Chapter 1139

"It's a little hard to accept, isn't it?" Van Lim looks at Voldemort with fright.

He thought that he had already understood, overestimated and respected Voldemort, but Voldemort still broke the stereotype of Voldemort.

Voldemort was strong, cold, and almost all negative, while Tom Riedel, when he was young, could imagine being polite, good at grades, high enough in EQ, and now, blind and hypocritical.

Oh, yes, Voldemort has always been hypocritical. It's just a white lie to make old hyacinth happy.

"You naughty little boy, you don't have to do that!" Old heptesba shriveled her throat in protest, but her expression was very helpful, but Fanlin saw that she had already put an empty vase on the nearest table.

It must be admitted that this is a good way not to define beauty or ugliness, which Voldemort has done very successfully without adding personal emotions.

"You've spoiled my old lady, Tom - sit down - where's Hodge? Ah -- "cried old haphazpa. The house elf had already jumped back into the room with a small plate of cake in her hand, and she put it at the hostess's elbow.

"Please use it, Tom," said haphazpa. "I know how much you like my cake. So, now, how are you doing? You look paler than before. They're making you do too much work in that damn store, and I've said it a hundred times -- "

Tom Riddle's stylized smile, but it didn't affect the mood of haphazardz, who was laughing wildly.

"Well, what's your excuse for coming this time?" She asked, flashing her eyelashes.

"Mr. Bok is willing to offer a more reasonable price for goblin armor," Voldemort said. "500 garonnes, he thinks the price is more fair -"

"Hey, hey, don't be so fast, I think you're here just for my little collection!" Hippophae pursed her lips.

To tell you the truth, it's a bit scary. Van Lin thinks he needs a little time to adapt to such changes

"I was ordered to come here for this," Voldemort said quietly. "I'm just a little assistant. I have to behave. Mr. Bok asked me to ask -- "

" Oh, Mr. Bok, Pooh! " Haphazpa waved his short hand. "Leave him alone, that damned fellow. I have something to show you, Tom. I never told that Mr. Bok! Can you keep a secret, Tom? Can you swear you won't tell Mr. Bok that I have this thing? If he knew I showed you this, he would never let me live. I'm not going to sell it, not to Mr. Bok, not to anyone! But you, Tom, you're going to have a chance to appreciate it and admire its history, rather than just thinking about making a few dollars out of it. "

"I'd love to see anything that miss heptensbar shows me," Tom Riddle said quietly, with another girlish laugh.

For a moment, Harry had a cold war, but the long memory let Harry quickly grasp the point.

"I asked Hodge to get it - where are you, Hodge? I'm going to show Mr. Riedel our best treasures - by the way, both, since you're there - "

" here you are, ma'am, "the house elf shrieked. Fanlin saw two leather boxes stacked up and down across the room, as if they had long feet. Of course, he knew that it was the skinny elf walking with the box above his head, carefully crossing the table all the way Son, couch and footstool.

"Now," he said cheerfully, taking the box from the house elf and putting it on his knee, ready to open the top one. "I think you'll like it, Tom Oh, if my family knew I'd show you They're going to cover it right away

She opened the lid. Harry moved forward a little bit to get a better view. He saw a little gold cup shaped object with two delicate handles on it.

Van Lim, he knows what this is, and if it's right, it should now lie quietly in the gringo safe in Bellatrix.

"I don't know if you recognize it, Tom? Pick it up and have a good look at it He said in a low voice, very proud.

Tom Riedel reached out his slender hand and took one of the handles of the gold cup and lifted it out of the silk liner.

Harry thought he saw a red flash in Voldemort's black eyes. His greedy expression should have been seen by hebozba, but her little eyes were fixed on Voldemort's handsome face.

Oh, Tom is very handsome. He perfectly inherits all the good looks of his father and mother.

At least Tom could do it when he was young, when he didn't become Voldemort.

"A badger," murmured Tom Riddle, looking at the carving on the glass. "So, this is

"It's herga hefpaff's stuff. You're right. What a smart boy!" 'the tights creak, and she's going to get to his skinny face, 'he said."I didn't tell you that I got it from an ancestor? It's passed down from generation to generation in the family. It's lovely, isn't it? It is said that it has all kinds of power, but I have not thoroughly checked them. I just keep it carefully, and it is safe here... "

She took the cup off Tom's slender index finger and put it gently and carefully into the box. She placed the glass so that it was fully seated, not noticing that Voldemort's face was darkening as the cup was taken back.

"And now," said haphazpa happily, "well, where's Hodge? Oh, there you are - take it away, Hodge

The house elf obediently took the box with the cup. He focused his attention on the flat box on his knee.

And van Lin noticed that Tom's eyes were very reluctant, if possible, Fanlin suspected that Tom would suddenly burst out and dispose of everyone.

Tom had the ability, and Fanlin had never doubted it. He had done it several times.

However, obviously, it is impossible now. At least bock knew that he came here, which was different from that of muffin. There were too many people involved.

Heptesba was so absorbed in Tom's beauty that he was unaware of all this.

"I'm sure you'll like this better, Tom." 'murmured haphazpa. "Come along, dear little boy, you will see Of course, bok knows that I have this thing. I bought it from him. I dare say he would like to take it back. Once I die... "

She pulled the smooth ribbon and opened the lid. On the purple velvet lay a heavy box gold chain pendant. Voldemort held out his hand, picked it up without waiting for the invitation, and held it up to the bright place to stare at it.

"Slytherin's mark," he said quietly. It was a glittering, flowery S. to be sure, the silver snake was familiar to Voldemort.

The locket had been around his mother's neck for a long time.

"That's right!" Herpetzburg was happy, for Voldemort was staring at her baby, looking like he was in a daze. "It cost me a lot to buy it, but I don't regret it. I won't let a real baby slip away from me. I must keep it. Burke bought it from a ragged woman. It looked like a booty, but she didn't know the real value of it -- "

this time, there was no doubt that Voldemort's eyes turned red when he heard these words, and Harry saw his knuckles holding the pendant white.

It can be seen that Voldemort still cares. It's his mother

"- I dare say Burke paid her only a little, but you see, it's beautiful, isn't it? Similarly, there are all kinds of forces gathered on it, but I just keep it carefully and safely... " She reached over to retrieve the pendant.

For a moment, Fanlin felt that Voldemort didn't want to give up. Even Voldemort was about to pull out his wand, but he let it slide through his fingertips and was replaced with the velvet cushion.

"So that's it, Tom. It's all here. I hope you enjoyed it." She looked at his face carefully. For the first time, Fanlin hesitated to see her giggle.

"Are you all right, dear?" He said anxiously, his face full of puzzlement.

"Oh, yes." Tom remembered to say it quietly. "Yes, I'm very -"

"I think - maybe it's just the light, I guess --" said haphazpa. For a moment, she lost her interest, and van Lin thought that she might have seen Voldemort's eyes shining dangerously for a moment.

An old wizard, for the perception of danger is very keen, even if Voldemort in how good, it is impossible to hide all the emotions.

So, naturally, Voldemort made Horcruxes to separate the emotions that belonged to a human being, or rather, what might have been his weakness.

"Here, Hodge, take them away and lock them - with the usual mantra -"

Fanlin watched the house elves coming and Voldemort's eyes locked in.

"Oh, we should go." Dumbledore said quietly that Dumbledore held Harry's elbow again when the house elf tied the box with tape again. Van Lin hesitated for a moment, and the three of them jumped up and disappeared together and went back to Dumbledore's office.

"Two days after this short act, Hepburn Smith died." Said Dumbledore. He returned to his seat and motioned to Harry to sit down.

"Hodge was convicted by the Ministry of magic for putting poison in her mistress's cocoa milk before bedtime."

"No!" Harry cried out with anger. "It's impossible. How can a house elf..."

"I guess we think the same," said Dumbledore. "Of course, you can see that there are a lot of similarities between the two murders in Riedel. In the same way, there are people who have been accused of murder, and they have all witnessed murder related incidents -- "

" so, Hao Qi admitted it? " Van Lin hesitated for a moment, "controlled by Voldemort, or Being cheated by Voldemort? It can't be memory modification or soul snatching mantra. ""Oh, no one cares about that. Voldemort knows that very well, Valentine." Dumbledore shook his head. "What's more, Tom couldn't do that."

Van Linton stopped, Dumbledore continued.

"She remembers putting something in her mistress's hot cocoa, which was later found to be not sugar, but a deadly rare poison." Dumbledore said, "it's concluded that she didn't mean to do this, but she's just stupid. Who cares about the life of a domestic elf?"

"Voldemort changed her memory, just as he did with muffin!" Harry spoke in an atmosphere, feeling something stirring in his chest.

"Yes, that's what I think." Said Dumbledore. "And, like the muffin case, the Ministry of magic tends to suspect Hodge --"

"- because she is a domestic elf." Said Harry. For the first time, he had a strong sense of identity with Hermione's home elf welfare society.

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "She's very old and admits that she's moved the drink, so the Ministry of magic doesn't bother to investigate. As in the case of muffin, when I found her and tried to retrieve the memory, she was dying - but her memory clearly proved that Voldemort knew the cup and the pendant

"It was not until the day Haoqi was found guilty that her two most precious treasures were missing. It took them some time to establish this fact, because she had a lot of treasures and was always very vigilant in guarding her collection. When they were absolutely certain that the cup and the pendant had been taken, bogin Bok's assistant, the young man who often visited and won the favor of haphazba, quit his job and disappeared. His boss didn't know where he was, and they were as surprised as anyone else that he had disappeared. For a long time since then, no one has seen him or heard from him. "

"Now," said Dumbledore, "if you don't mind, I want to stop again and guide you to a point in our story. Voldemort has committed another crime. As for whether this is the first time since the last murder of Riedel, I don't know, but I think it is. This time, he killed not for revenge, but for greed. He took a fancy to the two treasures that the poor stupid old lady showed him. It was as if he had robbed other children in the orphanage; as if he had stolen his uncle muffin's ring, and this time he had taken away the cup and the pendant of haphazpa

"But," Harry frowned, "it's crazy Taking such a big risk and losing my job just for those... "

"Maybe it's crazy for you, Harry, but Voldemort doesn't think so," said Dumbledore. "I hope you'll understand what these things mean to him next class, Harry, but you have to admit that it's not hard to imagine, at least, how he thinks about the chain link. He thinks it belongs to him."

"The pendant may be," said Harry, hesitating. For Voldemort's mother, Harry had no emotion other than sympathy. "But why are there cups?"

"It used to belong to another founder of Hogwarts," Dumbledore said. "I think Tom Riedel is still deeply attracted to Hogwarts, and he can't resist anything that infiltrates Hogwarts history. There's another reason, I think - I hope I'll show it to you next class. "

"The memory you will see below is our last collection, at least until you manage to get the memory of Professor Slughorn. It is ten years away from Hodge's memory, and we can only guess what Voldemort has done in the past ten years -- "

Harry stood up again, and Dumbledore poured the last memory into the meditation basin.

"Whose memory is it?" He asked.

"Mine." Said Dumbledore.

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