Without any prompting from the Dark Lord, Nagnok pressed his hand to the vault door on his own initiative and used his authority to make it vanish, revealing an opening.
Inside, the vault was packed from floor to ceiling with gold coins and golden goblets, silver armor, pelts from all kinds of strange creatures with spines or drooping wings, Potions stored in urns, and even a skull still wearing a crown.
So many materials had been piled up inside the vault that the golden glare seemed bright enough to dazzle the eyes. Hermione, disguised as Bella, turned her head toward Allen in difficulty; in truth, she still knew very little about this Horcrux of Voldemort's.
A twisted smile appeared at the corner of "Voldemort's" mouth. Deliberately sounding cold and cruel, he hissed, "Bella, the thing I entrusted to you back then—where did you put it?"
"Bella" froze, then grew somewhat annoyed. But in front of the Goblin, even knowing Allen was deliberately teasing her, she had no choice but to play along. So she could only say stiffly, "Forgive me, Master. Too much time has passed. Bella has forgotten where she put it."
"Forgotten where you put it..." "Voldemort," played by Allen, echoed her words, tilting his head slightly to one side as he sized up the dark Witch before him. "For such words to come from your mouth, Bellatrix, truly disappoints me... It is Hufflepuff's Cup. If you remain this slow, I will start to suspect your brains have been sucked out."
"Forgive me, Master..." Bellatrix had just finished speaking and was about to grumble a few complaints in her heart when a clattering sound rang out beside her.
"The Cup has two finely worked pure-gold handles, and its body is carved with an exquisite engraving of the badger,