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Chapter 363 Borgin Bock's Memory

On the top floor of the cabinet, there was a row of glass bottles filled with memory silver threads, and the glass bottle at the innermost position floated out of it silently.

There was a label on the bottle with a name on it: Tom Riddle.

In the magic world, basically no one can guard against Sherlock's method. As long as he finds the right location, and it is not a completely sealed room, he can move the people in the room without disturbing anyone. Take things out.

With this ability, even if he becomes a Jiangyang thief, he can become the king of thieves in the entire European magic world.

Along the narrow exit of the sewer, the bottle with silver threads fell into Sherlock's hands without any accident.

After getting the things, Dumbledore and Sherlock didn't stay in Knockturn Alley for long.

Dumbledore summoned Fox directly, and then borrowed Phoenix's special apparition to return to the principal's room.

Putting the stone basin belonging to previous Hogwarts principals on the desk, Dumbledore used his wand to pull the silver thread in the glass bottle and put it into the Pensieve.

In the next second, a silver-gray vortex appeared in the Pensieve.

Sherlock stared at the basin of memories solemnly, he asked.

"Is it possible that he will tamper with this memory?"

Dumbledore shook his head. He is an absolute master in this respect, and his achievements in Transfiguration can be said to be comparable.

"At least the memory we got is real. Maybe someone can do it, but it won't make it impossible for me to see it."

After confirming that it was safe, the two of them entered the memory of the Pensieve together without any further hesitation.

The surroundings were spinning, and when Sherlock and Dumbledore were all standing still, they appeared in the Bokin Burke store again.

There is a significant difference between here and when they came this morning.

The environment doesn't seem so dark, and many obviously abnormal magic items can be seen in the shop.

The internal organs of unknown creatures, human arms, goblin ears, the severed heads of house elves, etc., were just placed beside the cabinet.

"Actually, I really want to know why you didn't choose to join the Ministry of Magic, where the future pay is better, but come to my unknown shop?"

The one who made the voice was a young, ordinary-looking wizard. Judging from his facial features and the tone of his voice, he could vaguely see the similarities between the future and his old age.

This wizard, who looks at most in his 30s, is exactly Bojin Burke from more than 50 years ago.

"Since you've come here, you should also know what kind of shop I am. I don't think an outstanding Hogwarts graduate would be a fool. They all applied for the job and treated me as an ordinary shop. Magic Antique Store."

Sitting opposite Bok was a handsome young man.

He looked eighteen or nineteen years old at the most, with a charming smile always on the corner of his mouth, and his black eyes were far deeper than those of his peers.

Both Dumbledore and Sherlock, of course, can recognize who this boy is at a glance.

After all, Dumbledore had been his transfiguration professor for seven years, and Sherlock had already met Tom as a student during the year he was in the Chamber of Secrets.

Now that he has just graduated from Hogwarts, he is just a little less youthful than the image in the diary.

"To be honest, Mr. Bork, I have no interest in those so-called favorable treatment and high salary."

Riddle said in a relaxed voice.

"Those are just the most superficial pursuits. What I want is knowledge, the knowledge that wizards need most. That is to say, Mr. Bork, I want to obtain knowledge from you that other jobs can't give me. Of course, I know very well that there is no Knowledge is free, and as a price, I will work hard in your store, and you only need to pay me the salary I need to maintain my basic life."

He didn't beat around the bush, he just stated his purpose directly.

Likewise, what Riddle asked for was indeed reasonable.

Compared with those other jobs, what Bojin Bork Store can give him, and others can't give him, is only knowledge about these ancient, common or evil magic items.

Dumbledore, who was standing next to Sherlock, saw the scene of job hunting, and he spoke softly thoughtfully.

"When I first learned that Riddle had worked in Bock's store for a while, I was thinking, what exactly is he asking for?"

"If it is powerful black magic, there are many places that are more suitable than this shop in Knockturn Alley. An informal antique shop, even if there are some mysterious black magic items hidden, it is necessary to crack this shop. Magic on items is far more labor-intensive than learning black magic directly."

"But now, maybe I can figure out why."

Sherlock also squinted his eyes, looking at Bock who had accepted Riddle's candid announcement and accepted his job application, and guessed what Dumbledore was trying to say.

"Bock's shop is an antique shop, you mean, he came here to find for himself the right items needed to split the soul to make Horcruxes!"

Dumbledore said flatly.

"Riddle has always been a proud person. After learning from you that he took Hufflepuff's gold cup to make his Horcrux, I made a special investigation on this aspect."

"Since he can defile the relics left by Hufflepuff, it is impossible to let go of the things left by the other founders. And what you may not know is that Ms. Gray, the ghost of Ravenclaw's house, she In fact, she was the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw."

Sherlock really didn't know the news.

Maybe this matter was mentioned in the original book, but how could he remember such details for a person who can't even remember the general plot clearly.

"After you found Hufflepuff's Holy Grail, I specifically found Ms. Gray and had a detailed discussion. Although she still hid it from me at the beginning, after I told about the Horcrux, she told me what she knew Tell me everything."

"When Riddle was a student at Hogwarts, he used his charm and conversation to successfully seduce this lady, and they became friends who almost talked about everything."

"And Ms. Gray also revealed a secret to Riddle during a conversation. She revealed that she had stolen her mother's Ravenclaw's crown during her lifetime, and she also told him in detail where it was hidden."

"That location is in Albania."

When Sherlock heard this, he frowned involuntarily.

(End of this chapter)