Voldemort's Wand Was Left Among the Ruins / Old Bathilda's House Holds an Inheritance

They had come to see their father and mother respectively, and their feelings were probably much more complicated than mine. Let them stay here.

Anyway, they probably wouldn't fight in front of their parents' graves.

Harry, Lupin, and the others left the graveyard and walked for a while in the village before finally arriving at a ruin that stood out starkly against the neat and tidy surroundings.

This place was also Banishing Charm, and it seemed to have never been maintained. After twelve years of neglect, the fence was a mess, and the weeds had grown to waist height, even partially obscuring the rusty doorknobs.

Most of the house's structure remains, except for the top right side... that used to be Harry's nursery, where the spell bounced back, the terrifying impact collapsing the entire room and also crushing Voldemort's ambitions.

"Why hasn't anyone renovated this place?" Hermione asked, puzzled, looking at the ruins before her.

"After the Potters passed away, the effects of the Fidelius Charm completely disappeared. Over the years, many people have come here to pay their respects, so they preserved the place as it was, turning it into a historical site."

Lupin brought his hand close to the doorknob, and with his movement, a wooden plaque miraculously emerged from the ground, as if a flower had bloomed among the withered grass.

On October 31, 1981, Lily and James Potter died here.

Their son, Harry, is the only wizard to survive the Killing Curse.

This house, invisible to Muggle, was preserved as is, as a memorial to the Potters and a warning against the violence that led to their family's destruction.

The wooden sign bore the slogan in gold lettering. In the blank spaces on the sign, many people had written their names or initials. There were also many other messages left behind, mostly expressing their gratitude for the boy who survived or wishing Harry the Boy Who Lived.

"They shouldn't have written the words directly on the sign." Hermione wasn't particularly happy about it, feeling that it was like 'tourists wantonly damaging historical sites.'

"It's just how wizards express their feelings," Lupin said softly, then looked at Harry. "Child, you may not think so yourself, but you have indeed brought courage to the entire Britain Wizarding World."

"People who think like that lack courage," Luna Lovegood commented casually.

"Hmm..." Lupin's face flushed with embarrassment at the little girl's words, but he didn't say anything more.

"Uncle Lupin, Luna Lovegood isn't targeting you," Harry quickly interjected, trying to smooth things over.

Of course, he knew very well that Luna Lovegood wasn't targeting any one person...

Rather, it's the entire Britain Wizarding World ~

Chapter 283 Voldemort's wand was lost in the ruins

"Please wait here for a moment, I need to go into my room."

After standing for a long time in front of his former home, Harry finally reached out and grasped the Scabbers doorknob.

With a slight exertion, the weathered rust was no match for his strength, and soon everything inside the house, which had been sealed away for twelve years, was revealed to Harry.

Upon entering, you first see the living room and kitchen. Despite being covered in dust, they don't appear cluttered and still look quite tidy.

This also reflects just how sudden Voldemort's arrival was.

Harry vaguely remembered that his parents were in the nursery with him at the time, and they didn't even hear the door open before Voldemort stormed up to the second floor.

From the first floor to the second, Harry thoroughly searched the living room, study, and his parents' bedroom, taking away some things he considered important.

For example, family photos, some of the mother's jewelry, the father's student council president badge, the Potter family tree, and other books and letters.

These things might not be of great value to outsiders, but they were things that Harry needed to treasure, so he carefully put them into his Space Ring.

Finally, he arrived at the ruins on the right side of the second floor.

Listening intently to the Voice of Magic emanating from the room, Harry finally confirmed his suspicions.

Besides mourning his parents, Harry also came to Godric's Hollow to search for something important.

Carefully clearing away the rubble, Harry soon spotted the chair and box his mother had used to block the door, followed by his own small cradle.

"Found it..."

Gently brushing aside the sawdust and tiles in front of the cradle, he finally found a magic wand covered in dust.

As Harry held it in his hand, the scar on his forehead throbbed slightly.

That scar was a result of the magic wand in his hand.

Thirteen and a half inches long, with a yew wood shaft and Phoenix Feather core... Voldemort's wand!

When Harry held it in his hands, he seemed to clearly see the scene from years ago replaying itself.

James the father rushed out first, but without his wand, he was no match for Voldemort... Soon, a green light flashed in the Entrance Hall.

The boy went upstairs, easily bypassed the obstacles his mother had set up, and pointed his wand at himself standing in the cradle.

'Don't kill Harry, don't kill Harry, please, don't kill Harry!'

'Don't kill Harry, please, kill me, kill me--'

'Don't kill Harry, please... have mercy... don't kill Harry! Don't kill Harry! Please... I'll do anything--'

His mother's cries echoed in his ears again, and a sense of helplessness gradually welled up in his heart... Back then, Harry could only watch helplessly as that scene unfolded, but he was powerless to stop it.

So, where in this world is there any the Boy Who Lived?

It was only because a great mother sacrificed her own life that her child survived.

Thanks to his mother's unwavering love, Voldemort ultimately reaped the consequences of his actions, his physical body shattered by the rebounding curse, leaving only his soul scattered and fleeing.

At that time, he simply didn't have the ability to take his own wand with him!

Harry was relieved that Hagrid hadn't broken the thing with his Padfoot when he picked him up; and equally relieved that neither Voldemort's Death Eater nor Albus Dumbledore's Order of the Order of the Phoenix had bothered to properly clean up the ruins of his house over the years.

Through subtle questioning of Hagrid and many others, Harry eventually learned that the wizards who came after the incident had only collected their parents' remains but had not conducted any search of the ruins.

Presumably, they felt that although Voldemort was dead, his influence still lingered, which is why they dared not stay long.

It was precisely because of this coincidence that Voldemort's wand remained in these ruins until it was found by Harry twelve years later.

The wand has a core from the same source, which is why Hermione was chosen for the Holly Wand, and it is also the third wand made from Fawkes' tail feathers.

This wand, which Ollivander described as both excellent and powerful, is the most important part of Harry's next plan. It must be given to the right person to maximize its effectiveness.

After leaving the ruins of his home, Harry noticed that someone had appeared beside Lupin and the others.

"Grandma Bathilda Bagshot?"

Looking at the elderly witch before him, whose bloated figure was completely hidden in her robes, Harry tentatively called out her name.

"Ha!" Upon hearing Harry's voice, the old witch grinned happily and clapped and nodded repeatedly at Harry.

"Bathilda Bagshot just suddenly came looking for us," Lupin explained. "We probably stayed here too long, which caught her attention. But she's really confused; she won't answer any of my questions, she just mumbles that she'll wait for you here."

"Wait for me... Grandma Bathilda Bagshot, is there something you want to tell me?" Harry asked curiously.

"The cake is still baking on the stove, and the weeping berries in the backyard have all been picked, but the house remains empty."

Bathilda Bagshot spoke in a somewhat melancholic tone, saying things that left everyone bewildered, while simultaneously reaching out and tugging at Harry's sleeve, as if trying to lead him somewhere.

"They probably want to invite us over," Luna Lovegood said, tilting her head.

"Then please take us there." Harry thought for a moment and decided to go with Bathilda Bagshot.

The other party seems to be an old friend of my family; perhaps they have some instructions to give me.

"Harry, what about Uncle Black and Professor Snape?" Hermione looked towards the cemetery, where two people were still lying.

"They know this place much better than we do, ignore them." Harry simply ignored his godfather and mentor.

Perhaps it's a good thing to let these two guys who can't stand each other have some time alone.

Bathilda Bagshot was indeed old, and she moved very slowly. Harry and the others patiently followed her for a while before finally seeing her house at the end of a path.

The courtyard of that house was so dilapidated that it was almost as run-down as his own old home.

Bathilda Bagshot fumbled for his key on the door for a while before finally opening it and letting Harry and the others in.

"Ugh... it's burnt." As soon as she entered the room, Luna Lovegood unconsciously wrinkled her nose.

The room was filled with a burnt smell, and after looking around, they discovered that it was coming from a Cauldron sitting in a furnace.

Bathilda Bagshot seemed to be cooking something, perhaps something she had prepared in advance to serve Harry and the others after discovering them, but it was probably completely burnt now.

"She seems completely incapable of taking care of herself, and may even have forgotten that she is a wizard."

As Bathilda Bagshot paced back and forth in the room trying to light the candles, Hermione hesitated, unsure whether she should use her wand to help.

"I'll do it." Seeing this, Harry stepped forward, took the matches from Bathilda Bagshot's hand, and lit the candles throughout the room for her.

"Haha! It's lit up! You can clearly see the baby from back then." Bathilda Bagshot clapped his hands excitedly, then stared intently at Harry's face.

After a while, she seemed to remember something, and hurriedly rummaged through a cabinet in the corner of the room, pulled out an old envelope, and stuffed it into Harry's hand.

Inside the envelope was a golden key and a note written by Harry's mother.

Chapter 284 Old Bathilda's family had an inheritance.

Dear old Bathilda:

I'm sorry to start with this, but James and I are genuinely worried that you'll forget everything someday, because you are indeed a bit confused right now.

Just like what you told me before about Dumbledore becoming friends with Gellert Grindelwald, I later relayed it to Sirius, who, although busy with the Order of the Order of the Phoenix, still found time to write us a reply.

In his reply, he also felt that the Dumbledore story wasn't true, so it must have just been a joke of yours, right?

After all, Dumbledore was such a great wizard, and didn't he personally defeat Grindelwald?

Actually, the reason we're writing this letter to you is also related to Dumbledore.

He recently gave us the idea of Fidelius Charm, which would protect our house soon and prevent Harry from being found by that terrible Dark Lord again.

We wanted to share this good news with you right away, but then we thought, if we do that, poor old Bathilda, you won't be able to see us often, and you certainly won't be able to see Harry often.

That's such a shame, considering how much you love him...

Never mind that... Old Bathilda, if it's alright, James and I would like to ask you for a favor.

After discussing it, we've decided to ask you to safeguard the inheritance left to us by Harry's grandfather, Fleamont Potter. It's stored in a vault on the lowest level of Gringotts, and we'd like to leave the key with you.

You know, Harry's grandfather had always been looking forward to James's child, but unfortunately, due to Dragon Pox, neither he nor Harry's grandmother were able to see Harry's birth.

The Potter family's ancestral property is an inheritance passed directly to Harry, and James and I have no right to handle it, nor is it possible to do so under the current circumstances. Therefore, we would like to temporarily store it with you and hope that you will be a witness to this inheritance.

When Harry grows up, or something even better happens—like the Dark Lord being completely defeated—then you, the one who Harry the most, will personally hand over the key to him.

In short, we'll be using the Fidelius Charm tomorrow, and after that, we probably won't have many chances to meet again. So, I'm entrusting this future treasure to Harry.

Finally, James and I sincerely hope that you will always be healthy and well, and that you will stay with us as Harry grows up.

Boundless love

Friday, October 23, 1981

After reading his mother's letter to Bathilda Bagshot, Harry couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

In those days, so many regrets occurred. Whether it was their own parents, their own grandparents, or the person in front of them, Bathilda Bagshot, they all had many unfulfilled wishes.

Looking up at the old man in front of him, Harry noticed that the man's eyes had become even more cloudy than before.

"Just one week... only one week, and we'll never see each other again!"

She gripped Harry's hand tightly, letting out hoarse sobs... As Harry gently held the old witch in his arms to comfort her, Harry could feel the trembling emanating from her aged body.

Yes, it's only been a week.

The Fidelius Charm provided by Dumbledore was originally intended as a safety net for his parents, but due to entrusting it to the wrong person, it inadvertently became the death knell that led to the tragedy.

The poor old Bathilda before us was probably still basking in the joy brought by her mother's letter when she was suddenly struck by a heavy blow and had to be separated from her parents forever.

"The baby from back then has returned, and grown up," Bathilda Bagshot looked at Harry with eager eyes. "Like his father, eyes like his mother, very good! Old Bathilda here... not good, so now I'm handing it over to you."

Bathilda Bagshot's tone was agitated, but a clear sense of apology gradually appeared on her face. She reached out a withered hand and grabbed her sparse hair, as if complaining about her increasingly poor brain.

Just as his mother said, Bathilda Bagshot himself knew she was going to become completely confused, and was therefore worried that she wouldn't even be able to hand over the letters and keys to Harry.

"Grandma Bathilda Bagshot, may we stay here tonight?"