I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

Clearly, the fragments of Voldemort's soul that were separated in the Hufflepuff Cup did not possess the ability to communicate with each other, unlike the diary.

It can only be said that even among Horcruxes, the diary is unique to Scorpion.

Li Lin suspected that Voldemort himself didn't know what the Hufflepuff's cup was for, otherwise he wouldn't have been so arrogant as to put his own soul fragments into the cup to cosplay as Angra Mainyu... Li Lin muttered to himself while scratching the surface of the cup with his fingernails.

hum-

It's unclear what it touched, but a soft sound came from the cup, followed by wisps of blue smoke rising from the Hufflepuff Gold Cup, where lightning and phantoms intertwined.

"What cool special effects!"

Li Lin exclaimed "Awesome!" while the diary, which witnessed everything, was terrified.

Tom could sense that the other self inside the golden cup had been forcibly distorted, changed, and transformed by some force, completely losing its self and becoming a completely different thing.

[Characteristic: Abundance. What was it used for before? Can it still satisfy my thirst now?]

By placing certain things into the golden cup, you will receive a corresponding "gift," which may satisfy your appetite or quell the desires of your soul, preventing them from turning against you.

Li Lin grasped the handle of the golden cup, turned it over, and a deep purple crystal fell into his palm.

The purple crystal shimmered softly in my palm, like a twinkling star.

Li Lin raised his hand, trembling, his expression excited, and murmured, "Energy Amethyst..."

119 Yeah, today was the happiest day ever! (Raises a glass)

"Voldemort, so you're the Tiger King after all."

Tom didn't know what the Tiger King was, nor did he want to know.

Li Lin picked up the purple object and shook it gently. Following his movement, a smell that was both fragrant and foul wafted out... Note that it wasn't the smell of stinky tofu, fermented bean curd, and lemon, but rather the smell of burnt toilet paper.

"This energy amethyst is poisonous!" Li Lin exclaimed.

No... I don't think this is poison...

The diary offered no explanation.

"Nonsense, do you need to tell me whether it's poisonous or not?" Li Lin rolled his eyes dismissively. "I can tell at a glance that it's not poisonous."

Tom in his diary slapped himself in frustration, regretting that he hadn't gone to talk to her.

This thing is not poison, but rather a manifestation of lifespan.

A person's lifespan is finite; this is the limitation imposed by time itself on all living things. The dead always go to the underworld after death, or are on the road to the underworld.

The deity who governs death and the path to Mansu is Sichen Xindan, who also has a code of conduct for casting images within the realm.

Xin Dan, meaning dawn, existed in ancient times as one of the many aspects of the sun. After the sun was shattered, it became the new celestial keeper, ruling at one o'clock in the afternoon.

Si Chen Xin Dan is not merciful, and He is almost harsh on matters of lifespan, making Him a professional Yama (King of Hell).

Li Lin didn't know what the lifespan carriers allowed in Xindan looked like, but judging from this atypical thing, a fragment of Voldemort's soul in a Horcrux could add a full seven years to Li Lin's lifespan.

This is of great significance to Master Li, whose spellcasting involves burning red bars. It seems necessary to get the remaining Horcruxes before Dumbledore does.

Since contracting Oripathy, although the lifespan limit has had little effect on a ruthless scoundrel like Li Lin, no one can refuse to live a little longer.

The Hufflepuff Cup... is probably even more important to Li Lin, since he was able to turn Voldemort's soul fragments into lifespan thanks to this artifact.

Why? Why can this cup be used like this?

Li Lin sat in a high-backed chair, swirling a glass of red wine, her lips stained as if with blood—an unusual beauty, an unforgivable sin.

Tom was both shocked and frightened when he saw all this.

Voldemort chose to turn the tiara, the chalice, and the locket into Horcruxes for two reasons: firstly, to achieve immortality, and secondly, to demonstrate that his magical abilities had surpassed those of the four great masters, placing him above them.

Before actually taking action, he examined these treasures countless times. What he valued most was the Ravenclaw tiara, while what he cared about most was the Slytherin locket.

The former grants wizards wisdom, while the latter proves that he is the rightful heir of Slytherin, a true symbol of pure blood.

The Hufflepuff's golden cup, besides being able to hold lots of food and unleash various food charms... what else can it be used for? It truly echoes Rupert Hagrid's words—Hufflepuffs are a bunch of good-for-nothings, even their founder is so unambitious, it's laughable.

Tom could accept that Li Lin would use Fiendfire, the Basilisk's fangs, that unusual Killing Curse, or even the Gryffindor sword to swiftly and decisively destroy the Horcrux along with the soul fragments inside.

But he couldn't understand how Li Lin could simply shake the cup and turn another version of himself into... a kind of resource.

Tom in his diary was filled with regret. Why did he check the cup countless times, only to find it was still the same ordinary cup?

Suddenly, a possibility occurred to him.

On the diary, black ink gathered and dispersed, twisting and turning like a living thing to form words.

Could it be that you are the successor to Hufflepuff?

Li Lin, who was observing the lifespan stone through the system, said with a probe: "I'm happy, tell me more."

Just like those fools in Gryffindor, only the truly brave can draw Gryffindor's sword; and only those with the ambition to inherit Slytherin's treasures can obtain them. I believe you may be the true successor to Helga Hufflepuff.

As they talked, even Tom himself lost his confidence. Judging from the few exchanges they had, he might not be human, but Li Lin was definitely a dog.

Imagine this: Hufflepuff's motto—

Upright, loyal, honest, and undaunted by hardship.

Be true to nature and have a heart full of love.

Silence is not ignorance but perseverance; diligence is based on ideals and manifested in practice.

We will never back down in the face of right and wrong.

It seems that none of the above criteria apply to Master Li. Could it be that Hufflepuff himself had unrecorded wishes that resonated with Li Lin a thousand years later?

"Well said!" Li Lin, sitting at the table, had a bright look in his eyes. Upright, loyal, and full of love—wasn't that a true reflection of himself?

“I will go and persuade Headmaster Sprout of Hufflepuff College to step down. If she is wise and sensible, she will still receive her retirement pension. If she resists stubbornly, I will have no choice but to send her to reunite with Tom Riddle.”

"With Hufflepuff in my hand, I declare that no one can stop me, no one dares to hinder me!"

Li Lin's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he raised the golden cup in his hand. "Yes, today is the happiest day of the year."

No, I think that's still too absurd... You're more like Slytherin than Hufflepuff.

Tom thought he had misjudged the situation. How could the successor of Hufflepuff be such an ambitious man who was even more impulsive than himself?

"What the hell did you say?" Li Lin slammed his golden cup down on the table and said righteously, "Hogwarts has become like this, and these worms living in the magic school are all to blame! Watch me send Grindelwald here to send them to heaven one by one!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Lin felt a surge of excitement, and the more he thought about it, the more confident he was that his plan would succeed.

"I've had my eye on that old bee for a long time!" Li Lin casually pulled out a crowbar. "Let's go, let's go beat up that old bastard Dumbledore first."

Once I get rid of Dumbledore, I will be the rightful headmaster of Hogwarts. Then I can secretly order the students to put yellow robes on me. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Don't act impulsively!

Tom in the diary was terrified. They were chatting just fine before, so why did he suddenly get so worked up and want to go and fight Dumbledore?

In his current state, he'll probably be arrested before he can even take two steps to seize power. The key is that if Master Li is arrested, how can he possibly escape with his handless and footless diary?

Tom suddenly transformed into a caring older sister, earnestly advising Li Lin not to do anything foolish.

[Dumbledore is powerful, and he has supporters like McGonagall and Flitwick. Although you are strong and can fight that old bee one-on-one, those shameless white wizards swarming in will definitely cause damage to Hogwarts... If you become the headmaster of Hogwarts in the future, facing a dilapidated magic school, the price will be too heavy.]

[Perhaps we should remain hidden for now; I know of a secret chamber in Slytherin...]

"Damn it, why should I, the Great Immortal Venerable, need to explain my actions to others?" Li Lin said indignantly. However, as a national-level player who had given up easily, Master Li lost all motivation after shouting his slogan.

"Although I know the suffering of the common people, I have no intention of vying for power." Li Lin shook his head with compassion.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Who is knocking on my window?

Li Lin put away the golden cup, the life-saving stone, the crowbar, and the constantly protesting diary.

“I’m knocking on your door, Mr. Aatrox,” Professor Flitwick’s distinctive high-pitched voice rang out from outside. “May I come in? I have some questions for you.”

“May I ask you something?” (meaningful). Li Lin opened the door, his beast-like gaze fixed on Flitwick. “Professor, your hair has turned white.”

“Indeed, I’ve been at Hogwarts for many years.” Professor Flitwick wasn’t surprised by Li Lin’s rambling. He chuckled and scratched his head. “Mr. Aatrox, I’d like to ask, is the Disarming Charm you taught your students… the secret technique you mentioned?”

Li Lin's eyes widened as he suddenly remembered that Flitwick was also a supporter of Dumbledore.

To get rid of the old bee, you must first attack its left and right sides.

Half an hour later, Frivi left Li Lin's office with a satisfied look in his eyes, which were even brighter, as if they were about to radiate light.

On the dark green tabletop, around the card representing Felius Frivi, two more cards of Enchantedness had appeared at some point.

120 winter

On the tower of Hogwarts, the evening wind howled. Looking out the window at the distant fields, the hazy outlines were shrouded in the night. Further away, on the cliff, the lighthouse turned its dim and distant light every ten minutes.

The dormitories of the four houses are different. For example, Hufflepuff's dormitories are right next to the dining hall, which makes it quite convenient for Badger students to get up in the middle of the night to get some fries.

Slytherin dormitories were at the bottom of the lake. They had to go through a dark and damp door in the basement to get to their common room. In their spare time, they could look out at the giant squid through the somewhat eerie windows.

Both Gryffindor and Ravenclaw dormitories are in towers, but Gryffindor is not bound by height because their house symbol is the "lion." In French, Gryffindor means "golden griffin," and the name griffin means griffin, symbolizing control over the heavens and the earth.

Therefore, the spirited youngsters of Gryffindor are scattered throughout the Gryffindor Tower, while Ravenclaws live at the top of Ravenclaw Tower, the place closest to the sky in all of Hogwarts.

The cool night air seeped into the dormitory through the window. Qiu Zhang reached out and lit the magic candle on the bedside table. The warm light forced open the falling night curtain.