Screams of anger and disbelief left him as if they were strangers. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info He went berserk and enraged, this can't be true, it can't be, no one knows! How could that boy find out his secret?

The wand slashed down from the air, green light erupted, and the kneeling elf rolled to the ground, dead. The wizards who watched were so frightened that they fled. His wand was slashed again and again, and those who did not run away were killed, and none were left, for they brought him the news, because they had heard of the Golden Cup.

Standing alone in the middle of the dead bodies, he flew into a rage. Everything appeared before his eyes: his treasure, his guard, his hope of immortality - the diary had been destroyed, and the gold cup had been stolen. If, if the boy knew anything else, would he know? Did he already do it? Did he find more? Was Dumbledore the root of it all? Dumbledore, the old fellow was always suspicious of him, Dumbledore, the old fellow had died under his rod, and yet the old fellow was in the despicable underworld, through the boy, the boy—

But if the boy had destroyed one of his Horcruxes, he, the Dark Lord Voldemort, would have known, would have felt it, wouldn't he? He was the greatest wizard in the world, he was the most powerful, he had killed Dumbledore and many other nameless rats. If he, himself, his 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 wasn't even a ghost at the time, and didn't have a body to feel - no, the others were certainly safe - the rest of the Horcruxes were definitely intact -

But he knew he had to be sure—he paced the room, kicking the elblin's corpse aside, and his boiling mind was a searing, blurry picture: the lake, the hut-

His furious mind cooled down a little: how could the boy have known that he had hidden the ring in the Gaunt hut? No one had ever known that he was related to the Gaunt family, he had been hiding the relationship, and there was no clue to the murder that the ring must be safe.

How could the boy, or whoever it were, know about the cave or the protection that penetrated it?

In order to deal with the cursed Horcrux, he had to sacrifice a precious Horcrux, should he make another one? No, no, it's not a priority.

Nagini, it must now remain by his side, under his protection at all times, and no longer be sent to carry out orders-

To return to every hiding place, he must reinforce the protective measures of every Horcrux -

Which one should he go to see first? Which one was most dangerous? A familiar uneasiness flashed through him. Dumbledore knew his middle name - Dumbledore may have associated him with the Gaunt family - perhaps the abandoned Gaunt Mansion was the most unsafe hiding place, and the first place he would go there -

Lake, certainly not - though Dumbledore might have known some of his past misdeeds through the orphanage.

He was going to go first to the Gaunt hut and take Nagini with him: he could no longer be separated from the serpent—he strode out of the room, out of the foyer, into the dark garden with the sound of the fountain. He called out to the serpent in a parseltongue, and it swam out and pressed to him like a long shadow—

Harry opened his eyes suddenly, jerking himself back into his current reality. He was lying on the shore of the lake at sunset, and Ron and Hermione were looking down at him. Judging by their anxious expressions and the continuous pain of their scars, they had noticed that he had just suddenly broken into Voldemort's mind. Harry shuddered and struggled to his feet, slightly surprised to find that he was still wet. The little golden cup lay in the grass in front of him seemingly without any danger, and the deep blue surface of the lake glistened with gold in the setting sun.

"He got it. Harry's voice sounded strange and deep, "He knows, and he's going to check where the others are." ”

Hermione knelt up, looking worried.

"I saw him find the Golden Cup, I-I was in his head, he-" Harry remembered the killing, "he was so angry and frightened, he couldn't figure out how we could have known, and now he was going to check if the others were safe, the first being the ring." ”

"We need to act," Phoenix said firmly, "and I'll get the inside line out soon, and the news that we're going to Hogwarts." ”

Harry nodded equally firmly. He had hoped to get some sleep and get into a new tent, but now it wasn't possible.

"Let's go to Hogsmeade first," Hermione suggested, "and see what the guards around the school are like, and then figure out what to do." ”

Hermione cast an illusion spell on the wind and herself, and it was impossible for Harry's Cloak of Invisibility to cover the three of them.

"Well done, Hermione. Phoenix said appreciatively.

He looked down at his own body, his former body, to be exact. Now it looked as if it didn't belong to him at all, not invisible, but the color and texture had become exactly the same as the grass behind him. He appears to have become a chameleon in human form.

Hand in hand, they spun in place and entered the oppressive darkness.

On Hogsmeade Street, there were quite a few people, talking in groups and laughing wildly, the bend leading to Hogwarts ahead, and the light from the windows of the three-broomstick bar.

"They're they?" Hermione looked confused.

"Death Eaters. Phoenix said briefly, "Follow me." ”

They didn't let go of their hands, because the three of them were invisible, and it was not easy to determine the position of the other party when they let go of their hands.

Phoenix hadn't gone far with Hermione and Harry before he stopped at the doorway on the left side of the street and knocked rhythmically.

After a while, the door opened, and the person turned to the side. As if anticipating their invisibility, the three men burst through the open door.

"Go upstairs, don't take off your cloak, don't make a sound!" a tall figure said and gently closed the door.

There were a lot of people at the tattered, dirty, sawdust-strewn bar of the Hog's Head Bar, and there were many people around it selling all sorts of unknown items. They cautiously ran behind the counter and through another door, where there was a rickety wooden staircase, which they climbed as fast as they could. At the top of the staircase was the living room, with a worn carpet, and a small fireplace, above which hung a large oil painting of a blonde girl looking blankly but tenderly.

After the spell was lifted, Hermione sat down in a rickety chair. Harry tightened the curtains and took off the cloak of invisibility.

"Do you know the bar owner?" said Harry.

"He is a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Phoenix moved his limbs, and the illusion spell was uncomfortable, "I'll go to the school first to check on the situation, you guys wait here, don't make a sound." ”