All the changes in the world begin with Tom Cat

Chapter 71 Hufflepuff’s Golden Cup (4 words)

Looking at the big gold cup that was caught, Ding Maomao was very puzzled.

Why did this meow bring up a cup?
Instead of big fish?
Is the luck really so bad?
Ding Hai picked up the heavy gold cup and weighed it a little.

The handle of the golden cup is relatively slender, and the lines of the wheat ears are lifelike, as if they are about to grow.

The base of the cup is a flower pattern in full bloom.

It seems to be just a cup.

Ding Maomao: (￣(エ)￣)︵I lost it!
The golden cup immediately flew out.

"Wait a minute! Wingardim Leviosa!"

Seeing the golden cup thrown by Ding Hai, Dumbledore saw that he had no time to stop it, so he shot a floating spell at the next moment.

The big golden cup that was about to fall to the ground suddenly floated in mid-air. Dumbledore chanted the curse again: "Here comes the golden cup!"

Then, the big golden cup fell into Dumbledore's hands.

Ding Hai couldn't help but wonder, why did Old Deng pay so much attention to a gold cup?
Shouldn't fishing be more important now?
"Hufflepuff's golden cup, as expected, Tom, you almost lost it."

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief.

When he saw the golden cup in the cat's hand, he thought it looked familiar.

Especially there is a pattern on it - a vivid little badger.

Now taking a closer look, it turns out to be Hufflepuff's golden cup.

This golden cup was the first vessel in Hogwarts to assist house elves in transporting magical food. Its owner and maker was one of the four founders of Hogwarts - Helga Hedge. Patch.

But hasn’t this golden cup disappeared?

How could it be fished out of the black lake?
He had only heard that the golden cup seemed to be in the hands of a distant relative of Hufflepuff, but then there was no trace of it.

Well, it makes no sense to think about it now. Let's keep this gold cup. After all, it is an item passed down by the founder of Hogwarts.

"Meow~"

Ding Hai smelled the golden cup and seemed to smell something.

He pointed at the golden cup toward Dumbledore and stuck out his tongue in disgust.

Lao Deng understood immediately: "You mean this golden cup has a strange smell? But I don't smell anything!"

As he spoke, he sniffed it carefully, but there was nothing particularly strange about it.

Ding Hai picked up and held up a sign that read: "The Smell of Lord Voldemort Tom Marvolo Riddle!"

Dumbledore: ! ! !
"Are you serious? This cup really smells like him?"

Dumbledore grabbed Ding Hai's shoulders tightly and stared slightly.

Ding Hai nodded his head.

There was no mistaking this aura.

Although it was said that Quirrell was possessed by the Dark Lord last time, the slight smell of decay was unmistakable to the cat's sense of smell.

"Tom, I have to say, you really gave me a surprise today." Dumbledore raised the corner of his mouth, with a smile on his face.

After he originally learned that Voldemort had Horcruxes and might be resurrected, he had been trying to find those Horcruxes, but these Horcruxes were as invisible as if the signal had been cut off.

Now it's better, it's delivered directly to your door.

He didn't care why the gold cup was fished from the Black Lake, and took Hufflepuff's gold cup directly back to the office, not even caring about his fishing rod and a bucket of fish.

Ding Hai blinked Kazilan's big eyes, forget it, although he doesn't know what Old Man Deng is going to do?

But fishing cats never air force!
So, Ding Hai swung his pole again and continued fishing.

the other side

Dumbledore returned to his office and also called Snape, McGonagall and Professor Flitwick over.

Several professors were also confused. Did Albus have something important to tell them?Otherwise, we would have called them to the office so urgently.

"I'm really sorry for calling you here in such a hurry."

Dumbledore placed the golden cup in his hand on the table.

"It doesn't matter, I'm just curious about why you summoned us so urgently."

Professor McGonagall said.

"Take a look at this golden cup!"

Dumbledore took out his wand, and a silvery-white light appeared on the tip of the wand. As the light appeared, a black gas appeared in the golden cup, which gradually formed a human shape.

The real person is the familiar Dark Lord, but only the young Dark Lord Tom Riddle.

"Voldemort!!"

The professor present exclaimed.

"Dumbledore?! Although you destroyed my diary, you can't get any news from me! Never!"

Riddle's face was full of rebelliousness.

"Haha, maybe this is the first time we have met in this way, Tom."

Dumbledore had a calm expression on his face. He had known this student's character very well since he entered Hogwarts.

"Hmph! You still like those Muggles. If it were me, I would decide not to use those despicable Muggles. They can be crushed to death as easily as ants."

Riddle snorted coldly, like an arrogant kitten.

"Tom, you still have the same temper. I have told you before that Muggles are not useless. Without magic, we are also Muggles."

"You can say whatever you want, but I won't reveal anything valuable to you!"

Riddle stopped talking.

"Albus, what's going on?" Professor Flitwick interjected.

Although Riddle's appearance surprised them, they still haven't figured out what's going on!

"This is not Tom's true body, just a fragment of his soul. You should remember what I said, Riddle may come back and create an evil Horcrux for this purpose."

"Horcrux? Could it be?"

Professor McGonagall suddenly realized.

"Yes, you must have guessed that this golden cup is Hufflepuff's golden cup. You should all be curious, but he is one of the Horcruxes, right? Tom?"

Then, Dumbledore looked at Riddle with a smile on his face.

Riddle's illusory body shook violently.

"What are you talking about? What Horcrux? I don't know anything!!"

Riddle gritted his teeth and turned his head away from looking at the old fox.

Dumbledore's lips curled up, "Very good, little guy, I'm in a hurry!"

Tom is very immature now. Although he has not absorbed spiritual thoughts, the mature Dumbledore can still see his little thoughts.

"Wait a minute! As far as I know, this Hufflepuff vault is kept in Gringotts' vault. How did it appear in your hands? Albus, did you blow up the vault?" Flitwick was half-joking. typical.

"If I had really blown up the treasury, I wouldn't be standing here now. To be precise, it wasn't me who got it, but another Tom who got it, or caught it from the lake." Dumbledore said truthfully. .

"Tom? You mean that kitten?" Snape frowned.

"Yes, I have to say that this Tom is different from Tom. Although he is a cat, he is not ordinary. On the contrary, the one in front of me now is ~ tsk tsk tsk."

Dumbledore continued.

Riddle immediately stopped when he heard this, and his expression became angry: "Dumbledore, are you saying that I am not as good as a cat? Are you kidding me? I am the Dark Lord, even if you find this What about cups? I still have five more!"

"Oh? Then there are seven Horcruxes~" Dumbledore smiled, smiling like a stolen Wong Tai Sin.

"You!! How did I let it slip? Damn it Dumbledore! You misled me! You are so cunning."

Dumbledore cast a spell directly, interrupting Riddle's yelling.

"Okay, now that our Mr. Tom has revealed his secret, it's time to ask him to go back and have a good sleep."

Dumbledore tapped his wand lightly, and Riddle immediately dissipated, turning into a ball of black gas and shrinking back into the golden cup.

"Dumbledore, what do you want to do with this cup? Do you want to destroy it directly/"

Snape asked, since Voldemort's second Horcrux has been found, according to his own opinion, it should be destroyed.

"No, no, no, I still want to keep this golden cup. Riddle's soul fragments can help me find other Horcruxes, but I will put some small restrictions on him so that he cannot sense each other's existence."

Dumbledore shook his head and put away his wand.

Even if the previous diary was destroyed, he would still use this golden cup to find the next Horcrux.

He needed to use ancient tracking magic to see if he could locate other Horcruxes through their previous connections.

"I listen to you on this matter." Snape had no objection.

"I have another question, how did Hufflepuff's golden cup fall into this black lake? Isn't it in the vault?"

Flitwick asked again.

"I saw the Daily Prophet this morning. It seems that Gringotts' vault was stolen, and a lot of things were stolen from it. No one has been caught yet," McGonagall added, pushing up her glasses.

"Oh? It seems that Gringotts, which only recognizes keys but not people, is not that safe. It is better to put a medicine jar in my office for insurance."

Snape was full of sarcasm.

"Ahem, okay, let's let this matter go as it is for the time being. We will be busy with another thing next."

Dumbledore planned their small talk.

Professor McGonagall: "You're talking about the Goblet of Fire, Headmaster Albus."

"Yes, the time is almost up. This will be another grand event for Hogwarts. We cannot let other schools take it lightly."

Dumbledore nodded.

The Goblet of Fire, also known as the Triwizard Tournament, was a friendly competition established more than 700 years ago by the three most powerful magic schools in Europe at the time.

In addition to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, there are Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

This competition was originally intended to establish a bridge of communication between young wizards from different countries on the continent of Europa, but it was stopped after there were many deaths in some projects.

He had received news from the Ministry of Magic that the Triwizard Tournament would be held in the next school year at Hogwarts.

The location is Hogwarts.

"Well, it seems that my old bones are quite busy." Flitwick shrugged helplessly.

"Haha, I thought it would be lively, Flitwick."

Dumbledore chuckled.

"That's really looking forward to."

Then, several professors left Dumbledore's office.

Seeing a few people leaving, Dumbledore sat down, stretched out his hand, and spread a piece of white paper on the table. The quill moved with the magic and wrote the content on it.

After he finished writing, he put it in an envelope.The envelope bore the signature of the recipient - Alastor Moody.

"Fox, I'll ask you to deliver this letter for me, and I'll give you something delicious to eat when you get back. I caught a lot of fish, and I'll let Tom bake it for you then. I remember that kitten's The craftsmanship is very good, I think you miss the taste."

Fawkes, who was combing his feathers on the shelf, was about to protest when Dumbledore asked him to help him run errands, but he gave up his mind in the second half of the sentence.

Previously, Dumbledore brought back two delicious grilled fish, which tasted really delicious.

For the sake of grilled fish, I reluctantly gave away the Phoenix!

So Fox picked up the envelope and let out a long cry, flew out of the window, and soon disappeared.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Mad-Eye~”

Dumbledore muttered.

He sent this letter to invite Mad-Eye Alastor Moody to Hogwarts to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Alastor Moody, like Hagrid, also attended Hogwarts and was a member of the early Order of the Phoenix.

He is also well-known in the wizarding world. He is an Auror. Simply put, he is a policeman in the wizarding world who specializes in dealing with evil people like Death Eaters.

He has also had many battles with Death Eaters, and is also experienced in fighting dark wizards.

The Triwizard Tournament next school year will be very lively, and it will also be a good opportunity for enemies to take advantage of it.

At that time, as the principal, he will inevitably be a little overwhelmed and will need an experienced Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to protect the students from Voldemort's attack.

So he thought about Mad-Eye.

He is also one of Dumbledore's trusted veterans.

It’s just that Alastor Moody is retired now, and I don’t know if he will accept his invitation again.

Otherwise he would have to find someone else.

In a gloomy house
Several men in black robes gathered together and looked respectfully at an ugly-looking man sitting in front of them.

These men in black robes are Death Eaters, Voldemort's followers.

"Master, Wormtail is imprisoned in Azkaban."

One of the Death Eaters said.

"It's really a waste that has more success than failure!"

Sitting on the chair, Lao Fu shook his hands like pickled chicken feet, as if to express his anger.

He did not expect that since the Pettigrew guy was exposed, Dumbledore would send him to Azkaban and the secret meeting with the Dementors.

Now the news from the Daily Prophet is spreading all over the sky.

"That boy is the key! It must succeed! Do what I say!"

Lao Fu said in a very serious tone.

"Yes Master, we will live up to your expectations."

A young Death Eater responded by half-kneeling to Voldemort.

"Then let's go! Gather our old subordinates and send out fireworks to announce our return to the world!"

(End of this chapter)