Chapter 509: Golden Cup


    North Sea, Azkaban.


    A dense nket of ever-present fog constantly encircles this ind.


    This fog, which contained magical powers, prevented the Muggles, who had already explored the entire world, from discovering this ind full of sins, and at the same time, it could also suppress the hope of all the prisoners on the prison ind who wished to escape.


    It was just that today, an uninvited guest, whose body waspletely shrouded in grey robes, passed through the fog and went up to this prison that made every wizard in the magical world fearful to the core.


    The surrounding area was filled with bare stone walls, and only in the middle of the ind stood an ancient and dpidated castle.


    The grey-robed wizard avoided the Ministry of Magic''s Aurors stationed on this prison ind and easily made his way to the interior of the prison.


    Dementors were floating around, but just as he entered the castle, his entire body instantly twisted itself physically and turned into a grey rat with one finger missing!


    Dementors only suck the emotions out of humans, and are certainly not half as interested in animals, so the rat wandered around the prison like it was nothing, and soon he found the person he was trying to find.


    It was in the deepest part of Azkaban, and usually only held those wizard criminals who were sentenced to permanent imprisonment.


    And at this moment, inside the prison that the rat was snuck in, a cloaked woman was sitting.


    The woman''s clothes were ragged, and her face looked very haggard, but her mental state was not as withered and depressed as the other prisoners, instead, she always maintained a state of extraordinary exuberance and fervour!


    The rat transformed into human form in front of the woman, and at the same time pulled down the hood of his grey robe, revealing a face with all his features squeezed together, living like a big fat rat.


    Be looked up and saw the face, and she couldn''t help but show a burst of indignant insanity.


    "Wormtail! How dare youe to see me!"


    Peter couldn''t help but physically shiver at the sight of Be looking as crazy as she did before, he had spent the first ten years or so of his life hiding in the Weasley''s house out of fear of these hardcore diehards of Voldemort.


    Voldemort''s disappearance and theplete defeat of the entire pureblood forces were directly rted to the information he provided back then.


    People like Be wanted to skin him and tear him apart.


    However, Peter hade here with a mission this time, and although he was scared, he still maintained hisposure.


    "It was our lord who told me toe."


    Be, who originally looked like every cell in her body was radiating rage, suddenly went still.


    Her spirit was more on the side of insanity, but she was not a fool, Peter''s so-called loyalty to Voldemort was more actually a kind of cowardice, of course, he had the possibility of being found by other people who would also make him feel cowardly and make him re-identify them as his lord, but he definitely would not have the guts toe to Azkaban to provoke her with this matter now.


    Therefore, the only possibility that the one he spoke of as his lord was the one they had inmon!


    Be violently grabbed the prison bars, frightening Peter who subconsciously took a few steps back.


    "Every year, several newly imprisoned prisoners here are saying that the lord has returned! But in the end, all of them are eventually certified under the tortures of the Dementors that they are just spouting nonsense! How can you prove what you say, Wormtail!"


    Peter didn''t dare meet Be''s ring, bloodshot eyes.


    He faltered.


    "Lord once asked you to keep one thing for him."


    "My lord has trusted me with more than just one thing he feltfortable handing over to me back in the past!"


    "The gold, the Golden Cup."


    The atmosphere suddenly went silent.


    It was as if Be had recalled something, and her gaze began to grow erratic.


    It was a kind of excitement born out of near-desperate madness, a manifestation of a near-death heart gradually beginning toe alive again.


    "How did you get into the Lestrange''s family treasury!"


    "I didn''t get in, my lord found me through a goblin."


    Be let go of the prison bars, and smiled, her smile still as unnerving as ever, her voice bing unmistakably subdued.


    "What does our lord need us for?"


    ***


    "This is Jon, Harry."


    Early the next morning, Dumbledore had prepared a room for them to have breakfast alone, and Harry was naturally with Lily, who of course introduced them to each other when they met this time.


    Harry had already learnt a little about Jon''s exploits in the other worldst night, so he didn''t think of him as some ordinary boy anymore, if he were to go by normal age, Jon would actually be a few months older than Harry.


    "Hello, can I just call you Jon?"


    Jon looked at the quiet-looking Harry with his ck sses and for some reason, an image of him as an adult wearing smoky make-up andp dancing in ck leather trousers suddenly came to mind.


    Hastily shaking his head to banish this segment of the horrific vision from his brain, Jon extended one of his own hands to shake Harry''s in return.


    "Sure thing, Harry."


    Harry, of course, had no idea what Jon was thinking, he just said with a look of admiration.


    "They all say I''m the hero who defeated the "You-Know-Who", but in fact, I''ve never even seen what the "You-Know-Who" really looks like, and you''re the real hero!"


    "In our ce, everyone is a hero, just like the stars in the night sky, no stargazer focuses only on the brightest ones, right? Sometimes it''s the stars that have faded out that are more memorable."


    Jon said gently as he munched on his Hot dog.


    Harry looked at him with even more passion.


    Truth be told, the upbringing Harry had grown up in could be described as nothing short of exceptionally bad, right?


    However, his character was not half as bad as he was brought up to be, nor did he inherit that part of his father''s youthful wickedness; at best, he could be considered a bit naughty, and his personal outlook could not be more positive.


    In fact, he had always been ashamed that he had such a reputation and was held in such high esteem, feeling that he had stolen his mother''s effort without any qualification.


    So when he learnt that in another world, someone his own age had actually managed to defeat Voldemort, and in such a difficult environment, it was only natural that a kind of admiration rose.


    Lily, of course, could see this, but she didn''t see anything wrong with it, not to mention Harry, if there was a need to choose an absolute leader to rece Dumbledore in the Order of the Phoenix, nine times out of ten the adult wizards would choose Jon.


    After breakfast was over, Jon and the others didn''t dy any longer, and in front of Dumbledore, Jon began to allot ns.


    He and Lily would split up into two groups, one would be responsible for destroying the time-turner, and the other would be searching for the rest of the Horcruxes.


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