Sherlock has been in this world for more than two years. In addition to learning spells, he has also studied the history of the magic world.

Especially about the school history of Hogwarts.

It is said that the four male and female witches who founded Hogwarts all left behind precious relics related to themselves.

Before seeing Gryffindor's sword with his own eyes, Sherlock just thought that this thing was a legend, just like the death hallows in the story of the three brothers in "The Story of the Poetry of the Weng Bidou", which could not be true.

But since Gryffindor can leave a sword, the other three founders may not have left behind any valuable relics.

Now placed on the wooden shelf of the Lestrang family's vault, the carved little badger's gold cup naturally reminded Sherlock of the Helga Hufflepuff who founded the Hufflepuff Academy!

If it can make the crescent mark on his arm react, it must be a Horcrux.

As for a person as arrogant as Voldemort, even if he makes a Horcrux, is it possible that he will use mediocre and nameless things?

Hufflepuff's Golden Cup allows him to make a Horcrux. Gryffindor's sword has been protected by Dumbledore. The relics of Naravenclaw and Slytherin may not have been obtained by Voldemort, but are now hidden in an unknown place by him.

In this vault, Sherlock obtained not only a golden cup, but more importantly, it expanded the information of other Horcrux clues.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and this trip to Guling Pavilion did not come in vain.

He did not mean to touch the golden cup with his own hands. Although even if the fire spell and copy spell were triggered above, Sherlock had a way to solve it, and it would not cause any harm to him, but that would alarm the pull ring guarding outside the door.

He used the control magic directly, took the golden cup off the wooden rack, then took out a wooden box prepared in advance from his bag, and put the cup in it.

After the Horcrux was settled, Sherlock only focused on the gold, silver and treasures.

He doesn't value these wealth very much, but he won't want to keep it in this vault.

It will be sooner or later for Voldemort to make a comeback. If Bella and his team escape from Azkaban, the money would inevitably fall into their hands if they stayed here.

Of course Sherlock won't do such a disguised enemy, but now he doesn't have the ability to take away these treasures at once.

I just picked a few of them from it and planned to take them back and study the fire spells and copy spells above them carefully. After finding a way to remove these spells, I will come back.

The purpose of this trip was completed, and Sherlock walked out of the vault with a cold expression.

"You've got what you need? Sir."

As she asked, she glanced at the vault through the light, and found no signs of any protective spell being triggered inside.

"Do you still have to report to Gringott if I took away something?" Sherlock's attitude was still very bad. Of course, it would be strange if his attitude suddenly improved.

Pull the ring to close the door of the vault again and return the key to Sherlock.

"No, of course not, sir."

They got on the cart again and didn't talk any further along the way until they returned to the Gringot Hall, pulled the ring and bowed to send him away.

The old fairy who was carefully weighing the gem with a balance, glanced at the pull ring that came over to rest.

"There is no problem with this Lestranger family?"

Pull the ring nodded.

"It's true that people from the Lestrang family."

"I didn't expect that this family would have been arrested in Azkaban."

"Speak quietly, who knows whether he should be caught?"

After Sherlock left Gringott, he did not stop in Diagon Alley and directly moved back to Hogwarts using the Phantom.

Withdrawing the disguise on his face, he did not go back to his office or look for Dumbledore, but brought the Golden Cup to the depths of the Forbidden Forest, in front of Eddie's grave.

This place is very remote and is very far away from the territory of the horse people. Don't worry about being disturbed by anyone.

Sherlock took the gold cup out of the wooden box, pulled out his magic wand, and carefully knocked it on the cup.

The copy spells and fire spells attached to them are naturally not ordinary spells.

These are all magic unique to goblins, and it is not that easy for wizards to crack them.

But before he could think about finding a solution, the two fairy spells on the Golden Cup had already begun to fail.

Sherlock carefully observed the reaction of the spell and found that these two spells were actually based on the existence of the Ginger Pavilion. Once the things left the scope of the Ginger Pavilion, the fire spell and copying spell that were a bit tricky for him would lose their effect.

This undoubtedly left Sherlock with a lot of strength.

He did not stop anymore and stretched out his hand to the golden cup.

The crescent mark on the left arm had a clear burning sensation. Sherlock had not yet come and recited a spell. A cold black mist seemed to have a premonition and suddenly rose from the golden cup!

Sherlock is not unfamiliar with this black fog, because he had already experienced it once just a few days ago.

The black fog spread above the golden cup, and soon formed a handsome but extremely ferocious human face!

"Do you know what you're doing!"

Sherlock's hand was still on the golden cup. He looked at Riddle's face with a nose, and there was no look of panic on his face.

"Oh? Do you have any last words to say?" he asked calmly.

The Horcrux itself actually has no combat power or words. The diary that had been rampant in Hogwarts for so long last year absorbed the energy of Neville and Percy, and finally they could have physical properties. Only the ability to control the basilisk, so even if she saw Voldemort, Sherlock was not worried about anything.

The hideous face looked at Sherlock showing signs of communicating with him, and his face suddenly became calmer.

That unique, tempting voice sounded from the black fog.

"What you want is nothing more than seeking the most powerful strength. We are the common Sherlock. Go and find me... Find me who is slowly regaining strength. I will give you all the things you want... There is nothing wrong with it. If you are willing to defect to me, you can learn all the knowledge in the entire magic world at will. What can that old guy Dumbledore give you? There are only a few illusory nonsense words. If you like Hogwarts, I can even make you the future principal here, as long as you are willing to surrender to me, as long as you are willing to join us."

Sherlock has deliberately learned brain closure, but this kind of magic requires years of accumulation. He can easily become a master of brain closure by learning it casually.

Under normal circumstances, his current level is definitely enough, but Voldemort is Voldemort after all, and even if it is just a remnant soul in the Horcrux, he still has extremely powerful soul-catching and lyric ability.

Except for Sherlock who deliberately kept the most perfect deep memory, he could see all the other irrelevant things very clearly.

"Well, it sounds really good." His hand didn't let go of the golden cup, but his face seemed to have a moving expression on his face and said, "But I want to ask you for something now."

The face formed by the black fog looked at Sherlock with a smile and said loudly in a hoarse but not low voice.

"As long as it is what you want, I can give you! Strength! Knowledge! Wealth! Women! Power! Everything! Be loyal to me, Sherlock!"

Sherlock also had a smile on his face, and his smile was very bright.

"Since you are so generous, then leave you to me, Riddle."

"Of course!" Voldemort's remnant soul agreed, and then he felt something was wrong. The face formed by the black fog showed a confused expression, "What? Me?"

Sherlock did not say unnecessary nonsense to him anymore, and gently recited an obscure mantra from his mouth.

A gray light suddenly lit up at the point where his hands and the golden cup were in contact!

The moment the light lit up, Voldemort's remnant soul in the golden cup finally realized what he wanted to do!

"Who taught you this magic?"

He screamed, and anyone could hear the uneasiness and fear contained in the voice.

"How dare you! Do you know what you are doing? Do you know what you are doing!"

Sherlock's face was cold and he didn't even care about his intentions.

The gray light completely wrapped the entire golden cup. The black smoke extending from the golden cup was forced to squeeze out by a force, like a pair of invisible big hands, slapped Voldemort's remnant soul in the palm of his hand and rubbed him into a slender silk thread!

"You demon! You must die a bad death! Demon!!!"

Voldemort's last scream gradually became weak and finally calmed down completely.

Sherlock felt his arms were so hot, but he was in no mood to care about this at this time. The feeling of absorbing Voldemort's remnant soul in the diary for the first time surged into his heart again.

And this time it is much stronger than the last time!

His whole body was suspended in the air, centered on Sherlock, with a radius of ten meters, as if everything had stopped moving!

The leaves falling from the branches with the wind stopped in the air, and the ants moving on the ground did not move at all, and even the wind stopped. But ten meters away, everything was as usual, like two different worlds.

At this moment, Sherlock felt that he was the controller of everything in the world!

God, his second brother!

What about Voldemort, an incompetent and barking old monster without a nose.

As long as you think about it, you can easily erase him from this world without even moving your fingers.

Sherlock, who was floating in the air, slowly opened his eyes.

A golden light lit up in his originally green eyes!

The light was so captivating, but no one saw it at this time.

And in Sherlock's own perception, he became extremely wonderful.

It was an indescribable wonder. He had no way to express anything, but he could just start and try to control it.

The world of ten meters has begun to move again.

The wind continued to blow, the leaves continued to fall to the ground, and the ants continued to move, as if they had never stopped, and that was the case.

He gently stretched out one of his hands, unable to see any movement, no swaying staff or spells, just a simple thought arose in his mind.

In front of him, the big tree with lush branches and leaves suddenly became twisted!

It's like a ball of plasticine that can be reshaped as he wants.
To be continued...