"He's torturing someone......" Harry gasped violently, trying to breathe in more fresh air.

"Who is it?"

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

Great fear rose again, uneasiness took over his body and mind, and the figure trembling in the dark corner seemed to be ......

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

"Well, whoever that unlucky guy is, it has nothing to do with our plans. Evan felt that the person Voldemort was torturing might be Ollivander or Grigovich, and although he sympathized with their plight, but there was nothing he could do about it now, he thought for a moment and continued, "Let's go back." ”

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

"Is there any news from Ron?" asked Harry suddenly.

"No!" Evan looked at him strangely.

Why all of a sudden, Ron?!

They had just escaped from Gringotts and had not seen anyone, so how could there be news of Ron.

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

"Oh, I'm sure I'm messing with the timing. Harry covered his scar and replied insincerely.

He didn't mess with the time, and it wasn't that he was worried about, but he had just seen the figure in Voldemort's head......

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

Even with the deep darkness, Harry felt familiar to the man across from him, a familiarity that was like ...... Every night when I slept in my bedroom, I looked through the hallway at the figure on the four-poster bed next to me.

Yes, Harry knew this well, and he and Ron had been roommates for six years.

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

No one was more familiar with Ron's body in the darkness than he was, not even the Weasleys, but the even thicker darkness in that musty room had made the feeling ethereal.

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

There's no way Voldemort could have caught Ron, could he?

Even if he is caught, he will not be interrogated personally.

It didn't make any sense, Voldemort wouldn't waste his time on this, and Harry remembered Voldemort's emotions just now, when he didn't get any news, but he didn't seem angry, but there was a faint joy.

This in itself is very perverse, and if Ron can't tell the whereabouts of Evan and Harry, what reason does Voldemort have to rejoice?!

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

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

"He probably hid because he was so scared that he hid in a place where neither the Order of the Phoenix nor the Death Eaters could find him. ”

"With this possibility, Ron is actually quite smart, and he will protect himself. Are you really alright, Harry?" asked Aven, noticing that there was something unusual about Harry.

"Nothing. Harry said in a panic, looking around, "Where's the dragon?"

"Fly away, it'll fly south across the Channel, and the Death Eaters will have a hard time catching up with it, hoping they'll think we're still on the dragon's back, if only the Death Eaters were so stupid. Evan said, dragging Harry from the ground, "Come on, Harry, hold on a little longer, this place is not safe, we better go back quickly......"

Seconds later, the four of them returned to the familiar, dilapidated house, 12 Grimmauld Place.

The inside of the house was exactly the same as it had been when he had left in the morning, and Kreacher greeted him with his slippers, but Sirius had not come.

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

In an eerie tacit understanding, no one mentioned Ron.

In the kitchen grille, the flames burned tenaciously, reflecting on the cold stone wall to create an illusion of comfort.

The four of them sat around the small round table, Kreacher brought dinner, and Evan brought out the Slytherin title deeds and the Hufflepuff Gold Cup.

At the same time, there is also the basilisk's fangs, this golden cup is still Voldemort's Horcrux, and it needs to be dealt with.

Ai Wen held up the golden cup and looked at it carefully, carefully examining the pattern on it.

"The Craft ...... of House-Elves"

Not as rough as you might think, the craftsmanship of this golden cup is quite exquisite.

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

Not to mention a house elf, even a wizard, it takes a lot of effort to make such a gold cup.

Aven's fingers ran over the Hufflepuff Badger on the Gold Cup, and the next second, the badger moved, and it turned its head to look at Aven, and then, Evan heard someone talking to him in his head, it was Tom Riddle's voice.

Exactly like what was heard in Dumbledore's meditation basin, the owner of the voice was Tom Riddle of his youth.

Riddle's tone was gentle, polite, and mild-mannered, and he was introducing himself to Aven.

Compared to the soul fragments in Slytherin's locket that directly tempted Aven, Riddle in the Golden Cup is a big improvement, he is more charismatic and more bewildering, but it is also a familiar recipe, a familiar taste, and a familiar routine.

After destroying so many Horcruxes, Evan was a little tired of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

"I haven't grown, Tom!" he whispered.

In the next second, he grabbed the basilisk on the table and stabbed it fiercely at the golden cup.

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

A high-pitched, piercing scream rang out from the Golden Cup, and a demonic, ethereal, hideous-looking human face emerged from where Evan had pierced, and it wailed and rushed straight at Evan as it screamed.

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

"Good, in doing so, we ruined another bastard and got one step closer to victory. Evan said, taking out his wand and tapping lightly on the gold cup, "Fix it as before!"

The golden cup was quickly repaired, returning to its previous appearance at a speed visible to the naked eye.