"He's torturing someone …" Harry panted heavily, trying to inhale more fresh air.
"Who is it?"
"I don't know, I didn't see it clearly!" Harry said, he tried his best to recall what he saw.
A huge fear rose up again, uneasiness occupied his body and mind, that trembling figure in the dark corner seemed to be …
Harry shook his head forcefully, and stubbornly said again, "I don't know, I didn't see it clearly!"
"Alright, no matter who that unlucky bastard is, it has nothing to do with our plan." Elwyn felt that the person Lord Voldemort was torturing could be Ollivander or Grigorich, although he sympathized with their plight, there was nothing he could do. He thought for a moment, and continued, "Let's go back."
They needed a quiet place to decipher the secrets of Slytherin's family's title deed and Hufflepuff's golden cup.
"Any news of Ron?" Harry suddenly asked.
"No!" Elwyn looked at him strangely.
Why did he suddenly mention Ron?!
They had just escaped from Gringotts, they did not see anyone, how could there be news of Ron?
"You're confused, Harry, we haven't seen Sirius yet!" Hermione said.
"Oh, I must have mixed up the time." Harry forcefully covered his scar, and replied insincerely.
He did not mix up the time, nor was he worried about this, but the figure he saw in Lord Voldemort's head …
He had a feeling, a feeling that made him feel fear, that the trembling figure in the dark seemed to be Ron!
Even with the deep darkness as a barrier, Harry still felt that the person in front of him was very familiar, this sense of familiarity was just like … every night when he slept in his bedroom, he would look across the aisle at the figure on the four-poster bed next to him.
Yes, Harry was very familiar with this, he and Ron had been roommates for a whole six years.
Every night for six years, as long as he turned his head, he would see that figure.
No one was more familiar with Ron's body in the dark than him, not even Weasley's family. But in the room filled with a moldy smell, the thicker darkness made this feeling seem illusory.
As time went on, Harry wasn't so sure anymore.
It was impossible for Lord Voldemort to catch Ron, right?
Even if he did catch him, he would not personally interrogate him.
It doesn't make any sense, Voldemort won't waste time on this matter, and Harry still remembers Voldemort's mood just now. When he didn't get any news, he didn't seem to be angry, but there was a hint of joy.
This in itself was very strange, if Ron could not tell them the whereabouts of Elwyn and did not know, he would not be happy.
"Sigh, I really hope that the Order of Phoenix has found Ron." Hermione said worriedly, "Poor Ron, he must be alone now..."
As Hermione's voice reached his ears, the uneasiness seemed to grow stronger. Harry repeatedly told himself not to think too much.
"He might be hiding because he's too afraid, hiding in a place where the Order of Phoenix and the Death Eaters can't find him."
"That's possible, Ron is actually very smart, he will protect himself. Are you really okay, Harry? "Elwyn asked, noticing that Harry was acting strangely.
"I'm fine," Harry said in a panic, he looked around. "Where's the dragon?"
"It flew away, it will keep flying south across the straits, the Death Eaters will have to spend a lot of effort to catch it. I hope they will think we are still on the dragon's back, if only the Death Eaters were that stupid." Elwyn said, pulling Harry up from the ground. "Come on, Harry, hold on a little longer, this place is not safe, we'd better go back quickly..."
A few seconds later, the four of them returned to the familiar, dilapidated house, 12 Grimmauld Square.
The house was exactly the same as when they left in the morning, Kreacher greeted them with slippers. Sirius had not been here.
This meant that the Order of Phoenix did not find Ron, this news seemed to cast a shadow over the hearts of the four of them.
In a strange tacit understanding, no one mentioned Ron.
In the grate of the kitchen, the flames burned tenaciously, reflecting on the cold, hard stone walls, creating an illusion of comfort.
The four of them sat around a small round table, Kreacher served dinner, while Elwyn took out the title deed of the Slytherin family and Hufflepuff's golden cup.
At the same time, he took out the snake's poisonous fangs, this golden cup was Lord Voldemort's soul vessel, it needed to be dealt with.
Elwyn raised the golden cup and looked at it carefully, carefully studying the patterns on it.
"The craftsmanship of a house-elf..."
It was not as crude as he had imagined, the craftsmanship of this golden cup was quite exquisite.
The badger carved on it was very lifelike, the intricate patterns on the cup were very pleasing to the eye.
Even a wizard would have to spend a lot of effort to make such a golden cup, let alone a house-elf.
Elwyn's fingers stroked the Hufflepuff badger on the golden cup. The next second, the badger moved, turning its head to look at Elwyn. Then, Elwyn heard someone talking to him in his mind. It was Tom Riddle's voice.
It was exactly the same as what he had heard in Dumbledore's meditation basin, and the owner of the voice was the young Tom Riddle.
Riddle's tone was gentle, polite, and cultured. He was introducing himself to Elwyn.
Compared to the soul fragment in Slytherin's locket that had seduced Elwyn, the Riddle in the golden cup had improved a lot. He was more charming and bewitching, but it was still a familiar formula, a familiar taste, and a familiar routine.
After destroying so many soul vessels, Elwyn was a little tired of Lord Voldemort's soul vessels.
"You really haven't improved, Tom!" he said softly.
The next second, he grabbed the snake monster's poisonous fang on the table and stabbed it at the golden cup.
The fang pierced the badger on the golden cup, and black smoke came out. The badger on the cup was quickly corroded.
A sharp, ear-piercing scream came from the golden cup, and an incorporeal face made of magic with a ferocious expression crawled out from where Elwyn had stabbed it. It howled and rushed towards Elwyn.
Tom Riddle's face passed through Elwyn's body and dissipated into the air.
"Very good. This way, we have destroyed another piece of trash, and are one step closer to victory," said Elwyn, taking out his wand and lightly tapping it on the golden cup. "Repair as good as new!"
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