HP Magic Biography

"It's a little hard to accept, right." Fanlin looked at Voldemort fearfully.

He originally thought that he already knew enough about Voldemort, overestimated and respected him, but Voldemort still broke Fanlin's consistent impression of him very well.

Voldemort is strong, cold, and almost a collection of all negatives. When he was young, Tom Riddle, as you can imagine, was polite, good grades, and high enough emotional intelligence. Now, blindness and hypocrisy are needed.

Oh, yes, Voldemort has always been hypocritical, this is just a white lie to make old Hyperzba happy.

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

It must be admitted that this is a good method, not defined by beauty and ugliness. Voldemort has done this very successfully without adding any personal emotions.

"You spoil my old lady, Tom—please sit down—where is Hao Qi? Ah—" the old Hyperzba cried loudly. The house elf had already jumped back into the room, holding it in his hand. A small plate of cake, she put it on the elbow of the hostess.

"Please use, Tom," said Hyperzbar, "I know how you like my cakes. So, how are you doing now? You look paler than before. They let you in that **** shop Too much work in there, I have said it a hundred times—"

Tom Riddle smiled in a pattern, but this didn't affect Hepziba's mood in the least, and Hepziba laughed.

"Well, what excuse do you have for coming this time?" she asked, flashing her eyelashes.

"Mr. Bok would like to offer a more reasonable price for the armor made by the goblin," Voldemort said. "500 gallons, he thinks the price is more fair--"

"Ah, ah, don't be so fast, I think you are here just for my little collection!" Heppards pouted.

To be honest, this is a bit scary, Fanlin feels that he still needs some time to adapt to such changes...

"I was ordered to come here for this," Voldemort said quietly. "I'm just a little assistant, to be obedient. Mr. Bock wants me to ask—"

"Oh, Mr. Bock, bah!" Heppezba waved his short hand. "That **** guy, leave him alone, I have something to show you, Tom, I never revealed anything to Mr. Bock! Can you keep a secret, Tom? Can you swear you won't tell Mr. Bock I have this thing? If he knows that I have shown this thing to you, he will never let me live. I will not sell this thing, neither to Mr. Bock nor to anyone! But you, Tom , You will have the opportunity to appreciate it and admire it for its history, rather than just thinking about making some money from it."

"I would be happy to see anything Miss Hyperzbar showed me," Tom Riddle said quietly, and Hyperzbar laughed again like a little girl.

For a moment, Harry fought a cold war, but the long memories made Harry quickly grasp the point.

"I asked Hao Qi to get it— Hao Qi, where are you? I want to show Mr. Riddle our best baby—yes, get both, since you are there—"

"Here you, ma'am," the house elf screamed. Fanlin saw two leather boxes stacked on top of each other across the room. It seemed to have long legs. Of course he knew that the thin elf was holding it above his head. The box was walking, carefully crossing the table, recliner and footstool.

"Now," Hyperzbar said happily, and took the box from the house-elf and put it on his lap, ready to open the top one. "I think you'll like it, Tom... Oh, if my family knows I'm showing it to you... they will immediately reach out and cover it!"

She opened the lid. Harry moved a little forward to see more clearly. He saw a small gold cup with two delicate handles on it.

Fanlin had a meal, he knew what it was, and if it was right, this thing should now be lying quietly in Bellatrix's Gringotts safe.

"I don't know if you recognize this thing, Tom? Pick it up and take a look!" Hyperzbar whispered, looking very proud.

Tom Riddle stretched out his slender hand to hold a handle of the golden cup and lifted it out of the silk cushion.

Harry thought he saw a red light flashing in Voldemort's black eyes. His greedy expression should have been seen by Hypozba, but it was a pity that her small eyes were staring at Voldemort's handsome face.

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

Mesmerized thousands of young girls, at least Tom could do it when he was young, when he didn't become like Voldemort.

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

"It's Helga Hefpuff's stuff, you guessed it right, what a clever boy!" Heppezba leaned over and said, the tights creaked, and she wanted to get him thin. On his face.

"I didn't tell you that I got it from an ancestor? This thing has been passed down from generation to generation in the family. It's cute, isn't it? It is said that it has various powers, but I haven't thoroughly checked it. They, I just keep them carefully, and they are here safely..."

She took the cup off Tom's slender index finger and put it gently and carefully into the box. She concentrated on placing the cup so that it was fully embedded in its original position, unaware that Voldemort's face was gloomy when the cup was taken back.

"So now," said Heppezba happily, "Hey, where's Hao Qi? Oh, where are you—take it away, Hao Qi."

The house elf obediently took away the box with the cup. Hyperzba focused his attention on the flattened box on his knees.

Fanlin noticed that Tom's eyes were very dissatisfied. If possible, Fanlin wondered whether Tom would suddenly violently deal with everyone.

Tom has this ability, Fanlin has never doubted, he has done this several times.

However, obviously, it is impossible now. At least Bok knew he was here. This is different from Morfin's time. There are too many people involved.

Hyperzba was obsessed with Tom's beauty and was unaware of all this.

"I believe you will like this better, Tom." Hyperzbar whispered. "Come here, dear boy, you will see... Of course, Bock knows I have this thing, I bought it from him, I dare say he must really want to take this thing back, once I die... …"

She pulled off the smooth gold and silver ribbon and opened the lid. On the fuchsia velvet lies a heavy box-shaped gold pendant. Voldemort reached out his hand, picked it up without waiting for an invitation, and held it up to a bright spot to stare at it.

"Slytherin's mark," he said quietly, it was a gleaming swash, and to be precise, the silver snake made Voldemort feel extremely familiar.

This locket used to spend a long time on his mother's neck.

"That's right!" Heppelzbar was especially happy, because Voldemort was staring at her baby, looking dazed. "I bought it at a sky-high price, but I don't regret it. I won't let a real baby slip away from me. I must keep it away. Bock bought it from a woman in tatters. Yes, it looks like a stolen item, but she doesn't know the true value of this thing--"

This time without a doubt, Voldemort's eyes turned blood red when he heard these words, and Harry saw that his knuckles were white when he pinched the pendant.

It can be seen that Voldemort still cares now, that is his mother...

"——I dare say that Burke only paid her a small amount, but you see, it’s beautiful, isn’t it? Similarly, all kinds of power have gathered on this, but I just keep it carefully and safely... …" She leaned in to retrieve the chain pendant.

For a moment, Fanlin felt that Voldemort didn't want to let go, and even Voldemort was about to pull out his wand, but he let it slip past his fingertips and was put back into the velvet cushion.

"That's it, Tom, it's all here, I hope you enjoyed it just now." She looked at his face carefully. For the first time, Fanlin hesitated to see her smirk.

"Are you all right, dear?" Heppezba said worriedly, his face full of puzzlement.

"Oh, yes." Tom remembered to say calmly. "Yes, I am very—"

"I think—it may be just light, I guess—" Heppezba said. She lost her interest for a moment, and Fanlin thought she might have seen Voldemort's eyes flashing dangerously for a moment.

An elderly wizard is still very keen on danger, even if Voldemort is so good, it is impossible to hide all his emotions perfectly.

Therefore, it is natural that Voldemort made a Horcrux to separate out the emotions that belonged to the person, to be precise, the parts that might be his weakness.

"Here, Hao Qi, take them away and lock them—with the usual spell—"

Fanlin watched the house elves come over, and Voldemort's eyes were locked tightly.

"Oh, we should go now." Dumbledore said quietly. When the house elf re-tied the box with the belt, Dumbledore took Harry's elbow again, and Fanlin hesitated. The three of them They lifted up together and disappeared, returning to Dumbledore's office.

"Two days after this short scene, Hyperzbar Smith died." Dumbledore said. He returned to his seat and motioned for Harry to sit down too.

"Hao Qi was convicted by the Ministry of Magic for misplacing poison in her mistress's cocoa milk before going to bed."

"No!" Harry cried out in anger. "This is impossible, how could house elves..."

"I guess we thought the same thing," Dumbledore said. "Of course, we can see that there are a lot of similarities between Riddle's two murders. Similarly, there are people who are in the wrong, and they have witnessed and murdered. Related events—"

"So, Hao Qi admits it?" Fanlin hesitated, "Controlled by Voldemort, or... was deceived by Voldemort to perceive? It can't be a memory modification or Imperius."

"Oh, no one cares about this. Voldemort knows this very well, Fanlin." Dumbledore shook his head, "and, Tom couldn't do this at the time."

Verrington paused, and Dumbledore continued.

"She remembered that she put something in the hostess's hot cocoa. It was later discovered that these were not sugar, but a kind of deadly rare poison." Dumbledore said, "It was concluded that she did not do this intentionally. , Just getting confused, who cares about the life of a house elf?"

"Voldemort modified her memory, just like he did to Morfin!" Harry said aura, feeling that something was stirring in his chest.

"Yes, that's my opinion." Dumbledore said. "And, like the Morfin case, the Ministry of Magic also tends to suspect Hao Qi—"

"--Because she is a house elf." Harry said. For the first time, he had a strong sense of identification with the house elf welfare association established by Hermione.

"Yes," Dumbledore said. "She was very old and admitted that she had touched the drink, so the Ministry of Magic stopped investigating. Just like in the Morfin case, when I found her and tried to retrieve this memory, she had already It's dying--but her memory clearly proves that Voldemort knew the existence of cups and pendants."

"On the day when Hao Qi was found guilty, Hyperzba’s family found out that her two most precious treasures were missing. It took them a while to determine this fact, because she has a lot of treasures, always very Guarding her collection vigilantly. When they were completely sure that the cup and pendant were taken away, the assistant of Bogin Bock, the young man who frequently visited and gained the favor of Heppezba, quit his job and disappeared. His boss didn't know where he went, they were as surprised as everyone else at his disappearance without a trace. Since then, no one has seen him or heard of him for a long time. "

"Now," Dumbledore said, "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 Riddle Once, I don’t know, but I think so. This time, he did not kill for revenge, but for greed. He took a fancy to the two treasures that poor stupid old lady showed him. It was like in the orphanage before. Here, he snatched things from other children; as if he had stolen his uncle Morfin’s ring, this time, he swept away Hyperzbar’s cup and pendant."

"But," Harry frowned. "It's crazy...take such a big risk and lose your job just for those..."

"Perhaps for you, Harry, this kind of thing is crazy, but Voldemort doesn't think so," Dumbledore said. "I hope you will understand what these things mean to him next class, Harry, but you Admit it, at least it’s not difficult to imagine how he thought of that pendant. He confidently thought it belonged to him."

"The pendant may be," Harry hesitated and said, for Voldemort's mother, Harry had no other emotions except sympathy. "But why is there a cup?"

"It once belonged to another Hogwarts founder ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Dumbledore said. "I think Tom Riddle is still deeply attracted to Hogwarts. He can't resist an infiltration at all. Something about Hogwarts history. There is another reason, I think-I hope I can 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 apart from the memory of Hao Qi, and we can only rely on guessing. Think about what Voldemort has done in the past ten years—"

Harry stood up again, and Dumbledore poured this last memory into the penis.

"Whose memory is it?" he asked.

"Mine." Dumbledore said.

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