Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

"He is tormenting a person..." Harry gasped hard and tried to breathe in more fresh air.

"who is it?"

"I don't know, I didn't see it clearly!" said Harry, trying to remember the sight he had just seen.

The great fear rises again, the restlessness occupies his body and mind, and the figure that trembles in the dark corner seems to be...

Ha shook his head, and said stubbornly, "I don't know, I don't see it clearly!"

"Well, no matter who the unlucky one is, it has nothing to do with our plan." Aiwen felt that Voldemort was suffering from Olympus or Grigovich, although they were very sympathetic to their experience, but There is nothing to do now, he thought for a moment and continued, "Let's go back."

They now need a quiet place to break the secrets of the Slytherin family's title and Hufflepuff's gold cup.

“Is there any news from Ron?” Harry asked suddenly.

"No!" Ai Wen looked at him strangely.

Why did you suddenly mention Ron? !

They have just escaped from the Gringotts and no one has seen it. How could there be Ron’s news.

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

"Oh, I am definitely confusing the time." Ha took advantage of his scars and replied insincerely.

He didn't confuse time, he was not worried about this, but he saw the figure in the head of Voldemort.

He has a feeling, a feeling that makes him feel scared, and the figure that trembles in the dark seems to be Ron!

Even with the deep dark cover, Harry still felt familiar to the person opposite him. This familiarity is like looking at the four-poster bed next to the aisle while sleeping in the bedroom every night.

Yes, Harry is very familiar with this. He and Ron have been a roommate for six years.

Every night in six years, he just turned his head and could see the figure.

No one is more familiar with Ron's body than in the dark, even if the Weasleys are not good, but in the room full of moldy taste, the more intense darkness makes this feeling become nothing.

As time went by, Harry was not very sure.

Voldemort couldn't catch Ron, didn't he?

Even if he really caught him, he would not personally interrogate him.

There is no point in this. Voldemort will not waste time on this matter, and Harry still remembers the emotions of Voldemort just now, when no news is available, but it does not seem angry, but there is a hint of joy.

This is very unusual in itself. If Ron can't say the whereabouts of Avon and Harry, what reason does Voldemort have to be happy? !

"Oh, I really hope that the Phoenix has found Ron," Hermione said worriedly. "Poor Ron, he is definitely a lonely person now..."

Hermione's voice reached the ear, and the sense of uneasiness seemed to get stronger and stronger. Harry repeatedly told himself not to think too much.

"He might have hid because he was too scared to hide in a place where the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters could not find it."

"There is such a possibility, Ron is actually very smart, he will protect himself. Are you really okay, Harry?" Ai Wen asked, noting that Harry was abnormal.

"Nothing," Harry said in a panic. He looked around and said, "What about the dragon?"

"Flying away, it will always fly south across the strait. It will take a lot of effort for the Death Eaters to catch up with it. I hope they will think that we are still on the back of the dragon. If the Death Eaters are so stupid, it would be good. "Ivan said, Harry smashed up from the ground. "Come on, Harry, hold on for a while, this place is not safe, we better hurry back."

After a few seconds, the four returned to the familiar, run-down house, No. 2 Grimmauld Place.

The house was exactly the same as when it left in the morning, and Kreacher greeted her with a pair of slippers, and Sirius had not been there.

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

In a strange tacit understanding, no one mentioned Ron.

In the kitchen's grate, the flames are tenaciously burned, mapping on the chilly stone wall creates a sense of comfort.

Four people sat around the small round table, Klipche came to dinner, and Ai Wen took out the Slytherin family's title and Hufflepuff's gold cup.

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

Ai Wen took a gold cup and looked at it carefully, carefully looking at the pattern above.

"The craft of the house elf..."

Not as rough as imagined, the craft of this gold cup is quite delicate.

The intricate sculpture of the enamel above, the complex and delicate pattern on the cup gives a pleasing feeling.

Don't say that it is a domestic elf, even if it is a wizard, it takes a lot of effort to make such a gold cup.

Evan's fingers rubbed over Hufflepuff on the golden cup. The next second, the one moved, and it turned to look at Ai Wen. Then, Ai Wen heard someone talking to him in his mind. It was Tom. · Riddle's voice.

As heard in the Dumbledore meditation basin, the master of the voice is Tom Riddle of the youth.

Riddle’s tone was gentle, polite and gentle, and he was introducing himself to Ai Wen.

Compared with Slytherin’s locket box, which directly tempts Ai Wen’s soul fragments, Riddle in the Golden Cup has made great progress. He is more attractive and more confusing, but also a familiar formula. Familiar taste, familiar routine.

After ruining so many Horcruxes, Ai Wen was a little tired of Voldemort's Horcrux.

"I really didn't grow up, Tom!" he whispered.

The next second, he grabbed the fangs of the basilisk on the table and stabbed it down toward the golden cup.

The fangs were stabbed in the gold cup, and a black smoke appeared, and the cockroaches on the cup were quickly corroded.

The sharp and screaming screams from the golden cup, a magical, vain, sly face was drilled from the place where Ai Wen pierced, and it mourned and rushed directly to Ai Wen.

Tom Riddle's face passed through Avon's body and dissipated in the air.

"Very good, so we ruined a mixer and got closer to victory." Avon said, taking out his wand and gently tapping on the gold cup, "Repair is like this!"

The gold cup was quickly repaired and restored to its original appearance at a speed visible to the naked eye.