The moment the snake monster's fangs pierced the golden cup, Harry felt a sharp pain on his scar.
He saw the gaseous Tom Riddle's face pass through Elwyn and finally dissipate into the air with a wail.
That feeling was as if he himself had dissipated, and the scene in front of him had disappeared. The pain was like a sword stabbing into Harry's head.
He was standing in a dimly lit room. The wizards formed a semicircle around him, and a small, trembling figure knelt on the floor by his feet. Bellatrix, the Lestrange brothers, and the two large Death Eaters were also kneeling, almost covered in bandages. The five of them knelt not far behind the sprite.
The Death Eaters gave up that space, and even though it was crowded, they still avoided them like the plague.
"What did you say?" Lord Voldemort's voice was loud and cold, but his heart was burning with anger and fear.
It was different from the joy he felt not long ago. This time, the emotion that fluctuated violently was anger, mixed with a trace of fear.
The fairy was trembling, not daring to look at the pair of red eyes high above her.
"Say it again!" said the Lord Voldemort in a cold voice. "Say it again!"
"Master!" The sprite stammered. His black eyes were round and filled with fear. "The impostors broke into the vaults of the Lestrange Family and the vaults below, the vaults belonging to the Slytherin Family … We tried, tried to stop them, but we didn't, didn't succeed."
"Imposter? What imposter? I thought Gringotts had a way to identify imposters, didn't it? Who are they? "
"It's … it's … it's that boy, Mei, Mason, and Bo, Potter, and the other two … two companions …"
"Then they have it?" he said, in a rising voice, and a terrible foreboding seized him. "Tell me! What did they take? "
"I-I couldn't enter the Slytherin Family's treasury, so … A small golden cup was lost in the Lestrange Family's treasury, but …"
Before the demoness could finish her words, she stopped abruptly.
The screams of anger and disbelief left him as if they belonged to a stranger.
It was just a small golden cup. This seductress didn't even know what the golden cup represented!
He went crazy, he was enraged. This couldn't be true, it couldn't be, no one knew!
How could those two boys have discovered this secret?!
A magic wand appeared in his hand out of thin air, and he swung it down from the sky, shooting out green light.
The kneeling sprite fell to the ground, dead.
The watching wizards scattered in fear. Bellatrix, the Lestrange brothers, and Lucius Malfoy rushed to the door desperately, leaving the others behind. He swung his wand again and again, and those who did not escape were all killed. Because they brought him this news, because they heard about the Golden Goblet … Harry saw with his own eyes that the two Death Eaters he saw in the Broken Cauldron did not manage to get up in time and were struck dead by the green light!
Standing alone among the corpses, he flew into a rage.
Everything appeared in front of him one by one: his treasures, his guards, his hope of immortality ….
The diary had been destroyed, and the golden cup had been stolen. These idiots had messed everything up.
What if, what if those two boys knew something else?
Would they know? Had they already acted? Had they found more?
Was Dumbledore the cause of all this?
Dumbledore, that old man always suspected him, how hateful!
He saw Dumbledore's shadow, this was definitely that old man's plot.
Dumbledore, that old man had been killed according to his orders, but in the despicable Underworld, he took revenge through those two boys.
However, if those two boys had really destroyed one of his soul vessels, he, the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, would definitely know and feel it, right? He was the greatest wizard in the world; he was the strongest; he had killed Dumbledore and many other nameless scoundrels, he would become even stronger and achieve immortality!
Since ancient times, only one wizard had achieved this, and he would become the second one, and he would be even stronger and undefeatable.
If he, himself, his most important and precious self, was attacked and injured, how could he, the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, not know?
Yes, he did not feel anything when the diary was destroyed, but he always thought that it was because he was not even a ghost, he did not have a body to feel …
No, the other few were definitely safe, the rest of the soul vessels were definitely undamaged …
Although the importance of the soul vessels would be greatly reduced after achieving immortality, they were still precious and important, this was his final safeguard.
There could not be any mistakes, he had to be absolutely safe.
He paced around the house, kicking the sprite's corpse to the side, his boiling mind was filled with burning and blurred images: the lake, the hut, the Hogwarts …
His raging mind calmed down a little, how could those two boys know that he hid the ring in the Gunter's hut? No one knew that he was related to the Gunter family, he had always hidden this relationship, the investigation of the murder never had any clues pointing to him, the ring was definitely safe.
Those two boys, or whoever, how could they know about the cave or penetrate its protection? The idea of the locket being stolen was ridiculous …
As for the school, he was the only one who knew where he hid the soul vessels in the Hogwarts, because he was the only one who could detect the deepest secret of the Hogwarts …
There was also the statue, it was currently in his hands, it was an important tool for him to achieve immortality.
And just the evil existence inside the statue was not something that the two boys could deal with, they could not destroy it.
As for the last one, that magic, he had just confirmed it with his own eyes, it was his trump card.
A soul vessel attached to magic seemed to be the most dangerous, but in fact, it was the safest.
No one would know of its existence, and no one would know where it was, naturally it would not be destroyed.
In fact, when he found out that the magic was on the boy, even he himself was shocked. He had killed a centaur and split his soul, leaving it on the centaur's holy artifact, on the powerful magic stone left behind by Gryffindor, he did not expect to see it on the boy …
Even he did not expect it, how could others guess the whereabouts of that thing?!
Who would have thought that the Lord Voldemort's soul vessel would be on a weak, stupid wizard boy?!
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