down are the words "her daughter Ariana."

There is also a line of eulogy.

【Where the treasure is, there the heart is also】

Noticing Sherlock's movements, Hermione moved closer.

“Where the treasure is, there the heart will be also.”

Reading the sentence aloud, Hermione was a little confused about its meaning.

"Sherlock, this is..."

"The graves of Dumbledore's mother and sister. This can be determined based on their birth and death dates. The epitaphs were also left by Dumbledore."

"Sherlock is right."

Mr. Weasley sighed and once again acted as the narrator:
"The Dumbledore family did live here, and some of their members are buried here. After his mother died, he became the head of the family."

Everyone was silent.

After stopping for a while in front of the graves of the Dumbledore family, everyone continued to walk deeper.

From time to time they would find some familiar surnames, such as Ai Bo just now.

Sometimes the names of several generations of wizarding families appear in the cemetery at the same time.

The date can be used to determine if the family is extinct, or if the current members have moved from Godric's Hollow to another location.

Finally, in the third row behind the tombstones of Kendra and Ariana, a tomb made of white marble appeared in everyone's sight.

(End of this chapter)