Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Water Margin

Chapter 282 The Secret Use of the Golden Cup Leaked

Picking up where we left off, Salazar suddenly claimed that the Hufflepuff Cup was here. Harry was taken aback and quickly whispered, "Brother, is that true?"

"Look to the northwest, the second shelf on the wall."

He slowly stepped forward, pretending to examine it, and took the golden cup in his hand. He then asked, "Brother, you must see clearly, is this really Hufflepuff's golden cup?"

"I won't mistake Helga's things."

Harry's heart sank as he listened to Salazar's confident words. He cursed inwardly, "Damn it! What bad luck! I thought Voldemort had been resurrected with this golden cup, but it turns out he's got other Horcruxes too."

He cursed under his breath, then turned back to the demon and said, "You wretch, you stay here and clean up. I need to find a quiet place to relieve myself."

Upon hearing this, the goblin's eyelids twitched. He was about to say that this was an insult to Gringotts, but then he remembered Scarface's methods and swallowed his words, replying, "Yes, Mr. Potter."

Having given his instructions, Harry turned and left the vault, disappearing into the shadows. Seeing that no one was around, he removed his black gloves, channeled his snake venom, and touched the golden cup with his fingertip. Several wisps of black smoke shot up from the cup.

Harry, seeing it clearly, cursed, "So Voldemort really did make Horcruxes!"

He immediately clenched his fingers, and a sizzling sound was heard. A thick, dark mist rose into the air from the golden cup.

When the black mist dissipated, and the golden cup was examined again, only five finger marks remained embedded in the golden cup.

Salazar peeked a corner of the drawing paper out from Harry's lap, saw the mess on the cup, and sighed, "It would have been better to let Ravenclaw do it. You did a terrible job."

Harry twirled the golden cup in his palm. "Brother, let's not concern ourselves with such trivialities. I just want to know if there's any hidden meaning behind this golden cup? Or is it just a decorative piece?"

"Ah, if we're talking about special uses, this golden cup does have some."

"The Hell family originally created this golden cup to help house-elves transport food."

"However, I later discovered that this golden cup could do more than just transport food; it could also create food out of thin air."

"This helped us get through the most difficult time at Hogwarts—"

Before he could finish speaking, Harry interrupted, saying suspiciously, "Brother, that's strange! I'm not a three-year-old. Haven't I heard that food and drink are the first of the five exceptions to Gump's fundamental transfiguration?"

"How can this golden cup conjure up food?"

Salazar, after hearing Harry's words, exclaimed in surprise, "You're more cultured than I thought, Harry!"

"Unfortunately, there are always exceptions; don't be too dogmatic."

Harry wasn't about to believe Salazar's empty promises, so he immediately pulled out his wand and shouted at the cart a hundred feet high, "Food and drink, come here!"

As soon as the incantation ended, the cart rumbled, and in an instant, four or five bottles of liquor dripped down, followed by fresh fruits and vegetables, plump chickens and tender ducks, rolling around Harry.

Harry spent a while choosing and then picked up a roast goose about the length of his forearm.

He grabbed the goose by the neck and shoved it into the mouth of the golden cup. The roast goose, touching the rim of the cup, instantly shrank inside, without even a drop of oil spilling out.

Then he poured the golden cup on the ground, and with a series of splashes, three or five fat geese fell out one after another. They were all the same size, steaming hot, and rolling around on the ground, glistening with oil.

Harry stared in disbelief, exclaiming, "My goodness! This isn't a golden cup, it's a treasure trove!"

At that moment, he felt an itch in his heart, thinking to himself that if he filled it with gold and silver jewelry, he wondered what kind of scene would appear.

Seeing the gleam in his eyes, Salazar seemed to guess what he was thinking and added, "I don't recommend you use the golden cup to demand anything too valuable. Don't forget 'that,' or you might get struck by lightning."

Harry, being a man of principle, stopped, and said in surprise, "How strange! Brother, you always speak frankly, why are you now acting like those vulgar people who avoid using polite language, even using euphemisms?"

Salazar paused, then said, "Two murderers were executed in total, and you were present at each execution."

"Now you're bringing up murder without any restraint. What do you think the Aurors will think?"

Harry pondered for a moment, thinking to himself: "Knowing too much will bring trouble. There must be some kind of evil spirit watching from within."

Furthermore, considering the last words of that scoundrel Hailbo, it is clear that what he was secretly eyeing was above the gods.

Just then, the iron doors of the vault rattled, and the goblin poked half his body out, calling out in a shrill voice, "Mr. Potter! Are you there?"

"I've already tidied up the Lestrange family's vault!"

Harry immediately dismissed the thought, tucked the golden cup into his pocket, straightened his clothes, and strode out of the shadows.

They returned to the vault with the goblin and inventoried all the gold, silver, jewels, and curiosities that the Lestrange family had accumulated over the years.

Afterwards, the two went on to raid the remaining Death Eaters' treasuries one by one. For each family whose name was on the register, a line was crossed out after the raid was conducted.

He kept scribbling until the ink on the paper was layered and the name was completely erased before finally getting back onto the cart and returning to the ground.

Upon reaching Gringotts Hall, they found it pitch black outside, with streetlights on. Harry exclaimed in surprise, "Wow! This trip has taken a whole day!"

A fairy nearby brought over hot tea and bowed, saying, "Please allow me to remind you, Mr. Potter, that you have three days to go to the underground vault."

It turns out that deep underground, there is no sunlight, only a few fluorites shining faintly, blurring the boundary between day and night.

Moreover, Harry had been riding the cart at breakneck speed for days, traversing the various warehouses without stopping, and his eyes were constantly dazzled by the yellow and white things, keeping him awake for three days and three nights, yet his spirits only grew more excited. Truly, a day on Earth is like a thousand years on Earth.

Now that the goblin had hit the nail on the head, Harry suddenly felt as if a thousand-pound gate was pressing down on his eyelids. He yawned widely and said, "No wonder you prepared so many food and drink packages before we went down to the vault."

Having said that, he took the strong tea and drank it all in one gulp. Then he untied the two pouches at his waist, stuffed the ones full of coins into his pocket, and tossed the one containing jewelry to the fairy.

"Exchange everything in this bag for Galleons and deposit it all into my treasury, not a single copper nut shall be missing."

He then strolled out of Gringotts and used Apparition to return to Hogwarts.

Seeing Harry vanish in front of Gringotts, one of the goblin elders, still uneasy, used three or four detection spells to investigate.

Test.

Seeing no trace of deception, he hurried to the goblin accompanying Harry and demanded, "Did he rob the Death Eaters' entire vault?"

The goblin attendant nodded truthfully, "Not only his private vault, but Potter also took all the gold from the vaults of those Death Eater families."

Upon hearing this, the elder suddenly felt a surge of turbid energy rise to his head, and his vision blurred with stars. Seeing this, a fairy beside him hurriedly brought him a cup of tea.

The elder downed the cup of tea, paused for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "Now, use the goblin gold to fill all the losses in those Death Eater vaults."

Upon hearing this, the fairies in the hall immediately erupted in chaos. Some stared with wide yellow eyes, while others tugged at their pointed ears, all chattering away.

"Use our gold?!"

"This is clearly a matter between wizards! What does it have to do with fairies!"

"Porter took at least several hundred thousand Galleons!"

As the demons were making a ruckus, the elder slammed the teacup in his hand to the ground. With a crisp "crack," the teacup shattered into pieces.

"Since you have a problem with this! Then go to Poland and explain to the Mystic and his Death Eaters!"

"Go! Go and see if he's willing to forgive you freaks!"

Upon hearing this, Gringotts fell silent.

The elder's chest heaved as he suppressed his anger and said, "If the mysterious man loses, we can simply take all this gold back."

"But if Mystic wins, and the Death Eaters see the empty vault, the goblin's fate won't be any better than Potter's."

"Who among you can guarantee that the Death Eaters won't sneak back to England and take what he's hidden in Gringotts' vault?"

These words hit the nail on the head, and the demons looked at each other, their throats blocked, unable to utter a sound.

After a long silence, one of the fairies struggled and said, "Then the fairies should bear this loss?"

The elder thought for a moment, then grinned and said, "Didn't the Ministry of Magic ask us to help forge a batch of robes that could resist magic?"

"With the fighting so intense on the front lines, prices are rising, and production costs are also increasing, which is reasonable, isn't it?"

Upon hearing this, the demons' eyes lit up, and they exchanged glances. A murmur of laughter filled the hall, and half of the previous gloom and despair instantly dissipated.

Meanwhile, Harry stumbled all the way back to his dormitory, tumbled onto his bed with his boots and robes still on, and fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

He slept soundly until late the next day. In his drowsy state, he felt a slight itch on his cheek. When he forced his eyes open, he saw Hermione sitting on the edge of the bed, scratching his cheek with a finger.

Hermione panicked when she saw Harry was awake, quickly withdrew her hand, and stood up, calling out, "Ron, Harry's awake."

Ron, who was dozing off, jumped out of bed at the sound of the voice, ran barefoot over, and said sleepily, "Harry, you're finally awake."

"You slept for almost a whole day, and Hermione and I were worried sick."

Hermione nodded emphatically. "That's right, especially considering you've been missing for three whole days."

Harry quickly bowed and apologized, saying, "Thank you for your concern, elder sister and brother."

"I wonder if anything has happened at the school while I was gone for several days?"

Ron thought for a moment and said, "Hagrid has taken over the Protection of Magical Creatures class again, and Umbridge has taken over Defense Against the Dark Arts. This is probably the biggest change that has happened since you left."

"Oh, one more thing, some students who sneaked into the Forbidden Forest said there was a small earthquake there."

"Overall, nothing much has happened." Hermione sat down next to him again and said, "But something big has happened outside the school."

"The news has spread that you, Toskringer, are sending supplies to the Aurors at the front."

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