"That pair of fairy armor, Mr. Blog came up with a higher price..." Tom Riddle withdrew his jaw slightly, and looked up at the old lady opposite him with a raised gaze. His smile and yin and yang accent were very masculine. "Five Buckon, he felt that was fair enough-"

"Oh, don't be so anxious." Hepzba picked up the teacup, shook his head and twisted his body, and pouted, almost as if Ravend was acting coquettish to Ron, "Otherwise I would think you came just for my stuff..."

"I was sent for them...Madam." Tom Riddle said softly with a tone of regret, his lips raised slightly looked very sincere. His eyes did not move away from the other person's face, leaned forward, and leaned on his knees, making him look a little aggrieved, "I am just a small clerk, and can only listen to others' instructions. Mr. Bock asked me to ask-"

"Oh Mr. Bock," Hepzba looked at Tom Riddle's appearance and seemed to feel sorry for him. Her little hand waved, as if she thought of something to make the boy in front of her happy. An uncontrollable smug smile appeared on her face, "I want to show you something that Mr. Bock had never seen before. Can you keep it secret?"

Tom Riddle stared at the other person, and the teaspoon he held in his hand kept turning in the teacup. Only then did Harry notice that he was wearing a ring on his right index finger.

"Can you promise not to tell Mr. Bock, I have this?" Hepzba also leaned forward and the distance between Voldemort became shorter and closer. "But you, Tom..." Hepzba's voice became more numb when he called the other person's name. "You will appreciate his history, rather than thinking about how much Gallon can earn."

Tom Riddle shook the teaspoon rhythmically, but his head seemed to satisfy an obedient boy. He shook his head slightly and agreed to flatter him: "I am very happy, I am very happy to see what Miss Hepzba shows me... anything."

"So wait for me here for a while." Hepzba waved his hand like a little girl again, and stood up with a twist.

At this moment, Harry felt that Tom Riddle and Allen were very similar. They were both very good at persuasion. There was a kind of force that made people like in their words and actions. This discovery made Harry frightened. He shook his head hard, trying to throw this idea out of his head.

Harry noticed that behind Hepzba's back, the gentle smile on Tom Riddle's face completely disappeared, his eyebrows were clumping as if he was thinking.

Hepzba, who appeared again, opened the lid happily and proudly, "I think you will like Tom...oh, if my relatives knew I let you see... they would come and snatch it away soon."

Tom Riddle still turned the teaspoon, and raised his head and showed an interesting expression like he was interested.

"Dear, do you know what this is? Take it." Hepzba picked up a gold cup from the soft satin liner and swayed smugly, handing it to Tom Riddle, "Look at it well."

Hepzba was immersed in the joy of showing off and sharing. She seemed to be fascinated by the other party's handsome face, but Harry did not miss the greedy expression on Tom Riddle's face.

Tom Riddle pinched the gold cup and identified the carvings on it. He raised his brow and raised his head to show a charming, especially flattering smile at Hepzba: "Badger...Madam, this is what I thought..."

"Helga Hufflepuff's golden cup." Hepzba smiled and gave the answer without Tom finishing his question. He confidently sorted out his gorgeous shawl and the red bead chains hanging around her neck, and said happily with a hint of pride and joy, "You are very good, smart boy... Haven't I told you that I am the distant descendant of Hufflepuff? This thing has been passed down in my house for many years, very beautiful, right?"

Tom Riddle kept turning the gold cup in his hand, looking at the carved patterns on it.

"It is said that there are all kinds of magic, but I haven't tried it much. I just put it in here." Then Hepzba turned his attention to another box, and she carefully pushed away the exquisite threadbing, "I think you will like this more, Tom... come over... and get closer and see clearly..."

When Hepzba took out a red bag, Tom Riddle's eyes could not be moved away from her actions. He put the golden cup of Hatchpach on the table without looking at it. The sound of metal chains sounded, and the octagonal metal-edged small locket was shaking in the air, and the green snakeskin-shaped gems embedded on the box shone brightly in the candlelight.

Tom Riddle couldn't help but stand up from the chair and stared at the small locket in a daze. His world seemed to have become nothing except the locket in front of him. Everything was blurry, and only this small locket was clearly reflected in his eyes.

Hepzba's voice seemed to be coming from a very far place behind him. At this moment, the only thing that could attract Tom Riddle was the exquisite locket in front of him. His eyes turned as the locket swung.

Without Hepzba's permission, he reached out to pinch the locket.

Hepzba didn't care and smiled proudly: "It was sold to me many years ago by Bok. I dare say that when I die, he will definitely want to take it back."

Hepzba was very happy that the handsome young man in front of him was interested in her collection and allowed the flattering witch to carefully look at her collection. She was just observing his face up close, as if she was watching a more valuable collection.

Tom Riddle held the hanging box in his hand almost fascinated, murmured for a long time: "Salazar Slytherin's mark."

"By the way, I spent a high price for this. But I can't miss it, I must add it to my collection..." Hepzba picked up a piece of fried meat balls next to him with his fat fingers, stuffed it into his mouth and said, "I heard that Bock bought it from a woman with a shabby appearance. The woman probably stole it. I don't know her true value... I bet she must have been squeezed by this old bastard..."

Harry found that Tom Riddle, who was facing away from Hepzba, had a red light flashing in his eyes, and his fingers holding the locket chain, had all turned white.

Hepzba finally felt the atmosphere was wrong and noticed his abnormal expression. She asked in confusion: "Are you okay, dear?"

"It's okay...It's okay, I'm fine." Tom Riddle's voice became deeper, and his body was filled with darkness and gloom.

"I thought... I thought it was probably light." Hepzba couldn't hide the anxiety in her heart. She reluctantly explained and comforted herself, "Come on, Hao Qi, take them away, lock them up again... with old magic..."

Tom Riddle picked up the chain again, and just wanted to appreciate it carefully, but was interrupted by the voice of the elf from Hepzba's command. He held the chain in his hand and raised his head. His eyes were full of blood. His expression could no longer maintain the politeness he had before and said loudly: "It's so interesting. Sometimes opportunities and destiny are tightly entangled. Do you agree, Mrs. Smith?"

He slowly approached Hepzba, with a very dangerous expression, like a big snake ready to choose someone. Tom Riddle was getting closer and closer to Hepzba, and Hepzba was a little panicked by the handsome wizba who suddenly changed his expression. The silly smirk on her face was stunned - but then, Tom Riddle just returned to normal and said goodbye to Mrs. Hepzba Smith gracefully.

The picture becomes blurry, and everything seems to become nothingness.

"It's time to go, Harry." Dumbledore said softly, he grabbed Harry's arm and brought the boy who survived the disaster back to the principal's office again. "The memory of this house elf after it has been tampered with. I can do my best to restore the last bit..."

Harry stood in a daze, letting the water droplets on his face drip without saying a word.

"Tom's identity as a Borgie clerk, in addition to learning some of the powers that we wizards should not control, is also obviously part of his plan. Mrs. Smith is a regular customer in Borgie's shop. Voldemort took advantage of her obsession with him and seized the opportunity to finally take away the two heirlooms. He created an impeccable first-class scandal scene. He tampered with the memory of the house elf Hao Qi, making her think that it was because of her old age and used poison.

He killed the master by accident, and then only needed a dramatic contact, the house elf confessed to guilt." Dumbledore sat back on his chair, and he stretched out his hand to signal Harry to sit down, "No one in the Ministry of Magic thought would investigate again, and he didn't even look for the potion that could never be traced. They ruled that Hao Qi was not intentionally murdered, but was blurred. At the same time, Tom had resigned and disappeared, and disappeared for a long time."

"I don't understand..." Harry shook his head and frowned, "It seems crazy... Take such a big risk and lose his job just for..."

"Now," Dumbledore said, "if you don't mind, Harry, I want to remind you of some of the details in the story... This is Voldemort's murder, I don't know which life is his men... You must have seen it too, this time he was not for revenge, but for the benefit. He wanted the two Kitwo that the poor old lady showed him. Just like he robbed other children from the orphanage, just like he stole his uncle's ring, this time he stole Hepzba's cup and locket."

At this time, Harry didn't listen much. His heart was heavy. The scene of Voldemort and Hepzba left a deep impression on him. He knew that one was the Dark King and the other was his classmate and professor, but Harry felt that the feeling Voldemort brought him at that time was very similar to Allen...

Harry looked up at Dumbledore, hesitated for a moment, but gave up telling Dumbledore about his feelings just now. He didn't want Dumbledore's impression of Allen to be worse because of his remarks. After all, Allen had never had the dangerous expression of Voldemort before the end of his memory... nor had he ever seen him steal anything from others.
Chapter completed!