Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 474 Gold Cup!destroy! ! !
By the time they lifted the spell, nearly an hour had passed. Fortunately, they were not in a hurry, and they heard that because of Harry's escape from them, all the Death Eaters who participated in the operation that day were locked up in the Malfoy Manor. This made Hera and Richfa even more confident.

"It's just, isn't there a little less gold here?" Reachfa thought while holding his wand. He remembered that it seemed to be full of gold when he came in, but now...
"It's not important, Richfa, it's not important." Hera said with a smile. He patted his pocket indiscriminately. Hearing the faint sound of metal clashing inside, he smiled contentedly. "Let's quickly find the gold cup. If there is no one, we will empty it and go back and check it slowly."

"No problem, my lord."

They eventually found what appeared to be a gold cup at the very top of a shelf.The little gold cup glistens under two spotlights (fluorescent flashes): the cup once belonged to Helga Hufflepuff, passed to Hepzibah Smith, and was stolen by Tom Riddle.

"Aha, it seems our luck is good." Hera said happily.

"You're very lucky," whispered Richfar, knocking down the gold cup with a flick of his wand.

"very good."

After they got the gold cup, they withdrew immediately, in order to disappear, but the old goblin had been waiting for them at the door, bowing respectfully.

"Take us back."

"Yes, Master."

But when he passed the room where the dragon was chained, Richfar stopped.

"what happened?"

"My lord, I would like to give him a chance to soar into the sky. Please allow me." Richfa looked terrified, as if worried that Hera would blame him for it.

Hera sighed, and patted Richfa on the shoulder, "Go, I'll wait for you in the ministry." After that, he handed the small flask of Polyjuice Potion to Richfa.

"Whoever you become, he will remember your taste."

"Yeah." Richard nodded.

"Let loose!" He raised his wand and yelled at the dragon's heavy shackles, and with a few loud bangs, the shackles were broken.

A lot of goblins rushed over, and they shouted: "There are thieves! There are thieves! Help! There are thieves!"

Hera took out her wand, and streaks of red light flew into the group of goblins. Some goblins fell down, but the rest continued to move forward, and several wizard guards ran around the corner.

"It's time," Hera murmured, casting a glance at Richfa.

Rich understood, and immediately climbed onto the blind dragon, "Come on!"

The blind dragon didn't seem to realize that he was free, and Richfar climbed onto the dragon's back on the crook of his hind legs.The scales were as hard as steel, and the dragon didn't seem to feel him.

A second later, the dragon realized that the chain had broken.

With a roar, the dragon stood up, spread its wings, and rose into the air, while the screaming goblins were knocked aside like bowling pins.The giant dragon rushed towards the exit of the corridor, and Richfa lay on the dragon's back, rubbing his body to the top of the corridor.The chasing elves threw daggers at the dragon one after another, and the daggers brushed against its body.

Hera, on the other hand, watched the dragon rushing out of the tunnel contentedly. Taking advantage of everyone's attention being focused on the dragon, she took out her wand and said to herself in a low voice: "Fade away without a trace."

His figure disappeared again miles beneath London, and he slipped out of Gringotts with the older goblin who had brought him in.

By the time Richfar returned to the Ministry of Magic, it was already evening.

"My lord, I placed him in Hogwarts. I explained everything to Headmaster McGonagall. I think she will be very happy." Reichfa said with his head down, worried that Hera would dislike his presumptuous proposition.

But Hera didn't say anything, he just nodded slightly.

"You did a good job, the important thing is that the golden cup has been obtained, that's the important thing." Hera didn't care about those trivial things, all he valued was the Horcrux.

"The destruction of the Horcrux definitely takes time. Right now, we'd better think that Harry and the others stole the Horcrux." Hera said softly, "But how can we explain all this to Voldemort?"

"Perhaps Mr. Snape and Voldemort—"

"He's done enough, and he's not risking exposing him." Hera gave Richfa a blank look, and continued to look at the golden cup.

An evil, chaotic voice had been bewitching, and Hera certainly knew it was Voldemort's soul fragment seducing him.

What's so tempting about just a broken glass?
"Forget it, or it's still... fiery flames!" A black flame shot out from the tip of Hera's wand, but stopped a few centimeters away from the golden cup.

Richfa still kept his head down and made no sound.

"Forget it." Hera murmured in a low voice, the flames shot up with a bang, covering the golden cup, and Hera quickly threw the golden cup into the air, letting the flames burn to their heart's content.

A blood-like, black and viscous thing seemed to be oozing out of the golden cup.Suddenly, Hera felt the crown vibrate violently, and then broke into pieces in mid-air.As it splintered, Hera heard faintly, far away a cry of agony from what had just shattered in front of him - Fiendfire destroyed Voldemort's Horcrux - Hufflepuff's golden chalice.

"Then, the number of horcruxes has decreased again." Hera said in a low voice, and Richfa nodded respectfully, "Congratulations, my lord, for successfully destroying another horcrux. Now only the crown and Nagini are left."

"Yeah," Hera said wistfully, "there are two left." There was another Harry, but he didn't reveal it. It's best to keep this secret until the end, and it's best that no one knows.

Harry just had to be okay with dying.

But Harry didn't know it at the moment, and he was still searching for clues to the Horcrux.

But what is he looking for?

Who knows?

Sensing the destruction of the Horcruxes, Voldemort was furious in Malfoy Manor, and he called Bellatrix to him.

"Bella, where is the gold cup I gave you back then?"

"My lord Dark Lord, I hid every treasure you gave me in the vault of the Black family, every single one." Bellatrix knelt down on the ground and kissed Voldemort's instep.

And Rodolph Lestrange on the side hung his head, not daring to say a word.

"It was taken by someone, destroyed by someone, something so important, destroyed by someone!" Voldemort roared angrily, "You didn't take care of it, you didn't! You failed my trust and my gift to you!"

"My lord, I didn't." Bellatrix whined, and she probably knew what was waiting for her.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Rodolphus turned his head away, trying not to see Bellatrix's horror.

But no one knew about all this.

The three of them who were far away in Godric's Hollow felt as comfortable as if they were on a spring outing.

"Dumbledore must know that you want to go back here, and Godric's Hollow is the birthplace of Godric Gryffindor—"

"Really? Gryffindor was born in Godric's Hollow?"

"Harry, have you ever opened "History of Magic"?"

"Well," Harry smiled, as if for the first time in months, his facial muscles stiffened, and it felt weird, "I might have opened it, when I first bought it...just once..."

"But the village was named after him, and I thought you might be able to connect it," said Hermione, sounding much closer to her usual style, and Harry almost waited for her to announce that she was going to the library. "There's a little mention of that village in History of Magic, and so on..."

She opened the beaded packet, fumbled for a while, and finally pulled out the good old textbook, Bathilda Bagshot's A History of Magic, and found the page she was looking for.

After the "International Statute of Secrecy" was signed into effect in [-], wizards completely went into hiding.Perhaps naturally, they formed their own little communities within the community.Many small villages attract several wizarding families, who band together to help and protect each other.Dingworth in Cornwall, Upper Flagley in Yorkshire, and Ottery and St. Catchpole on England's south coast all had wizarding families living among tolerant and sometimes confused Muggles.Perhaps the most famous of such half-wizard settlements is Godric's Hollow.This southwestern village is the birthplace of the great wizard Godric Gryffindor and where wizarding goldsmith Bowman Wright crafted the first Snitch.The cemetery is filled with the names of ancient wizarding families, no doubt responsible for the ghost stories that have haunted the chapel for many centuries.

"But neither you nor your parents are mentioned," Hermione closed the book and said with a sigh, "because Professor Bagshot only wrote until the end of the nineteenth century. But have you seen it? Godric's Hollow, Godric Gryffindor, Gryffindor's sword, don't you think Hera would want you to associate it that way?"

"Besides, Lord Slytherin emphasized this point," Ron interjected.

Hermione looked annoyed, but not because of Ron.

"Oh, yes." Harry nodded.

Harry didn't want to admit that he wasn't thinking of the sword when he suggested going to Godric's Hollow, for him the attraction of that village was his parents' grave, the house where he had survived, and Bathilda Bagshot.

"Bathilda still lives in Godric's Hollow, I think we can at least ask her," said Harry.

Hermione's fingers could hear and caress the author's name embossed on the cover of "A History of Magic", "You're right, she must know a lot of things."

They stood in an alley under a deep blue sky above which the first stars were already twinkling.Houses lined the narrow alleys, and the ornaments in the windows gleamed.Not far away, golden street lamps showed that there was the center of the village.

"I think we can go—ah—!" Harry suddenly fell to the ground covering his head, and Hermione and Ron rushed up to support him.

"What's wrong? What happened? How could the scar suddenly hurt?"

"I know—I know—" Harry roared loudly, "We shouldn't doubt Mr. Slytherin, we shouldn't—" Then, with a violent tremor, Harry passed out, and Hermione and Ron looked at Harry unconscious on the ground in bewilderment.

When Harry opened his eyes again, he was already in a warm place.

"Harry's awake!" exclaimed Hermione in surprise, which attracted Ron and a wizened old lady.

She looked horrific, her blotchy knuckles lining her pale cloak, her eyes fixed on Harry's face, sunken in folds of transparent skin with thick cataracts.Her face was covered with choppy veins and age spots.He wondered if the old lady could see clearly.

But out of nowhere, Harry knew she was supposed to be the target of their trip - Lady Bathilda Bagshot.

The room was very dark, not to mention dirty, as if the warmth just now was just Harry's illusion.

"Thanks to Ms. Bagshot, we wouldn't know what we would have done if it wasn't for her!" said Hermione. "Thanks to her, except she seems a little demented and can't understand what we're saying."

"Are you Potter?" a dry, old voice suddenly rang out.

"You can talk?" Hermione asked in surprise.

Bathilda nodded. "Are you Potter?"

The three of them looked at each other, and Harry nodded, "Yes, I am."

She nodded slowly and solemnly.Harry felt his heart beating faster than he had ever felt before.

"What do you want to tell us?" Harry asked.

But she closed her eyes, and several things happened at the same time—Harry's scar felt like a pinprick; he felt a surge of joy in the momentary disappearance of the dark, fetid room, and said in a high, grim voice: "Look at him!"
Harry swayed in place, and the dark and stinky room seemed to surround him again. He didn't understand what had just happened.Hermione and Ron were even more unclear, so they seemed to have no knowledge of what just happened.

"Come with me, only you." Bathilda whispered, pointing to the corner.The three looked at each other, and Harry staggered to his feet.

"It's okay, I don't think she will do anything to me, she must have something to tell me, or something to give me. It must be so." Harry said confidently, he had this feeling.

Maybe a Horcrux?Maybe a way to destroy Horcruxes, maybe something else useful!

"Without us?"

"I don't think so," said Harry stubbornly.

He raised his wand and followed Lady Bathilda, and Harry could just make out a messy dressing table under the curtained window.

Move sideways to the head of the stairs leading upstairs.

Ms. Bathilda pointed to the stairs and said softly:
"Go upstairs!"

Harry nodded, clenched his wand and walked towards the stairs, but Ms. Bathilda had no intention of waiting for him, and went upstairs by herself.

"Ma'am, wait for me!"

　early!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)