Chapter 188 Hufflepuff’s Gold Cup
"Theodore, you've worked hard." Hephis patted his shoulder gently.
Theodore was now a full-grown man, and fully six feet tall.
So the scene of Hephis patting his shoulder felt indescribably awkward.
But Theodore seemed very happy, "It is my greatest honor to serve the master."
"Didn't the goblins stop us?" Hephis asked curiously.
Theodore's mouth curled up with disdain, "They are still so self-righteous and ignorant."
"What? Did they take action?" Hephis knew it from the expression on Theodore's face.
Their operation this time was definitely not very smooth.
"Not really. I didn't kill them. I just hung a few goblins from the ceiling. When the guy called Gold Coin saw that these keys were from the prisoners of Azkaban, he immediately got scared."
Theodore grumbled in dissatisfaction, "If only they could refuse."
Hephis looked at Theodore with amusement. This guy just never mind making trouble.
"Okay, those goblins are still useful now. It won't be long before I go there myself."
But the goblin issue did need to be resolved. After all, money was still useful in this world.
"Master, I got the things back." Theodore rummaged through the suitcase and took out a black sandalwood box.
Hephis took it and opened the box, revealing the Hufflepuff gold cup.
The gold cup is made entirely of pure gold.
It is covered with delicate patterns, and its shape resembles twisted vines.
There are also several gems inlaid on it, which looks very expensive.
Hephis could clearly feel the remaining soul breath.
He is very familiar, very, very familiar.
The Hufflepuff Cup is now one of Voldemort's Horcruxes.
After Hephis waved Theodore away, he simply cut off the shadow of the golden cup and swallowed it.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a hazy fantasy world again.
But it was no longer the same room where he would always stop first, a room with all six sides being white.
And it was directly his own blurry fantasy.
It looked like Helga Hufflepuff was truly gone forever.
The familiar meadows and woods were still before his eyes, with the inky black castle standing in the middle.
Adult Hermione was still there, her smile still as warm as ever.
Snape and Flora also sat leisurely on the grass, chatting with Hermione.
The three children surrounded them, laughing and playing.
Hephis took a closer look at the new child.
The girl, about four or five years old, looked like a porcelain doll.
The first impression she gave Hephis was that she was beautiful, very beautiful.
The shadow of Fulla can be vaguely seen in her face.
A green light flew towards him from behind Hephes.
Hephis didn't even move, a shield glowing with black flames rose from behind him, directly blocking the green light.
The scene before his eyes also disappeared.
Hephis turned around dissatisfiedly, "Are you so anxious? I want to watch it for a while longer."
A man wearing a black robe, with a face as pale as paper, no nose and only two nostrils, stood not far away.
His eyes were narrow and bloodshot, and his whole body was filled with a cold aura.
This man is none other than the "socket egg" - Voldemort.
"Who are you?" his gloomy voice sounded.
Hephis was too lazy to talk nonsense with Voldemort. He raised his finger slightly and appeared directly in front of Voldemort.
He directly controlled Voldemort's shadow and bound it in place.
Voldemort saw Hephaest suddenly appear beside him and was about to continue his attack.
But he was horrified to find that his whole body was tied up and he couldn't even make a sound.
Hephis used magic to begin to sense Voldemort's body, which was a pure soul body, much like a ghost.
But unlike a ghost, magic power flows clearly within its body.
In Voldemort's horrified and angry eyes.
Hephis waved his hand lightly, and a transparent broadsword formed by "Soul Whip" cut off one of Voldemort's arms.
He picked up the broken arm and continued to observe it carefully. The magic power still existed in the broken arm.
Moreover, he waited quietly for five minutes, and the magic power in the broken arm did not diminish.
Hephis began to pull the broken arm repeatedly, causing it to deform and twist.
Finally, the broken arm was crumpled into a ball, and the magic power in it did not change at all.
There wasn't even a trace of pain on Voldemort's face. He just kept staring at Hephesus angrily, as if he wanted to eat him.
In fact, Hephes had been unable to figure out something for a long time.
Where does the magic reside?
Every time he used it, he could clearly feel the magic power flowing in his body.
But whether it is Voldemort in the diary or Helga Hufflepuff.
They all perform magic in soul form.
This means that even if the body does not exist, the soul can still use magic.
So is the magic in the body or in the soul?
So this time he got the fragment of Voldemort's soul in the golden cup, and he wanted to figure out the matter.
It seems that magic really exists in the soul and has nothing to do with the body.
This would also explain why Vanasha was able to transform from a squib into a wizard after swallowing the shadow.
It seems that he has to change his future plans.
Physical strength is not the key to bearing the wizard's shadow, but the soul.
Hephis performed some other experiments on Voldemort's body.
He also had a clearer understanding of the soul.
Then he rolled Voldemort into a small ball and ate it bite by bite.
The hazy fantasy began to become turbulent.
It began to shatter like a mirror, and the spatial image once again quickly passed by Hephes' eyes.
Hephis opened his eyes, and a cold aura emanated from his body.
A hint of blood red also appeared in his pupils.
Hephis once again felt the swelling sensation brought about by the fusion of souls.
His soul strength increased by about one-fifth, a little less than last time.
Hephaestus took out the unicorn shadow that he had prepared in advance.
He swallowed it directly into his mouth, and the sticky black grease seeped out of his body again.
Hephis went into the bathroom.
More than half an hour later, he came out again.
The cold aura around him also completely disappeared.
Hephis was not wearing any clothes either, he just sat quietly on the bed and fell into deep thought.
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