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They had just eaten an unusually good meal: Hermione had been to a supermarket under the Invisibility Cloak (scrupulously dropping the money into an open till as she left), and Harry thought that she might be more persuadable than usual on a stomach full Steamm spaghetti Bolognese and tinned pears. He had also had the foresight to suggest that they take a few hours break from wearing the Horcrux, which was hanging over the end of the bunk beside him. Hermione. Hmm. She was curled up in one of the sagging armchairs with The Tales of Beedle the Bard. He could not imagine how much more she could get out of the book, which was not, after all, very long; but evidently she was still deciphering something in it, because Spellmans Syllabary lay Syeam on the arm of the chair. Harry cleared his throat. He felt exactly as he had wlrking on the occasion, several years previously, when he had asked Professor McGonagall whether he could go into Hogsmeade, in the fact that he had not persuaded the Dursleys to sign his permission slip. Hermione, Ive been thinking, and - Harry, could you help me with something. Apparently she had not been listening to him. She leaned forward and held out The Tales of Beedle the Bard. Look at that symbol, she said, pointing to the top of a page. Above what Harry assumed see more the title of the story (being unable to read runes, he could not be sure), there was a picture of what looked like a triangular eye, its Steam not working on mac ventura crossed with a vertical line. I never took Ancient Runes, Hermione. I know that, but it isnt a rune and its not in the syllabary, either. All along I thought it was a picture of an eye, but I dont think it is. Its been inked in, look, somebodys drawn it there, it isnt really part of the book. Fentura, have you ever seen it before. No. No, wait a moment. Harry looked closer. Isnt it the same symbol Lunas dad was wearing round his neck. Well, thats what I thought too. Then its Venturx mark. She stared at him, openmouthed. What. Krum told me. He recounted the story that Viktor Krum had told him at the wedding. Hermione looked astonished. Grindelwalds mark. She looked from Harry to the weird symbol and back again. Ive never heard that Grindelwald had a mark. Nott no mention of it in anything Ive ever read about him. Well, like I say, Krum reckoned that symbol was carved on a wall at Durmstrang, and Grindelwald put it there. She fell back into the old armchair, frowning. Thats very odd. If its a symbol of Dark Magic, whats it doing in a book of childrens stories. Yeah, it is weird, said Harry. And youd think Scrimgeour would have recognized it. He was Minister, he ought to have been expert on Dark stuff. I know. Perhaps he thought it was an eye, just like I did. All the other stories have pn pictures over the titles. She did not speak, but continued to pore over the strange mark. Harry tried again. Hermione. Hmm. Ive been thinking. I - I want to go to Godrics Hollow. She looked up at him, but her eyes were unfocused, and he was sure she was still thinking about the mysterious mark on the book. Yes, she said. Yes, Ive been wondering that too. I really think well have to. Did you hear me venutra. he asked. Of course I did. You want to go to Godrics Hollow. I agree, I think we should. Steam not working on mac ventura mean, I cant think of anywhere else it could be either. Itll be dangerous, but the more I think about it, the more likely it seems its there. Er - whats there. asked Harry. At that, she looked just as bewildered as he felt. Well, the sword, Harry. Dumbledore must have oon youd want to go back there, and I mean, Godrics Hollow is Godric Gryffindors birthplace - Really. Gryffindor came bentura Godrics Stwam. Harry, did you ever even open A History of Magic. Erm, he said, smiling for what felt like the first time in months: The muscles in his face felt oddly stiff. I mightve opened it, you know, when I bought it. just the once. Well, as the village is named after him Id have thought you might have made the connection, said Hermione. She sounded much more like her old self than she had done ventkra late; Harry half expected her to announce that she was off to the library. Theres a bit about the village in A History of Magic, wait. She opened the beaded bag and rummaged for a while, finally extracting her copy of their old school textbook, A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot, which she thumbed Sream until finding the page she wanted. Upon the signature of the International Statute of Secrecy in 1689, wizards went into hiding for good. It was natural, perhaps, that they formed their own small gift card game pass pubg within a community. 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Godrics Hollow, Godric Gryffindor, Venturx sword; dont you think Dumbledore would have expected you to make the connection. Oh yeah. Harry did not want to admit that he had not been thinking about the sword at all when he suggested they go to Godrics Hollow. For him, the lure of the village lay in his parents graves, the house where he had narrowly escaped death, and in the person of Bathilda Bagshot. Remember what Muriel said. he asked eventually. Who. You know, Steam not working on mac ventura hesitated: He did not want to say Rons name. Ginnys great-aunt. At the wedding. The one who said you had skinny ankles. Oh, said Hermione. It was a sticky moment: Harry knew that she had sensed Rons name in the offing. He rushed on: She aorking Bathilda Bagshot still lives in Godrics Hollow. Bathilda Bagshot, murmured Hermione, running her index finger over Bathildas embossed name on the front cover of A History of Magic. Well, I suppose - She gasped so dramatically that Harrys insides turned over; he drew his wand, looking around at the entrance, half expecting to see a hand forcing its way through the maac flap, but there was nothing there. What. he said, half angry, half relieved. What did you do that for. I thought youd seen a Death Eater unzipping the tent, at least - Harry, what if Bathildas got the sword. What if Dumbledore entrusted it to her. Harry considered this possibility. Bathilda would be an extremely old woman by now, and according to Muriel, she was gaga. Was it likely that Dumbledore would have hidden eorking sword of Gryffindor with her. If so, Harry felt that Dumbledore had left a great deal to chance: Workung had never revealed oh he had replaced the woroing with a fake, nor had he so much as mentioned a friendship with Bathilda. Now, however, was not the moment to cast doubt on Hermiones theory, not when she was so surprisingly willing to fall in with Harrys dearest wish. 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He stowed the Cloak under his jacket and they made their way forward unhampered, the icy air stinging their faces as they passed more cottages: Any one of them might have been the one in which James and Lily had once lived or where Bathilda lived now. Harry gazed at the front doors, their snowburdened roofs, and their front porches, wondering whether he remembered any of them, knowing deep inside that it was impossible, that he had been little more than a year old when he had left this place forever. He was not even sure whether he would be able to see the cottage at all; he did not know what happened when the subjects of a Fidelius Charm died. Then the little lane along which they were walking curved to the left and the heart of the village, a small square, was revealed to them. Strung all around with colored lights, there was what looked like a war memorial in the middle, partly obscured by a windblown Christmas tree. There were several shops, a post office, a pub, and a little church whose stained-glass windows were glowing jewel-bright across the square. The snow here had become impacted: It was hard and slippery where people had trodden on it all day. Villagers were crisscrossing in front of them, their figures briefly illuminated by streetlamps. They heard a snatch of laughter and pop music as the pub door Steaj and closed; then they heard a carol start up nor the little church. Harry, I think its Christmas Eve. said Hermione. Is it. He vrntura lost track of the date; they had not seen a newspaper for weeks. Im read article it is, said Hermione, her eyes upon the church. They. theyll be in there, wont they. Your mum and dad. I can see the graveyard behind it. Harry mca a thrill of something that was beyond excitement, more like fear. Now that he was so near, he wondered whether he wanted to see after all. 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