Hogwarts Study Panel.

Chapter 589, Section 587: Hufflepuff's Golden Cup

Sheen had no idea how dusk had passed.

Hermione, with her six arms, swayed unsteadily, causing him to fall asleep on the table.

His desk had its surface softened, and a small fireplace had been lit underneath it.

"Sheen's desk is just as magical as he is."

Hermione looked at the deformed desk and crossed her arms.

Justin, who hadn't looked too good, smiled.

The fireplace crackled softly, and the wind outside rustled through the treetops.

Justin and Hermione stared at each other through the firelight, lost in thought. It wasn't until the sunset faded on the horizon that Hermione spoke, seemingly angrily: "It's always like this. They never say anything, and they don't even give us a chance to help."

"That's too dangerous."

Justin sat on a wool sofa, with hot pies and various candies in front of him.

"We've been through a lot of danger together."

Hermione stared intently at Justin.

The smile on his lips also drooped helplessly.

"No matter what, I need to let him know that there are many people here who can be of use."

Hermione grabbed her book and sat down next to Sheehan, pouting.

She used indignant words, but her voice was very soft.

Justin nodded at her in agreement.

"We've done a lot to fight against the mysterious man. If he makes a comeback one day, will he let us go? Will he let me go, or you? He's a blood-based wizard, and he's persecuted enough Muggle wizards."

While Sheen was asleep, Hermione whispered and quickly analyzed, "You said, Justin. We have to keep fighting, keep fighting, and maybe we can weaken his power and prevent him from returning. But he still returned, and neither Sheen nor Headmaster Dumbledore could stop him—"

Justin gently waved his wand, directing a small chair to come over so he could get very close to the two of them.

He looked into Hermione's eyes, which were illuminated by the firelight from the fireplace.

"If Professor Slughorn isn't lying, he has two more Horcruxes—think about what they could be?"

Hermione bit her finger.

"I think there might be Hufflepuff's Golden Cup among them."

Justin said in a low voice.

"What did you say?"

Hermione looked up abruptly.

"That's just my guess."

Justin smiled slightly.

"Oh—the Hufflepuff's Golden Cup, how come I didn't think of that—maybe it is—"

The more Hermione pondered the meaning, the more it made sense to her. "How could you—"

"Hmm—a long time ago, I thought we had only destroyed two Horcruxes—"

Justin looked at the sleeping Sheehan, who was fast asleep.

Because he is always very tired.

Justin thought of the two Sheen he had recently seen, two identical wizards, always busy and tired, who never seemed to get a proper rest.

"Now that I think about it—oh, I'm getting off-topic. Do you remember? Hermione, the Voldemort we met, the young Voldemort."

Justin recalled.

"Of course. But don't call him that—never mind, whatever you want."

Hermione was thinking seriously.

"He proclaimed himself a descendant of Slytherin, and summoned the Basilisk—I'll assume this is what he did to open the Chamber of Secrets, prove his Slytherin lineage, and erase the Muggle wizards' diaries,"

Justin's voice, accompanied by the crackling of the fireplace, said, "So, the two Horcruxes we know of that were destroyed are the Slytherin Diary and the Ravenclaw Crown—Hermione. I know some people who always despise the baseness of their own bloodline and therefore can't wait to need more credentials to proclaim themselves."

Hermione stared intently at Justin.

"I suspect Voldemort was that kind of person."

Justin's smile faded. "If Sheehan hadn't taken out Gryffindor's sword, I would have guessed he had already destroyed it."

Justin continued, "Therefore, I think the relics of the four founders of Hogwarts must have held a strong attraction for him. They were once the most powerful and noble wizards, just like the kind of wizard Voldemort wanted to be."

"So you think—"

Hermione felt a thread connecting the previously vague clues.

"I think he would want to use the Hufflepuff Cup, just like he used the Ravenclaw tiara. I've been looking for those items, but unfortunately, I haven't found any."

Justin said with some regret.

"so""

Hermione raised her voice.

Justin looked at her with some anticipation.

What does Hermione have to share with him?

"So you were doing it behind my back too!"

Hermione raised her voice again indignantly.

Justin was stunned for a moment.

"Just kidding!"

Hermione's puffed-up face suddenly relaxed. "Of course I've been investigating—"

"oh."

Justin was still shaken.

He genuinely didn't know how to answer.

"Riddle—Riddle—I've been investigating Voldemort's name. Then it appeared in a newspaper—"

Hermione took out an old newspaper and solemnly spread it out.

It's probably quite old, with brownish-yellow spots scattered among the lines of writing.

[The Law of Secrecy has been severely violated, and Morfin is a repeat murderer who refuses to change his ways! Morfin was previously interrogated on September 14th of last year, pleading guilty to charges of using magic in front of a Muggle and causing him harm and suffering. Now he has gone mad again. We warn every law-abiding wizard to stay away from the insane Gaunt family —]

Hermione pointed to a line of text in the corner of the newspaper:

The entire Riddle family, all Muggle victims, were killed.

"My God—you found this name from so many newspaper reports?"

Justin was visibly shocked.

"It's not over yet."

Hermione said irritably, pulling many pages of paper from her pocket.

Some of them are pieces of paper from a book, some look like fragments cut from a newspaper, and some are simply small pieces with only one or two sentences inside.

Hermione spread them out so Justin could see every part.

"Besides the Riddle family, I also found clues about the Gaunt family—"

Hermione fiddled with the pages, "They might really be descendants of Slytherin—"

Memories flooded back like a tide.

Coincidentally, Voldemort claimed to be a descendant of Slytherin, and he was also able to open the Chamber of Secrets and command the Basilisk.

"The descendants of Slytherin, the Gaunt family murdered the Muggle Riddle family—there must be some connection. Even if there isn't, I suspect the Gaunt family must have had Slytherin's artifacts—just like you said—"

Hermione spoke while letting out a heavy sigh.

Hermione, has anyone ever told you you're a genius?

Justin said.

"Many people."

Hermione raised her head. "I know I may not be of much help in combat. But I still have this."

Hermione clenched her fist and placed it near the end of her hair.

When Sheen woke up, it was already completely dark.

Justin and Hermione were reading books, which was what they did most at Hope Lodge.

He seems to be drunk.

This was Sheen's first thought.

But it seems there was nothing seriously wrong, and he even gained Professor Slughorn's memories.

Sheehan instinctively felt that Headmaster Dumbledore would be very pleased.

"Sheen"

Sheehan noticed out of the corner of his eye that Hermione had put away her book and was walking towards them.

"Hermione, good evening."

Sheen said.

"you----"

"We all heard it."

Justin said frankly and openly.

Hermione glared at him.

They seemed to think that this was too blunt.

"Um."

Sheen nodded.

It was not inappropriate for their companions to know that they had destroyed the Horcruxes.

This cannot be considered a piece of information that requires strict confidentiality.

Even if strict confidentiality is required.

Sheen looked around and found that Ron wasn't there, which made him feel more at ease.

"We've made some discoveries regarding Horcruxes,"

Hermione tilted her head back, nose held high, "I don't think even you would necessarily know everything."

Sheen slightly raised his head, his eyebrows subtly lifting.

"You go first."

Hermione looked at Justin.

"We discovered that Voldemort seems to have a preference for the relics of the four founders, and we speculate that this satisfies his craving for false power."

They wanted to showcase their unique personality.

Justin said seriously.

Sheen was slightly surprised, then nodded seriously.

Hermione also discovered—

Sheehan was indeed somewhat surprised when Hermione produced the newspaper.

He naturally recognized the man in the picture, the prisoner—Morphin Gaunt, and when he saw the distant view of Riddle House, he couldn't help but glance at Hermione.

Hermione enjoyed Sheehan's unusual actions.

"Oh, you guys—"

Sheen hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"We only recently found it—do you think he would use Slytherin's relics as Horcruxes?"

Anyway, we hope this helps you.

Justin said expectantly.

"Slytherin's Relics —"

Sheen remained silent for a while.

"Yes, Voldemort always despised him as a Muggle. Even though he himself was a Muggle wizard, Hermione just found a report in the Muggle news about the son of a Riddle squire who eloped with the daughter of a tramp, Merop Gaunt."

Justin spoke, then fell silent for a moment.

The truth seems to be obvious.

The Gaunt family's identity, their control over the Basilisk, and the origin of the Riddle surname —

"You did a great job."

Sheen found it hard to imagine how the two of them had deduced these things from such a jumble of unrelated options.

He was slightly lost in thought; it seemed that everyone here was working hard to fight against evil.

"So, what about Slytherin's belongings?"

Hermione asked impatiently.

Looking at Sheen's expression, she didn't think Sheen knew much less than she did.

"Destroyed."

Sheen said calmly.

The cabin remained silent for a while.

Hermione hesitated before speaking, "You mean—"

"We have found and destroyed the two Slytherin relics, the Gauntlet ring and the Slytherin necklace."

Sheen repeated it.

Justin saw Hermione slump in her chair, her lips pursed.

"How are you----"

Justin asked quietly.

"I just hope I don't look too ridiculous today."

Hermione struggled to keep her voice from becoming too soft.

"And you too, Hufflepuff's golden cup—"

Hermione saw Sheehan shake his head slightly, and only then did her eyes light up. "You still don't know?"

It's not much different, at least Principal Dumbledore doesn't know.

In that case, it can't be said that they all knew.

So Sheen nodded.

"In other words!"

Hermione stood up excitedly.

"Perhaps we will have an operation soon."

Sheen seemed to be implying something.

Indeed, Hufflepuff's golden cup has not yet been destroyed.

He remembered that the thing had been stored in Gringotts for a long time.

Now, it's time to go to Gringotts and destroy it.

As for whether Gringotts will hinder them?

"Um----"

There's no need to think about things that are obvious.

Sheehan's ambiguous remark left Justin and Hermione in a tense atmosphere for quite some time.

They really gave Sheen some surprises.

This made him somewhat look forward to his friends' investigation.

Before the final plan is implemented, perhaps they have a more convenient and safer way to find the last Horcrux.

And just like that, more than a month passed by in the blink of an eye.

Late February, just before Easter.

Hermione, busy investigating Horcruxes and taking all her elective courses, was bursting like a balloon.

"For God's sake!"

During prophecy class, Hermione exclaimed, "Don't bring up that ridiculous omen again!"

Professor Trelawney raised his big eyes and stared at Hermione's face. Parvati and Lavender whispered among themselves, both glaring at Hermione.

Professor Trelawney stood up and glared at Hermione with obvious anger.

"I regret to say, my dear, from the first moment you stepped into this classroom, you clearly did not possess the talent required for the noble art of divination."

In fact, I don't recall ever seeing a student so mediocre and hopeless.

The whole class was silent, then a loud "Okay!"

Hermione suddenly said, getting up and stuffing "Seeing the Future Through the Fog" into her bag.

"good!"

She repeated herself, slinging her backpack over her shoulder, nearly knocking Justin off his chair, "I give up! I'm leaving!"

The whole class stared in disbelief. Hermione strode over to the trapdoor, kicked it open, and scrambled down the ladder and disappeared.

The classroom quieted down after a few minutes.

Professor Trelawney was breathing heavily and pulled the gauze scarf around his neck tighter.

"Oh, Lavender suddenly shouted, startling everyone."

"Oh—! Professor Trelawney, I remember now! You foresaw her departure, didn't you, Professor? Around Easter, one of us will leave us forever! You said it all along, Professor!"

Professor Trelawney gave her a tearful smile.

"Yes, my dear, I did know all along that Miss Granger was going to leave us. But one always hopes that one has misread the signs—the third eye can sometimes be a burden, you know—"

Lavender and Parvati looked on with utter admiration, and they shifted their seats to make room for Professor Trelawney to sit at their table.

At this moment, Sheen had already stood up.

Professor Trelawney looked at him in astonishment.

"Professor, I'm not feeling well."

Sheen said.

At that moment, no one dared to speak.

Sheen bowed apologetically to the professor, then slowly walked out.

When they stopped Hermione, she was still wiping away tears.

Upon seeing Sheen approach, she quickly pretended to be nonchalant.

It seems like they don't care about anything.

"You've been working too hard lately; you should relax a bit."

Sheen said softly.

"You're the one who's least likely to say that."

Hermione glared at him, her eyes red.

However, it was completely harmless.

"Um."

Sheen did not deny it.

"When do we take action?"

Hermione changed the subject.

"After you get some rest..."

Sheen thought for a few seconds and then said.

"If I don't rest, we won't destroy the Horcruxes? What does that have to do with anything?"

Hermione said, embarrassed and annoyed.

"You're right, they're not that related. So don't push yourself too hard."

Sheen said softly.

Hermione was stunned for a moment.

"I see."

Her voice was low and soft.

After she left the corridor with her books, the busiest little wizard opened the panel:

Transfiguration Classification:

Magical Transformation: Master Level (1250/3000000)

Matter Transformation: Master Level (1250/3000000)

Soul Transformation: Master Level (11250/3000000)

After nearly two months, he finally achieved his goal of raising all his Transfiguration skills to the Master level.

Now, all he needs to do is push his soul transformation to the next stage, which is to re-enter the borderland and find out the reason for the surge in proficiency, and he can forge a legend.

legend----

At that time, he had more confidence whether he was breaking into Gringotts or facing Voldemort.

It was at this moment that Sheen's magic hand mirror vibrated, something he hadn't done in a long time:

Dear Mr. Green, we hope we have not disturbed you. He has settled in Albania.

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