Vol 2 Chapter 881: ?Charming spirit Tom Riddle

"That goblin armor, Mr. Blog came up with a higher price..." Tom Riddle retracted his jaw slightly, and looked up at the old lady on the opposite side. The smile and the frustrated tone of Yin and Yang are very masculine. "Five hundred gallons, he thinks that's fair enough--"
"Oh, don't be in such a hurry." Hepziba raised his teacup, shook his head, twisted his body, pouted, and said like Lavender was acting like a baby to Ron. "Otherwise I would think you are just for my stuff. Just here..."
"I was sent for them... madam." Tom Riddle said softly in a tone that seemed to be very regrettable. The corners of his lips were raised slightly, and his eyes did not move away from the other's face. Leaning forward, his hands on his knees made him look a little aggrieved, "I'm just a small clerk, I can only listen to instructions. Mr. Bock wants me to ask—"
"Oh Mr. Bock," Hepziba looked at Tom Riddle and seemed a little pitiful, and she waved her small hand, as if thinking of something to make the boy in front of him happy, her face was uncontrollable. With a smug smile, "I want to show you something Mr. Bock has never seen before. Can you keep it secret?"
Tom Riddle stared at each other, the teaspoon in his hand was constantly turning in the teacup, and Harry noticed that he was wearing a ring on his right index finger.
"Can you promise not to tell Mr. Bock, do I have this?" Hepziba also leaned forward and the distance between Voldemort and Voldemort became shorter and closer, "but you, Tom..." Hepziba When calling each other's name, the voice becomes more numb, "You will appreciate his history, rather than thinking about how many Gallons you can earn."
Tom Riddle shook the tea spoon in his hand rhythmically. His head was like satisfying an obedient boy. He shook his head slightly and agreed with flattery: "I'm very happy, I'm very happy to see Miss Hepziba, you give me See...anything."
"So wait for me here." Hepziba waved his hand like a little girl again, twisted and stood up.
At this moment, Harry felt that Tom Riddle and Allen in front of him were very similar. They were both very good at persuading. There was a kind of power in their speech and actions. This discovery shocked Harry. He He shook his head vigorously, trying to throw this thought out of his head.
Harry noticed that after Hepzibah turned his back, Tom Riddle's gentle smile disappeared completely, his eyebrows condensed as if in thought.
Hepziba who reappeared happily and proudly opened the lid, "I think you'll like Tom...oh, if my relatives know I let you see... they will come and it right away."
Tom Riddle was still turning the tea spoon, and he looked up with an interesting expression of interest.
"My dear, do you know what this is? Take it." Hepziba picked up a gold cup from the soft satin cushion, swayed his body triumphantly, and handed it to Tom Riddle. "Good. Take a look."
Hepziba was immersed in the joy of showing off and sharing. She seemed fascinated by the handsome face of the other person, but Harry didn't miss the greedy expression on Tom Riddle's face.
Tom Riddle squeezed the gold cup and recognized the engraving on the cup. He raised his brows and raised his head to show a charming, particularly pleasing smile at Hepziba: "Badger...Madam, this is what I thought... "
"Hurga Hufflepuff's gold cup." Hepziba smiled and gave the answer before Tom finished the question, sorting out his gorgeous shawl and circle after circle with some confidence. The red bead chain hung around her neck said cheerfully with a hint of pride, "You are good at it, smart boy... Didn't I tell you that I am Hufflepuff's distant descendant? This thing is passed down in my family. It’s been many, many years. Isn’t it beautiful?"
Tom Riddle kept turning the gold cup in his hand, looking at the carved patterns on it.
"It is said that there are various magic powers, but I haven't tried it much. I just put it here." Then Hepziba turned her attention to another box, and she carefully pushed aside the delicate gold Thread, "I think you'll like this better, Tom... Come here... Get closer, see clearly..."
When Hepziba took out a red bag, Tom Riddle's eyes could not be removed from her actions, he put the gold cup of Hufflepuff on the side table without looking. . The metal chain sounded, and the small octagonal metal-rimmed locket swayed in the air, and the green gemstones with snakeskin patterns embedded in the box gleamed in the candlelight.
Tom Riddle stood up from his chair involuntarily and stared at the small locket in a daze. His world seemed to be nothing but the locket in front of him. Everything is blurred, only this small locket is clearly reflected in his eyes.
Hepziba's voice seemed to be coming from a far away place behind him. At this moment, the only thing that attracted Tom Riddle was the exquisite locket in front of him. His eyes moved with the swing of the locket.
Without Hepziba's permission, he reached out and pinched the locket.
Hepziba didn't care, and smiled triumphantly: "Boke sold it to me many years ago. I dare say that after I die, he will want to take it back."
Hepziba was very happy that the handsome young man in front of him was interested in her collection, and let this likable wizard look at her collection carefully, and she was just observing his face from the side, as if See a more valuable collection.
Tom Riddle held the hanging box in his hand almost fascinated, and murmured after a short while: "Salazar Slytherin's mark."
"By the way, I paid a high price for this. But I can't miss it, I can't miss this baby, I must add it to my collection..." Hepziba picked up a piece of fried meat beside him with his fat fingers. A meatball-like thing, I put it in my mouth and said while eating, "I heard that Bok bought it from a shabby-looking woman. The woman probably stole it. I don’t know her true value... I bet she’s sure Squeezed by this old bastard..."
Harry noticed that Tom Riddle, whose back was facing Hepzibah, had red lights in his eyes, and his fingers on the locket chain had turned white.
Hepziba finally sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and noticed the abnormal expression of his expression. She asked suspiciously, "Are you all right, dear?"
"It's okay... it's okay, I'm fine." Tom Riddle's voice was deeper, and his body was filled with dark gloom.
"I thought... I think it was probably the light." Hepziba could not conceal the anxiety in her heart. She reluctantly explained and comforted herself, "Come on, Hao Qi, take them away and lock them again... with old magic... "
Tom Riddle picked up the chain again. Just about to take a closer look, he was interrupted by Hepziba’s commanding elf’s voice. He violently held the chain in his hand and raised his head, widening his eyes. Filled with bloodshot eyes, his expression could no longer maintain his previous politeness, and he said loudly: "It's funny, sometimes opportunity and destiny are closely intertwined. Do you agree, Mrs. Smith?"
He slowly approached Hepziba, his expression very dangerous, like a big snake ready to go and choose people to eat. Tom Riddle was getting closer and closer to Hepzibah, and Hepziba was a little flustered by the handsome wizard who suddenly changed his expression, and the smirk on her face was dull--but then Tom Riddle He just returned to his normal appearance and said goodbye to Mrs. Hepziba Smith gracefully.
The picture becomes blurred, everything seems to become nothingness.
"It's time to go, Harry." Dumbledore said softly. He grabbed Harry's arm and sent the boy who survived the catastrophe back to the principal's office again. "The memory of this house elf has been tampered with. I can Try your best to restore the last point..."
Harry was stunned, letting the drops of water drip off his face without speaking.

Tom’s identity as a Bok Bokin shop clerk, in addition to learning some powers that we wizards should not control, is also clearly part of his plan. Mrs. Smith is a frequent visitor to Bok Bokin’s shop, and Voldemort used her to treat him. Obsessed, he seized the opportunity and finally took 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 he was killed by old age with poison. The owner ~EbookFREE.me~ and only a touch of drama was needed, and the house elf pleaded guilty." Dumbledore sat back in his chair, and reached out his hand to signal Harry to sit down, "The Ministry of Magic did not People thought of investigating again, and didn't even look for the eternally untraceable potion. They ruled that Hao Qi was not deliberately murdered, but dim-eyed. At the same time, Tom had resigned and disappeared, disappearing for a long time."
"I don't understand..." Harry shook his head and frowned. "It seems crazy...take such a big risk and lose your job just to..."
"Now," Dumbledore said, "If you don't mind, Harry, I want to remind you to pay attention to certain details in the story... This is Voldemort who committed another murder. I don't know it was his men. His first few lives...you must have seen it too. This time he was not for revenge, but for profit. He wanted the two strange treasures that the poor old lady showed him. Just like he robbed the orphanage. The child’s things are the same as when he stole his uncle’s ring. This time he stole Hepziba’s cup and locket."
At this time, Harry did not listen to much. His heart was heavy. The scene where Voldemort and Hepzibah got along made him very impressive. He knew that one was the Dark Lord and the other was his classmate and professor, but Ha Leigh felt that Voldemort gave him a feeling very similar to Allen...
Harry glanced up at Dumbledore, hesitated, and gave up on telling Dumbledore what he had just felt. He didn’t want to make Dumbledore’s impression of Alan worse because of his comments. Ellen had never seen Voldemort's dangerous expression before the end of his memory... and had never seen him steal something from someone else.