v2 Chapter 1703： Ruined gold cup (2/2)

”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.