"He's torturing a man..." Harry gasped violently, trying to get more fresh air.
"who is it?"
"I don't know, I didn't see clearly!" said Harry, trying to recall what he had just seen.
A huge fear rose again, and the uneasiness occupied his body and mind. The trembling figure in the dark corner seemed to be...
Harry shook his head vigorously, and said again stubbornly, "I don't know, I didn't see clearly!"
"Well, no matter who the unlucky guy is, it has nothing to do with our plan." Ivan felt that the person Voldemort was torturing might be Ollivander or Gregorovich. Although he sympathized with their experience, but There is nothing he can do now, he thought for a while and continued, "Let's go back."
They needed a quiet place now to decipher the secrets of the Slytherin deeds and Hufflepuff's cup.
"Any news from Ron?" Harry asked suddenly.
"No!" Ivan looked at him strangely.
Why did you bring up Ron all of a sudden? !
They just escaped from Gringotts and no one saw them, so how could there be news of Ron.
"You're confused, Harry, we haven't seen Sirius yet!" said Hermione.
"Oh, I must have mixed up the time." Harry replied insincerely, clutching his scar hard.
He didn't confuse the time, and it wasn't that he was worried about, but the figure he saw when he entered Voldemort's head just now
He had a feeling, a feeling that frightened him, that the trembling figure in the dark seemed to be Ron!
Even with the deep darkness covering him, Harry still felt that the person opposite him was very familiar. This familiarity was like looking at the figure on the four-poster bed next to him across the aisle every night when he was sleeping in the bedroom.
Yes, Harry was very familiar with this, he and Ron had been roommates for six full years.
Every night for six years, as long as he turned his head, he could see that figure.
No one was more familiar with Ron's body in the dark than he, not even the Weasleys, but in that musty room just now, the more intense darkness made this feeling void.
As time went on, Harry wasn't quite sure again.
Voldemort couldn't have caught Ron, could he
Even if he was caught, he would not be interrogated in person.
It doesn't make any sense, Voldemort won't waste time on this matter, and Harry still remembers Voldemort's emotions just now, when he didn't get any news, he didn't seem angry, but a little bit of joy.
This in itself is abnormal. If Ron can't tell the whereabouts of Ivan and Harry, why should Voldemort be happy? !
"Well, I wish the Order of the Phoenix had found Ron," said Hermione worriedly. "Poor Ron, he must be all alone now..."
Hermione's voice reached his ears, and the uneasiness seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, Harry repeatedly told himself not to think too much.
"He probably hid, because he was too scared, and hid in a place where neither the Order nor the Death Eaters could find him."
"It's possible that Ron is actually quite smart, and he will protect himself. Are you really okay, Harry?" Ivan asked, noticing that Harry was abnormal.
"Nothing," said Harry flusteredly, looking around, "Where's the dragon?"
"Fly away, it'll keep flying south across the channel, the Death Eaters will have a hard time catching up to it, hopefully they'll think we're still on the dragon's back, if only the Death Eaters were that stupid It's gone." Ivan said, pulling Harry up from the ground, "Come on, Harry, hold on for a while, this place is not safe, we'd better go back quickly..."
A few seconds later, the four returned to the familiar, dilapidated house, 2 Grimmauld Place.
The inside of the house was exactly the same as when he left in the morning. Kreacher greeted him with slippers, but Sirius had never been there.
This showed that the Order of the Phoenix did not find Ron, and this news seemed to cast a shadow over the hearts of the four.
In a strange tacit understanding, no one mentioned Ron.
In the grate of the kitchen, the fire was burning tenaciously, reflecting on the cold and hard stone wall to create an illusion of comfort.
The four sat around the small round table, Kreacher brought dinner, and Ivan took out the Slytherin family's land deed and Hufflepuff's gold cup.
At the same time, the basilisk's fangs were also taken out. This golden cup is still Voldemort's Horcrux, and it needs to be dealt with.
Aiwen raised the gold cup and looked at it carefully, carefully looking at the patterns on it.
"The Craft of a House Elf..."
Not as rough as imagined, the craftsmanship of this gold cup is quite delicate.
The badger on the top is carved vividly, and the intricate and exquisite patterns on the cup give people a pleasing feeling.
Not to mention house elves, even a wizard would need a lot of effort to make such a golden cup.
Ivan's finger stroked the Hufflepuff badger on the gold cup. The next second, the badger moved, and it turned to look at Ivan. Then, Ivan heard someone talking to him in his mind, it was Tom Riddle's voice.
The voice was exactly the same as that heard in Dumbledore's Pensieve, and the voice belonged to a young Tom Riddle.
Riddle's tone was mild, polite and gentle, and he was introducing himself to Ivan.
Compared with the soul fragments in Slytherin's locket that directly tempt Ivan, Riddle in the gold cup has made great progress. He is more charming and confusing, but he is also familiar with the formula, Familiar taste, familiar routine.
After destroying so many horcruxes, Ivan was a little tired of Voldemort's horcruxes.
"No progress, Tom!" he said softly.
The next second, he grabbed the basilisk's fangs on the table and stabbed fiercely at the golden cup.
The fangs stabbed the badger on the golden cup, a burst of black smoke came out, and the badger on the cup was quickly corroded.
A sharp and piercing scream sounded from the golden cup, and a human face made of magic, nihilistic, and with a hideous expression came out from the place where Aiwen pierced. It wailed and rushed directly to Aiwen.
Tom Riddle's face passed through Ivan's body and dissipated into the air.
"Very good. In this way, we destroyed another mixer, and we are one step closer to victory." Aiwen said, took out his wand and tapped lightly on the gold cup, "Restored as before!"
Jinbei quickly repaired, returning to its previous appearance at a speed visible to the naked eye.