Chapter 231: 12 Grimmauld Place
The method for refining the Vanishing Cabinet has been lost, and very few remain.
With the intention of saving the lost art, Hephaestus collected it.
Then give it to Borgin and Burke to see if he can figure it out.
This thing is so useful for quickly deploying troops.
We can't ask him to open the aperture every time!
Hephis found another Time-Turner, which was larger than the one Hermione had used last year.
But the hands inside have stopped moving.
There are also many interesting gadgets.
He collected all the ideas that Hephis thought were good, whether good or bad.
Finally he came to an old cabinet with a mottled surface.
On top of the cabinet was a bust of a wizard that looked like it was showing signs of age.
He wore an old wig with a simple, faded crown on it.
It was the diadem of Ravenclaw.
As Hephis approached, the crown sensed him.
A whisper full of temptation and suggestion slowly sounded in his mind.
"Wear me, and you will have supreme wisdom..."
"Wear me, and you will have supreme wisdom..."
A smile appeared on Hephis's lips, and a black hand appeared beside him.
It flew to the crown, took it off its bust, and put it in Hephaestus's pocket.
Hephis stretched himself, as he still had a lot of room to explore.
But after thinking about it, he decided to come back next time.
After all, it would be a bit of a waste to visit such a fun thing all at once.
There are also many books here, which contain many interesting spells.
He can bring Hermione with him to Taobao next time. I guess the girl will like it.
Hephaestus returned to his bedroom, cut off the shadow of the crown, entered the hazy fantasy, and devoured the remaining soul.
Eating unicorn shadow can detoxify and beautify the skin, plus taking a bath, the whole process is incredibly smooth.
He sat on the soft bed and looked at the crown carefully.
The entire crown is shaped like an eagle spreading its wings and is made entirely of mithril.
It is inlaid with nearly a hundred broken diamonds and a fist-sized green gem with a blue glow.
The bottom edge of the crown is engraved with the motto of Ravenclaw: "Wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind."
As Voldemort's soul dissipated, the gem on the crown began to shine with its due brilliance.
Hephis nodded, it was good and worth some money.
Then he put the crown on his head and began to think about life.
who am I?
Where do you come from?
Where to go?
then……
There's no after that.
The crown does add a bit of wisdom to him, maybe it's a psychological effect.
But when the shadow was not devoured, it made him feel direct.
At least when he was devouring the shadow, he could find the answer from materialism and dialectics.
But after putting on the crown, his mind became even more confused.
Or maybe it could be said that the crown made him think in a more idealistic direction.
Let him hesitate between "existence" and "nothingness".
In other words, he is both a part of nature and the center of the entire universe.
If you can't figure it out, forget it.
Hephes enjoyed the massage from the black hands and fell into a deep sleep.
But he forgot to take off his crown.
In that dream, he seemed to have transformed into a traveler in the universe.
Wandering freely in the universe, his shadow obscured the light of the stars and swallowed up the shadows of one planet after another.
Late at night, Grimmauld Place, London.
Suddenly, circles of golden and red light appeared in the air, and Hephesus walked out of them.
Lucius and his wife Narcissa bowed as soon as they saw him appear.
"Master, you are here." Lucius said respectfully.
Hephaestus held them up with his magic.
"Something delayed me. Sorry to have kept you waiting."
"It is our honor to serve the Master," Lucius responded humbly.
"You!" Hephis patted his shoulder, "Come on! Let's go in and take a look!"
Narcissa saluted Hephis again before waving her wand.
Between numbers 11 and 13 Grimmauld Place, a tattered door appeared out of nowhere.
Then came the dirty walls and grimy windows.
It looked like an extra house that had suddenly expanded and pushed the things on both sides away.
Number 12 Grimmauld Place appeared before them.
"Master, please." Lucius led the way in front of him.
Hephaestus stepped onto the cracked stone steps.
The black paint on the door was mottled and covered with crisscross scratches.
The silver door knocker was in the shape of a large coiled snake.
Narcissa knocked on the door with her wand.
There was a sound of metal colliding and the rattling of chains.
The door creaked open.
The hallway was dark, and the air smelled of dust and decay.
It looks like it has been abandoned for a long time.
Hephes waved his hand, and a large ball of light flew out from his hand, illuminating the entire hall.
A huge portrait appeared before their eyes.
Next to it were two gathered velvet curtains, which were already full of worm holes.
An old lady with a sallow complexion and a black hat was staring at Hephes.
She didn't dare to speak, even though she didn't know Hephis.
But he can make Lucius and Narcissa respect the person who leads them.
The bloodline must be very noble.
"This is Walburga Black. My wife came to visit her last time," Lucius introduced.
"How are you, ma'am? Sorry to bother you." Hephis greeted politely.
“You are…” Walburga’s voice was a little sharp, but she deliberately lowered the tone to make it less harsh.
Then she couldn't help but mutter to herself, "It must be a noble pure-blood."
Hephis smiled and didn't explain, "Ma'am, we came here to get something and we'll be leaving in a moment."
As soon as he entered the room, he felt the presence of the Horcrux.
It was obvious that he would not return empty-handed this time, so he was in a good mood.
"No problem, take whatever you want, the Black family is willing to serve you."
Walburga turned his head and called out in a shrill voice: "Kreacher! Come over here and serve this noble gentleman!"
I saw a man who looked very old, with a dirty rag wrapped around his waist.
A house-elf with white fur in two large bat-like ears hunched out from the shadows of the corridor.
"Dear sir, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, welcome."
Kreacher bowed deeply to everyone, his big pig-like nose flattened on the ground.
"Thank you, ma'am." Hephis went straight to the second floor.
Kreacher pointed his finger upwards, and a row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall lit up.
A spiderweb-like chandelier overhead flickered, and then he hunched over and followed the three men.
Walburga was still muttering to himself: "It would be better to take them all. Don't leave them to that traitor."
Hephis naturally heard it too. It seemed that the old lady was very resentful!
