Dumbledore's Sudden Visit

"Neighbors?"

Fred looked at the witch some distance away and thought hard, but he simply could not remember having a neighbor like her.

It was not until George reminded him that he realized this was Godric's Hollow, not Ottery St. Catchpole. Naturally, he had never met any of the neighbors here.

"Do I need to invite her in?" Fred hesitated for a moment.

Protected by the Fidelius Charm, the witch should only have been able to see part of the wedding—the area outside the magical boundary. If she wanted to join them, someone would have to tell her the exact address.

But he did not know her, so he could not make up his mind.

"Oh, it's an honor to meet you, Ms. Bathilda Bagshot!"

Just then, Mr. Weasley, who was in charge of keeping watch, noticed what was happening and hurried over with Sirius.

His movement drew even more attention, and everyone turned to look.

"Bathilda Bagshot?" Ron scratched his head. "That sounds so familiar. Why do I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before?"

"If you didn't sleep through class." Hermione glanced at him. "You'd definitely realize that she's the author of History of Magic."

"Oh, I remember now." Harry slapped his thigh. "No wonder. I saw her name on the book list.

"But Hermione, you can't blame us. No one can stay awake through History of Magic all the time. I'd bet even you can't do it."

"But at least I've read the book." Hermione's face flushed slightly as she glared irritably at Harry and Ron, united against her. "Unlike you two. Six years, and you still don't even know who wrote it."

Harry and Ron fell silent.

Hermione could not be bothered with them anymore. She looked back toward where Mr. Weasley had gone and