[Comprehensive British and American] Robin Girl Potter

Harry pointed to the monument, which changed as she and Uncle Bruce got closer. Instead of an obelisk covered in names, it became statues of three people: a disheveled, A man with glasses, a beautiful, kind-looking woman with long hair, and a baby girl* sitting in her mother's arms.In the afternoon, the sunlight of the valley poured on the statue, as if it had coated the three people with a layer of brilliance.

Harry was stunned, is this himself and his parents?The parents of the statue are almost exactly the same as the ones I saw in the photo just now.

Uncle Bruce squatted down and picked Harry up.Sitting in Uncle Bruce's arms, Harry could see more clearly, the baby girl in the arms of the statue of her parents looked so happy, with no scars on her head...she wasn't sure if it was herself.

"Why is there a statue of Mom and Dad here?"

"...It seems that there is already magic protection here," Uncle Bruce said to himself, and turned his head to look at Grandpa Afu who had followed him. Grandpa shook his head. Uncle Bruce turned his head and said to Harry: "I and Even your grandpa Fu can't see it, Harley, it's still the same in our eyes. It's proof that you have some abilities that we don't."

"Can you describe what you saw, Harley?" Grandpa Alfred asked.

"My mom and dad, holding a baby girl... they look... very happy," Halle whispered.

"That baby girl is you, Harry," Uncle Bruce looked at himself with clear blue eyes.

"But she has no scar...Are my parents famous? In...'Wizard'?" Harley was not used to saying this word that only appeared in fairy tale books, and she actually believed it a little bit. Grandpa Fu told himself all the stories about his parents and himself.

Uncle Bruce looked hesitant, he frowned, and turned to look at Grandpa Afu.

Alfred looked at the big and the young quietly, and the two were staring at him now, but one looked curious and sad, and the other looked questioning and condemning.

He paused and put his hands behind his back, "Yes, Harry, your parents are very famous, they are heroes in the wizarding world. Once, there was a bad wizard who ruled the wizarding world, killing all who opposed him People. It was a dark time, and a lot of terrible things happened. Your parents were on the side of justice, and they were part of the main force against him."

"So... it wasn't a car accident?" There wouldn't be a statue of someone who died from a car accident.Harry couldn't recall the scene at that time. According to his aunt, he was also in that car.But she could only recall a blinding green light and a burning pain on her forehead.

"Of course not. They sacrificed for justice. That bad wizard chased you home and killed them." Grandpa Afu took out a letter and glanced at it. "Let's go, Harry, let's go see Look at your parents' graves, and your old houses, you and your parents used to live in this small town."

Harry still had a lot of questions in his head, but was completely absorbed by his former home.

Uncle Bruce followed Grandpa Alfred towards the church, still holding Harry in his arms, as if she had no weight at all.

Harley looked back as she crossed the street, and the statue turned into a war memorial again—maybe, she really was a wizard.

Approaching the church, the three of them turned to the cemetery behind. At this moment, Al Fu, who had been following Bruce, suddenly stopped.

Bruce turned around suspiciously holding Harry in his arms, only to see the old butler looking around with a puzzled expression.

"Suddenly I have a feeling that I really don't want to go forward," Ah Fu shook his head, trying to keep up, but he seemed unable to control his legs.

Bruce looked at the entrance of the cemetery in front of him, and then at Harry in his arms, "I guess, it might be some kind of magic again, some kind of expulsion magic, to keep ordinary people away from the cemetery..."

He put Harry down, and took her left hand instead, "Come on, pull Harry on, and try to move forward. I didn't feel anything just now, it must be because I came into contact with a wizard. After all, if a wizard who was born as an ordinary person After his death, his family also needs to pay homage, and there should be a way for ordinary people like you and me to enter the cemetery."

Grandpa Fu nodded, stepped forward and took Harry's right hand.From what Uncle Bruce said just now, Harry probably understood what was going on.So she took the hands of the two adults and led them to the narrow gate at the entrance of the cemetery.

In the setting sun, the rows of tombstones elongate their shadows and stand quietly in the colorful light spots—this is the projection of the stained glass of the church.

Harley suddenly became timid. Mom and Dad used to be just a distant symbol to him, but today's photos, statues, and stories about the sacrifice of his parents added an unprecedented sense of reality to them—there was a real couple Men and women will look at themselves with the loving eyes on the statue.

Harry stopped and let go of Grandpa Alfred and Uncle Bruce's hands.Her palms were sweating and she wiped the skirt, and she began to twist the skirt with her fingers again and again.

Looking at Ah Fu, Bruce nodded and squatted down.

He took Harry's little hand and looked at the pair of green eyes* which were somewhat similar to Damian's, "Harry, I also lost my parents when I was very young... At first, I didn't want to go their graves because it reminds me that they are really gone...but then i figured it out...now, i visit their graves every year. i talk to them and it makes me feel like they are there I don’t know if they can really hear these one-sided conversations, but these conversations will always remind me of what kind of person I should be.”

"As long as you still miss them, their existence will not really die," he gently tapped the center of Harry's chest, "They will live in your heart.*"

Harley nodded half-understanding, and let go of the corner of her skirt. Mom and Dad must also hope that they can come and see them.

She let Grandpa Afu lead her past rows of tombstones. Grandpa Afu walked steadily, and seemed to know exactly where her parents were.

"This... it should be here..." Grandpa Afu stopped in front of a piece of white marble.

Harley burst into tears unknowingly as soon as she saw the large, easily legible characters on the marble.It was a kind of grief that oppressed her heart that she had never experienced before, and made her tremble slightly.

The inscription on the tombstone seemed to be shining in the sunlight, and Harry wondered if it was magic.The inscription records the names of the parents, James Potter, Lily Potter, and their dates of birth and death.Date of death, October 1981, 10.

Harley recited this cold date silently in her heart, letting her tears pour down. On this day, she lost her parents and became an orphan.Uncle Bruce said that he would talk to Mom and Dad... But Harry didn't want to say it at all now, and she even hoped that she could be buried with them in this land dyed red by the setting sun.

Why that bad wizard would keep himself alive, Harry didn't understand.

At this time, Bruce, who had been standing silently beside Harry, squatted down, picked Harry up, and let her lie on his shoulders.His free other hand touched the old housekeeper's shoulder.Lying here are the relatives of their grandparents and grandchildren.

"I'm... not bad," Alfred patted Bruce's hand on his shoulder, "We should bring some flowers, I didn't think of it just now."

As soon as Ah Fu finished speaking, Bruce saw two wild flowers* blooming on the weeds beside the tombstone at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Both he and Ah Fu stared at the spectacle. "Harry..." Bruce turned his head and asked the little witch on his shoulder, "Did you do this?"

Harley had stopped crying at this moment, she rubbed her eyes, "I...I don't know, just now I heard Grandpa Afu said that I didn't bring flowers, I just thought about how nice it would be to have flowers..."

Ah Fu smiled, bent down and stretched out his hand, and was about to pick off the two magic flowers, but suddenly hesitated, "...let them bloom next to the tombstone."

The three of them remained silent for a while in front of the tombstone.

"The last enemy to be destroyed is death..." Bruce whispered the inscription at the bottom of the tombstone, "The League of Assassins will agree with this sentence very much, considering that their leaders rely on the Lazarus Pool to maintain their eternal life," this mysterious The unpredictable tune is probably left by Dumbledore, and Dumbledore may never meet the Riddler.

"I don't think he's referring to Lars al-Ghul's way of defeating death," Alfred replied gently, "It refers to the way of death while still alive. I prefer to choose to believe that."

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The warm sunset pulled out the long shadows of the rows of tombstones. Harry lay on Uncle Bruce's broad shoulders, looking at the tombstones that were getting farther and farther away as they left, as if to be firmly engraved in the memory generally.

"We will bring you back to see them once a year," Uncle Bruce seemed to read Harry's mind, and he patted Harry's back lightly.

Harry nodded slightly, inhaling the soothing scent of his uncle's shoulders.

Walking out of the cemetery, Alfred took out the note written by Dumbledore, compared it with the street scene of the town, and pointed to a street that seemed to lead to the outside of the village.At the end of the street it seems that the house disappears and the alley turns into a field*.

Alfred led the way, walking slowly past the houses.They didn't know which house lived in ordinary people and which house had wizards, and they didn't know what kind of magic would be used to hide Harley's parents' old house.They could only slow down and keep checking Harry's reaction.

They had almost reached the end of the street, and in front of them was the transition to the wilderness outside the town, and weeds were overgrown as far as they could see.

Harry was staring at the side of the road now, the outside of the last house, pointing to a clearing that Bruce saw as full of weeds.

"I saw an old house...weeds and rubble everywhere, and the half on the right has been blown up," Harry turned his head. "This is my home... my old home, right?"

"I guess so," Bruce nodded, "but your grandpa and I can't see it at all this time."

Alfred stepped forward and felt in the void. Harry was surprised to see that he had already touched the heavily rusted iron door, but passed through it.

"It seems that they have used some method to completely hide it from ordinary people," Alfred said, he reached out and hugged Harry in Bruce's arms, and put her down, "It seems that you need to explore by yourself. "

The author has something to say:

*The description of the statue is partially rewritten from the original text of Ha 7.The original text is on a snowy night, here is the sunset in summer.

*The birds will come out in the next chapter.As soon as I wrote about the interaction between the three, I couldn't help but write in detail... Harley actually has a similar fate to several members of the Bat family, and I really want to write this kind of resonance.

*cp decides you Mr. Mi!Mr. Mi's phone is about to explode in the past few days!Mr. Mi is indeed a good young man with all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor. Apart from being relatively small and cruel in the early days and loving to chop people with a big knife, he has almost no shortcomings. Please also resist the urge to hit him, hey hey hey

*Damian's eye color is set according to the animation, it is also green, fate, fate