"Oh my God. Blake drew his wand and pointed to the base of the Iron Door, repairing it.

"Shall we go in and find it, is the house secure—oh, Gildero, look!"

They had touched a little magic: a wooden sign rose from the ground in front of them, and emerged from a mess of nettles and weeds, like some strange, rapidly growing flower.

The gold letters on the sign read:

On October 31, 1981, Lily and James Potter were killed here, and their son Harry was the only wizard to survive the death curse.

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"I read in a magazine in the United States that Mr. Lockhart also survived the curse of death, is that true?" asked Albert curiously. "Did you find a way to resist the Death Curse, or did you?"

"How is that possible...... There was no other way to deal with the death curse, either dodge or block it, and I survived after being unconscious for a long time. Harry, on the other hand, was not only fine, but he also killed all the murderers. ”

"But you've survived the curse, and you can't kill Ginny, she's just being controlled. Hermione said dissatisfiedly, "Harry is on his mother's protection, and you're on your own!"

"Well, I'm on my own. Lockhart smiled and put his arm around Hermione affectionately and kissed her little head with a red hood.

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Harry and Black were the first to enter the courtyard, and the group passed by the wooden sign that had grown out of the weeds, and there were other words on it:

The Muggle Invisible House was left untouched as a way to commemorate the Potters and to warn them of the violence that caused their family.

Next to these neat handwritings, there are various inscriptions, written by the sorcerer who came to pay homage to the place where the "boy who survived the great disaster" escaped death. Some just wrote their names in ink that never faded, some carved their initials on wooden plaques, and some wrote messages. The most recent ones sparkle on sixteen years of magical graffiti, and the content is about the same.

Good luck. Harry, wherever you are.

Hope you read, Harry, we've got your back!

Long live Harry Potter.

They shouldn't be written on the sign!" Hermione said dissatisfied.

But Harry smiled cheerfully at her, "Very well, I'm glad they did, I feel the kindness from them." ”

They pushed the door in, which Hagrid might have broken when he came to pick up Harry, and with a slight push it fell straight down, smashing into a cloud of dust on the ground. Inside, it was still the same: cabinets that had fallen to the ground and shattered, messy furniture.

Walk up the open-air, crumbling staircase. They entered the room where Harry had bounced off Voldemort's spell, the table and the small cradle that had been smashed by the rubble when the spell exploded, the bottle that had fallen to the ground, the three-legged cradle, and the gray-black curtains that had gently rippled in the wind......

"Woo......" Blake covered his mouth and nose and began to cry again.

"Alright Siris, don't be sad. Harry comforted him in turn.

"Harry, can you feel the presence of the Horcruxes. Hermione was the first to think about it, "Like the professor said, lift the Occlumency, sense?"

Lockhart and Albert also turned their gaze to Harry, if they could find the Horcrux so easily. That couldn't be better.

Harry closed his eyes, and after a moment, opened them and shook his head, "No, only strong malice emanating from these destroyed things. I don't understand what kind of mentality he was attacking me at the time. ”

"For some reason we don't know, he completely believed that prophecy. Lockhart walked up and down in the room with a broken roof and ruined walls. No anomalies were noted.

"If you can't find it, let's go. Blake said he was in a bad mood to come back to the old place. That night more than a dozen years ago, he was self-righteously keeping him a secret for the Death Eaters. But when he couldn't catch him and was complacent, he couldn't guess that the wormtail he trusted had sold the Potters. Unbeknownst to him, the mysterious man is stepping into the realm of the Cruel Loyalty Curse without any hindrance, intending to destroy his best friend.

By the time he received the news and rushed back to here, Harry had been taken away, his body had been disposed of by the Ministry of Magic, and he had been arrested by the Ministry of Magic in the pursuit of Peter.

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Nothing was found, but the mood of the crowd got worse as they visited the site. Lockhart left with the group, and Arthur sent him some more messages in a note, about Manjik's schedule of activities and the family's situation. He was going to hurry to Ms. Bathilda Bassat and ask her if she knew anything after living for a hundred and fifty years.

Blake, who had lived for a while at Potter's house in Godric's Hollow after being kicked out of the family, was familiar with the wizarding family here, and after passing a few houses, he led the group past a few houses and turned to a doorway to Lady Bathilda's house.

"Lady Bathilda is a well-known historian of magic in the British wizarding world and the author of a textbook on the history of magic at Hogwarts. Hermione introduced Albert, an American boy who didn't know Bathilda at all.

They followed Black through the small door, through a garden almost as deserted as the one before, and he knocked on the door. After a while, an old female voice rang out behind the door.

"Who?"

"It's me, Lady Bathilda, Cyris Black, do you remember me? Blake said.

A few seconds later, the door opened, and a short, rickety, gray-haired woman stood behind it.

"What are you doing here?" she looked out the door warily, ho! "You guys—well, come in. ”

Although the room was lit, it was very dark, and the smell of old musty, dust, and dirty clothes reached everyone's noses, and she sat down in a broken chair: "You shouldn't have come, the wizards' gathering place is their focus area." ”

"Lady Bathilda, we're here to ask for your help with the mysterious Horcrux—" Harry said, "do you know some clues about it or a way to destroy it?" ”

"I don't know what a Horcrux is, let alone a way to destroy it," the old lady said angrily, "I'm a student of magical history, and it's okay if you ask me questions about history or ancient magic texts...... Oh my God, the Ministry of Magic is here to ask if I know your whereabouts, but it's a good thing you didn't come before them!"

"They're coming to ask you too?" Blake asked.

"And it's not just them! And that damn Rita Skeeter, who actually came to visit me on the spot, and then put a spitting potion in the tea I was drinking, cough ......" She coughed angrily, and Hermione quickly gave her a few gentle pats on the back.

"She's actually giving you a real elixir, it's too ...... It's so rude!" Hermione said angrily. "But what does she want to know?"

"You know, Dumbledore is dead, and he has somehow become the most hidden dark wizard in history, and the people at the Ministry of Magic must want to continue to smear him, and Skeeter may have been tasked with writing a biography of Dumbledore to prove to the public that he had a tendency to become a dark wizard since he was a child. ”

"Do you still need evidence for this, wouldn't it be nice for them to just make it up?" Don't say Albert didn't understand, and neither did Harry and Black.

The old man shook his head: "The point is that Dumbledore did some stupid things when he was young, but who didn't have a little bit of ignorance when he was young, he and Grindelwald were two children...... Alas...... Look," she said, pointing to a small cabinet with a poster that appeared to have been printed by Mr. Lovegood on Lockhart's behalf, with the words Lockhart a fake at the Ministry of Magic...... There is also a book that looks very new.

Hermione walked over and took the book in her hand, and there was a note attached to its cover, and Hermione read it aloud:

Dear Ms. Basshat,

Thank you for your help

You told me everything

Although you don't remember it yourself

From Rita.

"This woman is so arrogant, she has to mock people with a real elixir. Albert frowned in disgust.

Hermione lifted the note, it was a new book, and Dumbledore stood on the cover with a blank face.

"The Deepest Hidden Dark Wizard: The Life of Dumbledore". Did she give you a copy of the book after it was published?"

"That's right, looking at the content of the book, I was asked what I was by her. Bathilda said weakly, "You can take this book if you want to read it, it looks troublesome, I can't give you any other help, so you can leave quickly." ”

"There's nothing you can do to instantly convert a large amount of mana into destructive power. "Lockhart still has a glimmer of hope, if he can improve his magic array, he should be able to destroy the Horcrux in one go.

"No, I don't study that kind of thing, I study destructive magic, that's the business of the Experimental Spells Committee!" Bathilda said angrily, "Every second you stay here is in danger, go away." ”

Lockhart knew she didn't hate them before she wanted to drive them away, it was dangerous right now, and it might be a few days before Nagini came over to murder Bathilda. He was very entangled in whether to try to ambush this snake, and finally gave up, unless Voldemort still ran to Germany to find Grindelwald to ask the whereabouts of the Elder Wand as in the original plot, otherwise if he wanted to attack this Horcrux in England, I am afraid that Voldemort would arrive in an instant.

"Lady Bathilda, I have received reliable information that someone may be trying to turn against you recently, and I suggest that you stay with your relatives for a few days. "Let's not bother for now, and I wish you good health and safety—let's go." He said to the others.

"I'll think about it, watch out on the road!"

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――(To be continued......)