Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“He is torturing a man…” Harry gasped, trying to breathe more fresh air.

“Who is it?”

“I don't know, I didn't see it clearly!” Harry said he tried to remember what he had just seen.

Huge fears rise again, anxiety occupies his body and mind. The shadow that trembles in the dark corner seems to be...

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

“Well, whoever that bastard is, it has nothing to do with our plan.” Ivan felt that the person Voldemort was torturing might be Olivender or Grigovich, who, while sympathetic to what had happened to them, was helpless now, and he thought about it and went on, "Let's go back. ”

They now need a quiet place to break the secrets of the Slytherins' deeds and the Hedgepatch's golden cup.

“Have you heard from Ron?” Harry asked suddenly.

“No!” Ivan looked at him strangely.

Why suddenly mention Ron?!

They've just escaped from the Gringotts and nobody's seen them. How could they have heard from Ron?

“You're confused, Harry. We haven't seen Sirius yet!” Hermione said.

“Oh, I must have mixed up the time.” Ha used his strength to cover his scar and replied wholeheartedly.

He didn't mix up the time, he wasn't worried about it, he just walked into Voldemort's head and saw a figure...

He has a feeling, a feeling that scares him, that the shadow that trembles in the dark seems to be Ron!

Even with that deep dark cloak, Harry still feels familiar to the person opposite him, like... looking across the aisle to the figure on the four-poster bed as he sleeps in the bedroom every night.

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

Every night for six years, all he had to do was turn his head and see that figure.

No one is more familiar with Ron's body in the darkness, not even the Weasley family, but in that moldy room just now, the darker darkness made this feeling nothingness.

As time goes by, Harry is not so sure.

Voldemort couldn't have caught Ron, could he?

Even if he did, he would not be questioned personally.

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

This is an anomaly in itself. If Ron can't tell us where Evan and Harry are, what reason does Voldemort have to be happy?!

“Alas, I wish the Phoenix had found Ron.” Hermione said with concern, "Poor Ron, he must be alone now...”

As Hermione's voice reached her ear, her anxiety seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and Harry repeatedly told herself not to think about it.

“He may have hidden because he was too scared to find a place where neither the Phoenix nor the Death Eaters could find him. ”

“With that possibility, Ron is actually quite smart, and he will protect himself. Are you sure you're okay, Harry?” Ivan questioned, noting that Harry was somewhat abnormal.

“It's nothing." Harry said in panic, looking around, "Where's the dragon? ”

“Flying away, it will fly all the way south across the Strait, and the Death Eaters will take a long time to catch it, hoping they will think we are still on the dragon's back, if only the Death Eaters were so stupid.” Ivan said, pulling Harry off the ground, "Come on, Harry, hang on a little longer, this place is not safe, we better hurry back...”

A few seconds later, four people returned to that familiar, wrecked house, 12 Grimo Square.

The house was exactly the same as it was when it left in the morning, and Cliche greeted it with slippers, Sirius never came.

This means that the Order did not find Ron, and the news seemed to cast a shadow in the hearts of four people.

With a strange implication, nobody mentioned Ron.

Inside the furnace fence of the kitchen, the flame lighted with stubbornness, reflecting a comfortable hallucination on a cold stone wall.

Four people sat around a small round table, Cliche came to dinner, and Ivan took out the Slytherin title deed and Hedgepach's golden cup.

At the same time, the poisonous teeth of the serpent monster are also taken out. This golden cup is Voldemort's soul tool and needs to be handled.

Ivan lifted the golden cup carefully and carefully measured the pattern on it.

“The process of raising elves at home...”

Not as rough as you might imagine, this golden cup is quite sophisticated.

The badger engraved on it is the only thing that makes a delightful impression of the intricate and beautiful pattern on the cup.

It takes a lot of work to make such a golden cup, not to say to raise a fairy, not even a wizard.

Ivan's fingers mopped over the Hecky Patch badger on the golden cup, and the next second, the badger moved up, he turned around and looked at Ivan, and then Ivan heard someone talking to him in his head, the voice of Tom Riddle.

As heard in Dumbledore's meditation basin, the voice is owned by Tom Riddle as a youth.

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

Riddle in the golden cup is much more charming and alluring, but also familiar formula, familiar flavor, familiar routine, compared to the soul fragments of Evan directly seduced up in Slytherin's locket.

After destroying so many Horcruxes, Ivan has become a little tired of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

“You really haven't made it, Tom!” He said softly.

The next second, he grabbed the snake's teeth on the table and stabbed them hard against the golden cup.

Poisonous teeth stabbed the badger on the golden cup, a burst of black smoke erupted and the badger on the cup was quickly corroded.

The scream of a sharp thorn rang from the golden cup, and a magically composed, void, faceless man drilled out of the place where Evan stabbed him, screaming and rushing straight to Evan.

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

“Well, in that way, we destroyed another mixer, one step closer to victory.” Ivan said, taking out his wand and gently knocking it on the golden cup, "Fix it like it was the beginning! ”

The golden cup was quickly repaired and restored to its previous appearance at visible speeds.