Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

After flying forward for about 5 minutes, Ivan looked down, looking for a suitable landing place.

They are going back to No. 12 Grimmauld Place to study the gold cup and title deed they just obtained, while the dragon continues to fly. It is best for the following Death Eaters to think that they are still sitting on the dragon's back, misleading them to chase further and further away .

The uproar in Gringotts just now was bigger than expected. Aiwen originally planned to sneak in quietly and leave quietly after getting the things. He didn't want to make such a big scene, and he didn't know when Voldemort would know They broke into the Lestrange family vault?How long would it take the goblins of Gringotts to find Bellatrix under the ruins of the vault?

Also, how long will it take for them to find out what Aiwen and the others stole?

As long as Bellatrix wakes up, it should be clear soon that Ivan and the others took the gold cup.

Eventually, Voldemort would know that they were looking for Horcruxes.

He would then soon discover that all of the Horcruxes he had made had been destroyed, except for the Cthulhu statue.

Voldemort would certainly be furious, but what use would he need Horcruxes when he became the evil god?

Thinking of this, Ai Wen raised the dragon a little higher, and covered the dragon's figure with wisps of cold clouds, so as not to let the Muggles in the tall buildings see them.

Behind Ivan, the excitement in Harry's body gradually passed.

He looked around, vaguely feeling that the scar was stinging.

For a while, he seemed to see a new vision. It was a dark room, a leaky and moldy room.

He stood in the middle of the room, his wand raised lightly, in total darkness.

"Don't know anything?" he said in a grim voice, "but even trash has its uses..."

In the darkness ahead of him stood a huddled figure, trembling, as if it had just been tortured by Voldemort.

Who is this?

Harry opened his eyes wide, trying to see the person opposite him clearly. The figure of this person made him very familiar. Fear oppressed him in the darkness. Harry felt more and more worried. He felt uneasy. The least expected, worst thing happened.

Just as he passed through the dense darkness and saw clearly the figure opposite Voldemort, a burst of hurried footsteps came from a distance.

Voldemort turned quickly, there was a violent shake, and Harry opened his eyes again.

He found himself lying on the grass, the cool night wind was blowing slowly, and the sound of insects rang in his ears.

The dragon had disappeared, and Aiwen, Hermione, and Elaine were surrounding him with expressions of concern.

"Does he know?" Ivan asked.

"Not yet, but it should be soon. I heard footsteps. Someone must have informed him of this." Harry panted.

"Then what was he doing before? Just when you got into his head..."

Harry stared at Ivan blankly, as if he felt that his question was particularly terrifying.

Chapter 1633 The Destroyed Gold Cup

"He's torturing a man..." Harry gasped violently, trying to get more fresh air.

"who is it?"

"I don't know, I didn't see clearly!" said Harry, trying to recall what he had just seen.

A huge fear rose again, and anxiety occupied his body and mind. The trembling figure in the dark corner seemed to be...

Harry shook his head vigorously, and said again stubbornly, "I don't know, I didn't see clearly!"

"Well, no matter who the unlucky guy is, it has nothing to do with our plan." Ivan felt that the person Voldemort was torturing might be Ollivander or Gregorovich. Although he sympathized with their experience, but There is nothing he can do now, he thought for a while and continued, "Let's go back."

They needed a quiet place now to decipher the secrets of the Slytherin deeds and Hufflepuff's cup.

"Any news from Ron?" Harry asked suddenly.

"No!" Ivan looked at him strangely.

Why did you bring up Ron all of a sudden? !

They just escaped from Gringotts and no one saw them, so how could there be news of Ron.

"You're confused, Harry, we haven't seen Sirius yet!" said Hermione.

"Oh, I must have mixed up the time." Harry replied insincerely, clutching his scar hard.

He didn't confuse the time, nor was he worried about this, but the figure he saw in Voldemort's head just now...

He had a feeling, a feeling that frightened him, that the trembling figure in the dark seemed to be Ron!

Even with the deep darkness covering him, Harry still felt that the person opposite him was very familiar. This feeling of familiarity was like... every night when sleeping in the bedroom, looking across the aisle to the figure on the four-poster bed next to him.

Yes, Harry was very familiar with this, he and Ron had been roommates for six full years.

Every night for six years, as long as he turned his head, he could see that figure.

No one was more familiar with Ron's body in the dark than he, not even the Weasleys, but in that musty room just now, the more intense darkness made this feeling void.

As time went on, Harry wasn't quite sure again.

Voldemort couldn't have caught Ron, could he?

Even if he was caught, he would not be interrogated in person.

It doesn't make any sense, Voldemort won't waste time on this matter, and Harry still remembers Voldemort's emotions just now, when he didn't get any news, he didn't seem angry, but a little bit of joy.

This in itself is abnormal. If Ron can't tell the whereabouts of Ivan and Harry, why should Voldemort be happy? !

"Well, I wish the Order of the Phoenix had found Ron," said Hermione worriedly. "Poor Ron, he must be all alone now..."

Hermione's voice reached his ears, and the uneasiness seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, Harry repeatedly told himself not to think too much.

"He probably hid, because he was too scared, and hid in a place where neither the Order nor the Death Eaters could find him."

"It's possible that Ron is actually quite smart, and he will protect himself. Are you really okay, Harry?" Ivan asked, noticing that Harry was a little abnormal.

"Nothing," said Harry flusteredly, looking around, "Where's the dragon?"

"Fly away, it'll keep flying south across the channel, the Death Eaters will have a hard time catching up to it, hopefully they'll think we're still on the dragon's back, if only the Death Eaters were that stupid It's gone." Ivan said, pulling Harry up from the ground, "Come on, Harry, hold on for a while, this place is not safe, we'd better go back quickly..."

A few seconds later, the four returned to the familiar, dilapidated house, 12 Grimmauld Place.

The inside of the house was exactly the same as when he left in the morning. Kreacher greeted him with slippers, but Sirius had never been there.

This showed that the Order of the Phoenix did not find Ron, and this news seemed to cast a shadow over the hearts of the four.

In a strange tacit understanding, no one mentioned Ron.

In the grate of the kitchen, the fire was burning tenaciously, reflecting on the cold and hard stone wall to create an illusion of comfort.

The four sat around the small round table, Kreacher brought dinner, and Ivan took out the Slytherin family's land deed and Hufflepuff's gold cup.

At the same time, the poisonous fangs of the basilisk were also taken out. This golden cup is still Voldemort's Horcrux and needs to be dealt with.

Aiwen raised the gold cup and looked at it carefully, carefully looking at the patterns on it.

"The Craft of a House-Elf..."

Not as rough as imagined, the craftsmanship of this gold cup is quite exquisite.

The badger on the top is carved vividly, and the intricate and exquisite patterns on the cup give people a pleasing feeling.

Not to mention house elves, even a wizard would need a lot of effort to make such a golden cup.

Ivan's finger stroked the Hufflepuff badger on the gold cup. The next second, the badger moved, and it turned to look at Ivan. Then, Ivan heard someone talking to him in his mind, it was Tom Riddle's voice.

The voice was exactly the same as that heard in Dumbledore's Pensieve, and the voice belonged to a young Tom Riddle.

Riddle's tone was mild, polite and gentle, and he was introducing himself to Ivan.

Compared with the soul fragments in Slytherin's locket that directly tempt Ivan, Riddle in the gold cup has made great progress. He is more charming and confusing, but he is also familiar with the formula, Familiar taste, familiar routine.

After destroying so many horcruxes, Ivan was a little tired of Voldemort's horcruxes.

"No progress, Tom!" he said softly.

The next second, he grabbed the basilisk's fangs on the table and stabbed fiercely at the golden cup.

The fangs stabbed the badger on the golden cup, a burst of black smoke came out, and the badger on the cup was quickly corroded.

A sharp and piercing scream sounded from the golden cup, and a human face made of magic, nihility, and a hideous expression came out from the place where Aiwen pierced. It wailed and rushed directly to Aiwen.

Tom Riddle's face passed through Ivan's body and dissipated into the air.

"Very good. In this way, we destroyed another mixer, and we are one step closer to victory." Aiwen said, took out his wand and tapped lightly on the gold cup, "Restored as before!"

Jinbei quickly repaired, returning to its previous appearance at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Chapter 1634 Horcrux Horcrux

The moment the basilisk's fangs hit the goblet, Harry felt a sharp prick on his scar.

He saw Tom Riddle's face in gaseous form pass through Ivan, and finally dissipated into the air with a howl.

The feeling seemed to dissipate himself, the scene in front of him disappeared, and the pain stabbed into Harry's head like a sword.

At this moment, he was standing in a dimly lit room, and the wizards formed a semicircle facing him. A trembling short figure was kneeling on the floor at his feet, and Berat, who was almost covered in bandages, was also kneeling. Ricks, the Lestrange brothers, and the two big Death Eaters, the five of them knelt not far behind the goblin.

The Death Eaters made that space out, avoiding them like the plague despite the space being crowded.

"What did you say?" Voldemort's voice was high and grim, but anger and fear burned inside.

Unlike the joy not long ago, this time the fluctuating emotions were anger, mixed with a trace of fear.

The goblin was trembling, not daring to look directly at the pair of red eyes aloft.

"Say it again!" said Voldemort in a grim voice. "Say it again!"

"Master!" stammered the goblin, his black eyes wide and full of terror, "the impostor, broke, broke into the Lestrange house's gold, vault, and down one, Vault one, belonging to the S, Slytherin family's vault... We tried, tried to stop, stop them, but no-no."

"Imposters? What impostors? I thought Gringotts had a way of identifying impostors, didn't I? Who were they?"

"Yes... yes, the boy Mae, Mason, and also Po, Potter and two or two other mates..."

"So they took something?" he said, his voice rising, and a terrible premonition seized him. "Tell me! What did they take?"

"I, we can't enter, enter the Slytherin family's vault, so, so...the Lestrange family's vault lost a small gold, gold cup, just..."

Before the goblin finished speaking, she stopped abruptly.

Screams of anger and disbelief left him as if they were strangers.

It's just a small golden cup, this goblin doesn't even know what that golden cup represents!

He's mad, enraged, it can't be true, it can't be, no one knows!

How could those two boys discover the secret? !

A wand appeared in his hand out of nowhere, and then it was slammed down from the air, and green light shot out.

The kneeling leprechaun rolled to the ground, dead.

The watching wizards fled in terror, and Bellatrix, the Lestrange brothers, and Lucius Malfoy rushed for the door, leaving everyone behind.His wand was broken again and again, and those who did not get away were killed, and none were left, because they brought him the news, because they heard about the golden cup...Harry saw it with his own eyes, before in the Leaky Cauldron The two big Death Eaters seen in the bar room didn't have time to get up and escape, so they were hit by the green light and died!

Standing alone among the dead, he flew into a rage.

Everything appeared before his eyes one by one: his treasures, his guards, his hope of immortality...

The diary has been destroyed, the gold cup has been stolen, and these idiots have screwed everything up.

What if, what if, those two boys knew something else?

Will they know?Already started?Found more?

Is Dumbledore at the root of all this?

Dumbledore, that old fellow is always suspicious of him, it's disgusting!

He saw Dumbledore's shadow, and this matter was definitely the old guy's conspiracy.

Dumbledore, the old fellow had been killed on his orders, and yet in the contemptible underworld, through the two boys.

But if those two boys had actually destroyed one of his Horcruxes, surely he, the Dark Lord Voldemort, would know, surely he would feel it?He was the greatest wizard in the world; he was the most powerful; he killed Dumbledore and many other nobodies, and he will grow stronger and become immortal!

Throughout the ages, only one wizard has done it, and he will become the second one, more powerful and invincible.

If he, himself, the most important and precious self was attacked and damaged, how could he, the Dark Lord Voldemort, not know?

Yes, he didn't feel it when the diary was destroyed, but he always thought it was because he was worse than a ghost and didn't have a body to feel it...

No, the other few must be safe, and the rest of the Horcruxes must be intact...

Although the importance of the Horcrux will be greatly reduced after achieving immortality, it is still precious and important. This is his last guarantee.