Chapter 148 The Soul in the Horcrux

Cyrus did not find the location of the Pavilion of Knowledge, but he had expected this.

If the Pavilion of Knowledge was so easy to find, it would not have been hidden in Hogwarts for so long.

He had long been prepared for a protracted war. During this period, he directly turned the Room of Requirement into his bedroom. He could live here before finding the Pavilion of Knowledge.

His "loyal" servant, Lucius Malfoy, sent Dobby to Cyrus, a house elf with a bit of rebelliousness.

He had already carried out the task he had assigned to Lucius. Dobby would send Cyrus the daily Prophet and some work reports of Malfoy every day.

Lucius was very active in this matter. Cyrus suspected that his enthusiasm was even greater than when he was domineering under Voldemort.

But this was no wonder. The Malfoy family was famous for being good at changing their attitude according to the situation. Before the Statute of Secrecy was promulgated, they did not care about cooperating with Muggles at all. After the Statute of Secrecy was promulgated, they immediately cut off their relationship with Muggles. In the final analysis, he is concerned about the interests of the family.

Once Cyrus's plan against goblins and Gringotts succeeds, the Malfoy family will naturally become the most powerful family in the British wizarding world!

At that time, the so-called 28 holy pure-blood families will be just a ridiculous joke in his eyes.

Now, Malfoy has taken all his wealth out of Gringotts, and then bribed various newspapers to start public opinion attacks on Gringotts.

Of course, he is not fighting alone.

In Britain, in addition to the 28 holy pure-blood families, there are many other pure-blood families. They are not as well-established as Malfoy or Black, but they have accumulated a lot of wealth. The first two families to support Lucius were the Goyle and Crabbe families.

They have been the followers of the Malfoy family for a long time.

It is still very reassuring for Malfoy to do this matter with Cyrus. He only needs to pay a little attention to the movements. Controlling the economy of wizards is a long-term plan. At present, improving strength is the most important thing. In addition to searching for the Pavilion of Knowledge, Cyrus is also studying the magic props he has at present.

The golden cup, the crown, the resurrection stone and the time converter.

There is nothing much to say about the Gaunt family ring. This thing is more of a commemorative significance, but the golden cup and the crown are different. The golden cup left by Hufflepuff obviously contains some powerful ancient magic. This magic even violates the Gamp Transfiguration Law.

You should know that the Gamp Transfiguration Law is almost equivalent to the law of gravity in the magic world.

Such a magic prop, even if it is not offensive, is extremely valuable. But Voldemort, the brainless fool, actually made it into a Horcrux...

Cyrus took out the golden cup and placed it on a table.

He did not disturb the soul fragments of Voldemort in the cup, but picked up the wand and gently knocked on the edge of the cup.

"Ding--"

A crisp sound immediately echoed.

"I want a cup of pumpkin juice."

The empty cup immediately gushed out spring water, but the water was orange and exuded the sweetness of pumpkin.

The summoning spell can actually make a cup of pumpkin juice. However, the summoning spell requires the caster to know the location of the food in advance before it can be summoned. But Cyrus can clearly see that the magic in the golden cup is not summoning.

It really created a cup of pumpkin juice out of nothing.

The pumpkin juice exudes an attractive aroma, but Cyrus dare not drink a sip.

The food that came out of a cup that hosted Voldemort's soul, even if there was nothing wrong with it, Cyrus felt a little disgusted.

After experimenting with the food, Cyrus poured out the pumpkin juice in the cup and continued to knock on the wall of the cup with his wand.

"Give me a cup--" he paused, "Felixir."

The golden cup surged again, and this time, a large cup of golden, crystal clear potion gushed out of it!

Cyrus had used Felixir not long ago, so he could naturally recognize it. But at that time, he only got a few drops of the Felixir.

But now, in front of Cyrus, there is a full cup!

"I didn't expect that even the Felixir could be conjured."

He raised the cup, and the overflowing golden potion immediately swayed around and fell on the table. If people knew about such a wasteful behavior, they would definitely scold him!

For such a precious potion, the value of one or two drops is already unimaginable, not to mention that Cyrus spilled so much at this moment.

It can be said that if there is a random person who knows the goods, he will probably rush to the table without scruples about his face and lick the spilled Felixir clean...

But in fact, the Felixir has side effects, and drinking one or two drops at a time is almost the limit.

If you really drink a whole cup of Felixir, it is no different from seeking death.

After pouring out the Felixir with regret, Cyrus made a last attempt.

He solemnly pressed the magic wand against the edge of the golden cup: "Give me a cup, the elixir of immortality."

This time, the golden cup did not react at all.

It makes sense. Even if it is a golden cup, it is impossible to create something it has never seen before. But what if I pour the elixir into it?

Can the golden cup replicate the elixir infinitely?

Cyrus did what he said. He cut his finger and dripped a drop of blood into the golden cup.

He was resurrected by the Philosopher's Stone. It can be said that the Philosopher's Stone is his heart. Every beat of his heart is the pulse of life, and every drop of blood has unparalleled vitality!

His blood itself is the elixir of immortality!

After the blood, like a red gem, touched the wall of the golden cup, it immediately overflowed like a gushing spring. In an instant, the scarlet blood filled the golden cup!

The blood-colored potion exudes a strong life force.

Cyrus felt that he needed to find a few mice to try the medicine to see if the potion made from the golden cup made into a Horcrux could still be drunk. If not, he could only disguise himself as Tom Riddle again.

"The magic contained in the golden cup is indeed ancient magic, and it is much more advanced than ordinary ancient magic." Cyrus put down the golden cup.

In front of him, an old yellow mouse with dry hair was soaked in the blood-colored potion.

This precious potion, which is enough to be called the wine of immortality, was used as a test subject by Cyrus.

The mouse lying in the elixir was summoned by the Room of Requirement. As long as it is in Hogwarts Castle and is not protected by special magic, the Room of Requirement can bring it to Cyrus.

Rats are not rare in Hogwarts. The basilisk in the pipes has survived by eating mice for thousands of years.

After Cyrus soaked the dying mouse in the golden cup, its body seemed to have changed.

Its hair was no longer dry, and its thin body seemed to become plump. The eyes that had turned white due to old age also became black again! This is almost a reversal of the magic of time. The elixir not only prolongs the life of the mouse, but also makes it younger!

Cyrus did not find it strange. The same potion does have different effects on different species. For lower-level life like mice, the effect of the elixir will naturally be more significant.

And more advanced life, especially magical creatures, they themselves have a certain resistance to magic.

Strong magic resistance not only weakens the magic effect of the enemy, but also weakens the potion's efficacy. The elixir that can make mice return to youth can only be used to prolong the life of wizards after being used on wizards. It is difficult to reverse the wizard's physical condition.

This is why Nick Flamel has lived for a long time, but his body has been aging.

This is what Cyrus expected from the beginning. The experiment he did was not to confirm this, but for another thing.

He quietly looked at the mouse that seemed to be reborn from the blood, watching it full of vitality again, walking out of the blood, and dragging a blood mark on the table. The mouse stood up and looked around vigilantly. It seemed that there was no problem.

"Completely resurrected?"

Cyrus was a little surprised. He thought that the things that came out of the golden cup would be contaminated by Voldemort's soul.

However, just when he thought that there was no problem with the elixir, the mouse's body suddenly stiffened, and then fell straight down, making a shrill scream!

It curled up and struggled painfully on the table, as if countless people held wands and cast a Cruciatus Curse on it.

Then, a terrible black gas immediately enveloped it.

The mouse stopped moving.

Cyrus took a half step back and stared at the black gas.

This was obviously a powerful and vicious curse. It did not take the mouse's life, but it made it live a life worse than death.

Pain was only one aspect. He could see that the mouse's life had been cursed and became a half-dead thing.

At the same time, the originally bright red blood in the golden cup seemed to be oxidized, becoming dull and gray, as if mixed with a deadly poison, and turned into a foul-smelling mud.

At this moment, the mouse stood up again, as if the pain just now was false, but in fact, its skin began to fester in an instant, and the hair that had become soft withered and fell off, emitting a rotten smell.

Like a zombie that was still conscious after death and still acting according to instinct.

"Pathetic thing."

It was no longer alive, but it was not completely dead.

Cyrus's wand spurted out a stream of fire, burning it to ashes.

Just as he had guessed before, the things that the golden cup had transformed could no longer be used. Voldemort's soul had cursed the golden cup recklessly. I'm afraid that anyone who eats the food that the golden cup has transformed into will end up like the mouse.

And those lives that he cursed will eventually become his nutrients.

But Cyrus still cursed Voldemort again.

This guy is simply a destroyer of cultural relics. So many good things have been ruined by him.

It's okay for Voldemort to make Horcruxes, but he had to choose these powerful magic props to make them, just to satisfy his almost perverted collecting habit. But in fact, whether it is a golden cup Horcrux or a diary Horcrux, they are essentially no different.

Horcruxes are not demanding about the materials they are made of, just like door keys, even if they are small stones on the roadside as containers. What matters is the fragments of the split soul, not the vessel.

If it were Cyrus, if he were to make a Horcrux, he would definitely choose a phoenix or a Dementor.

Think about it, an immortal Horcrux is the safest!

"What a pity for the golden cup."

A thing that could have produced the elixir of immortality infinitely--

Cyrus sighed. It was not that he had not thought about copying the magic in the golden cup and then making a new one himself, but it was actually not that simple. The magic on the golden cup was ancient magic, and it was very profound.

Although he did have the talent to learn ancient magic, it was just a premise, like a key that allowed Cyrus to enter the door of ancient magic, but it was not certain how much ancient magic he could actually master.

All students at Hogwarts have wizard talents, but not everyone can become a master in all fields.

Potions, spells, transfiguration, alchemy...

It is already an extraordinary talent to be able to achieve something in one of these fields. More students are mediocre. In fact, mediocrity is the norm.

The ancient magic on the golden cup is obviously very profound, not something Cyrus can master now.

"In fact, the golden cup is not completely useless." Cyrus pinched his chin and thought, "At least, if I want to poison someone, I don't have to bother to make potions..."

"Or, can I find a way to remove the fragments of the soul in the golden cup?"

The idea of ​​taking out Voldemort's soul and restoring the golden cup to its original appearance is like a magical seed. After being planted, it immediately grew into a towering tree in Cyrus' mind.

Not only for the magic of the golden cup, but also for studying Horcruxes.

Cyrus is not sure whether he is still Voldemort's Horcrux. Although his soul should no longer have the shadow of Voldemort's fragments, theoretically, the connection between him and Voldemort should have been cut off.

But what if?

No one can say for sure about the soul.

Cyrus feels that he should at least make plans early. If one day he finds that the soul in the diary is still haunting his mind, he must have the ability to remove it.

However, the golden cup cannot be used for experiments. If it fails, the golden cup will be destroyed, which will be a loss.

Cyrus put away the golden cup and took out the Gaunt family ring.

The resurrection stone on the ring had been taken off by him a long time ago. As for the ring itself, it actually has no special use. It can only symbolize the identity of Gaunt. Even if this thing is destroyed in the end, Cyrus will not feel bad.

"The production of Horcruxes requires the division of the soul, and the division of the soul requires murder. According to the records of "Advanced Black Magic", on the contrary, if you want to reunite the divided soul, you can only repent..."

Cyrus felt a little unreliable.

Not to mention that it was Voldemort who killed people, why should he repent for him?

Even if he really repented, it would probably be useless. After all, they are not the same person.

It is even more ridiculous to ask Voldemort to repent. If he would repent, he would not be Voldemort.

"We still have to think of other ways." Cyrus thought, "After all, the soul in the Horcrux is an external thing, and it is impossible to be completely compatible with the container itself. It would be great if we can take it out of the container, or... lure it out by itself?"

Just like after he was resurrected from the diary, the diary was no longer a Horcrux. If the soul in the ring was also resurrected, would the ring no longer be a Horcrux?

But...

Help Voldemort to resurrect?

Cyrus had never thought of such a thing.

He had a better idea-it just so happened that the golden cup could now pour out endless "immortality potion".

Cyrus focused his attention on the golden cup.

Since Voldemort himself polluted the golden cup, he should be made to taste the curse!

Cyrus threw the ring into the overflowing mud of the golden cup, and the ring seemed to sink into the mud.

After a moment, the dark mud began to boil, and sticky bubbles kept coming out, and then exploded, and the splashing mud fell on the table, immediately corroding a hole in the tabletop.

Cyrus was terrified. At this moment, a thick black gas surged up, like the poisonous smoke from burning hazardous waste.

The black gas slowly formed a half-real and half-virtual figure in front of Cyrus' eyes - a Voldemort whose face was not distorted yet.

"You -"

Seeing Cyrus, he seemed a little surprised, as if he didn't understand why it was "himself" who appeared in front of him at this moment, and in this distant appearance.

"What happened back then? What kind of magic does that child have?"

Like other Horcruxes, the soul in the ring also lost contact with Voldemort that night.

This soul had also felt the fear and anger of the original body. Now that he saw Cyrus, he hoped to know what happened back then, and even more wanted to know what kind of Cyrus standing in front of him was.

However, Cyrus had no intention of talking to him.

Before, he bewitched the crown because he needed the power of the crown, but there was no need to talk too much about the soul in the ring.

He looked coldly and picked up the wand directly.