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Chapter 364 The Dark Lord Who Eats Soft Rice

He wasn't despising that Ms. Gray was such a big ghost, and she could still make Riddle, who was only a teenager at the time, coax her around.

Instead, I feel that the place name of Albania is somewhat familiar.

"Wait! When we bought news from Bok during the day, he mentioned that Riddle told him that he had already been to Albania!"

Dumbledore nodded solemnly.

"Therefore, it is very possible that before he came to work here for Berk, he had obtained the Ravenclaw diadem and made it into a Horcrux with the help of information from Ms. Gray."

"Whether it's Hufflepuff's gold cup or Ravenclaw's crown, these are very precious things in the wizarding world."

"With Riddle's haughty character, and the gold cup and the crown, two proven Horcruxes, even if he creates other Horcruxes, he will definitely not choose ordinary items, even the diary, It also has special meaning for Riedel himself."

As the top group of wizards in the entire magic world, Dumbledore has never been lacking in rationality while using emotional magic unprecedentedly powerful, and also has a strong thinking logic ability.

Through these fragmentary evidences, he clearly deduced the real purpose of Riddle's choice of Borgin Burke's shop to work.

"He wants to get in touch with those ancient magic items by working here, and then find famous items that can match his identity, and make them into Horcruxes!"

Sherlock also felt that this was very possible and the most reasonable explanation.

And Bock's memory is obviously not limited to the period when he first met Riddle.

The surrounding pictures dissipated, and soon a new scene appeared in front of Sherlock and the two of them.

It's still in Bojinbok's store, but the furnishings here have changed a little bit compared to just now.

Riddle, who was carefully cleaning up the magical antique dust placed on the cabinet, was obviously more mature than the previous clip. Obviously, the time interval between these two memories was not short.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

A plump witch who looked about 50 or [-] years old and wore a big dark purple wizard hat walked into the store.

Seeing her walk in, there was a smile on Riddle's face that was sure enough to fascinate many women.

"Welcome, Mrs. Smith."

The witch called Mrs. Smith heard Riddle's voice and giggled.

It's just that the way she smiled made people feel no heartbeat, just a burst of fear.

But the expression on Riddle's face didn't change at all, his smile remained the same.

"You haven't been a guest at my house for a long time, Tom, I just prepared some tea today, do you want to come and taste it later?"

Riddle looked at it with some embarrassment. He happened to hear the movement at this moment, and Bock, who came in from the back room, said afterwards.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Smith, I haven't got off work yet, but when I finish my work, I'd be more than happy to accept your invitation."

Mrs. Smith seemed to be impatient to start time with Riddle, she turned to Bork with a straight face and said.

"You've been pestering me to sell your opal necklace, and I can resell it to you for a reasonable price! But now you're giving Tom half a day off."

Bock, who encountered such a good thing for no reason, was naturally overjoyed, and without the slightest hesitation, he gave Riddle half a day off and let him leave with this Mrs. Smith.

Seeing the two uncoordinated figures, one tall, one short, one thin and one fat, leaving, Sherlock couldn't help but admire Voldemort a little.

He is really ruthless, not to mention the nearly thousand-year-old ghost Ms. Greve in Hogwarts. At least that lady's appearance is fixed after her death, and her temperament is also noble and elegant.

Now he can even kill a witch like Mrs. Smith?
Not only Sherlock, even Bok at that time looked at the backs of Riddle and Mrs. Smith with very strange expressions on his face.

And this memory is very short. After Riddle and Mrs. Smith left the store together, the picture was broken again, and then reassembled.

It's still in Borginberg's shop.

Riddle was standing solemnly opposite Bock at this moment.

"I've decided, sir, that I've learned enough in the past few years working here with you, and now I want to go out for a walk and have a look outside."

With regret on his face, he tried to persuade him to stay.

"I can give you a higher salary, Tom, you are really capable, and you just manage my shop in an orderly manner. If you leave, I'm really not used to it."

But it was obvious that Riddle had made up his mind to go, no matter how Bork tried to keep him, he would resign.

In the end, Bok had no choice but to pay him the last salary of this month and let him leave.

After that, the picture was broken again, and this memory was actually simpler than the last one.

From the first time Burke met Riddle to watching him leave at the end, a total of three memories were played in front of Sherlock and Dumbledore.

But none of them saw anything wrong.

Riddle didn't steal anything from Bock's store, otherwise Bock wouldn't have known about it afterwards. After hearing during the day that Sherlock and the others claimed to be Riddle's nephew, his immediate reaction should be to want compensation.

Sherlock frowned, he asked puzzled.

"So it's just like this? Is it just because he was impressed that a wizard as young as Riddle would have a close relationship with a witch like Mrs. Smith?"

Dumbledore obviously also felt a little puzzled by this.

Not only did he think that Bok would not make such a boring move, he also didn't think that Riddle would have a relationship with that witch named Mrs. Smith.

In the future, he will become a character who makes the entire magic world dare not even say his name. Will he be a person who is close to a rich woman for money and wealth?

Just when both of them were puzzled by this, those silver threads of light that had been wandering around after being broken suddenly began to condense again.

Sherlock and Dumbledore glanced at each other, and they both saw the awe in each other's eyes.

A new scene was formed in the darkness they were in, which meant that Bork's memory was not over yet!

This time it was a rainy morning.

It was raining heavily outside the Boke store, and the sound of "crash clatter" could be heard clearly even inside the house.

In the shop where only Bok was left, Bojin Bok sat on a chair, holding a brand new Daily Prophet in his hand.

As Sherlock and Dumbledore approached, they both caught sight of the headlines on the front page of the newspaper.

[The famous rich woman Hepziba Smith was poisoned to death at home, and the house elf Hao Qi pleaded guilty! 】

(End of this chapter)