They walked on, but Hermione kept thinking about another question. She was still waiting for that person to appear, though that person had yet to show up.
Would the person called Nagini really appear here?
The thought lingered in her mind, accompanied by doubt and impulse. She desperately wanted to reach into her beaded bag and take out the notebook to ask Jon, but Jon had said he would be very busy during this period and might not be able to receive her messages, so it was best not to disturb him.
But Hermione did not know what she was supposed to do.
The winter air was bitterly cold. The bone-piercing chill and the pain of cold wind drilling into her nostrils made her miserable. She drew her clothes and scarf tighter around herself, but then she caught another scent.
It was a fishy smell.
It was not pungent, rather faint. She had smelled it before.
Not long ago.
On the woman named Nagini.
She looked around and found where the smell was coming from.
Then she grabbed the boy beside her.
"Harry, stop."
"What is it?"
Harry asked in confusion. They had just reached the grave of the unknown Abbott.
"Someone's there. Someone's watching us, I can feel it.
There, beside the bushes."
They stood perfectly still, huddled together, staring at the dark edge of the graveyard.
But Harry saw nothing.
"Are you sure?"
"I saw something moving, I swear..."
Hermione broke away from Harry, freeing the arm that held her wand.
"We look like Muggles."
"Muggles who just left flowers on your parents' grave!
Harry, I believe someone's there!"
Harry thought of History of Magic, which said graveyards were haunted: what if—?
Then he heard a rustling sound and saw a small swirl of snow among the bushes