HP Magic Biography

It's a bit hard to accept, isn't it? Fan Lin looked at Voldemort timidly.

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

Voldemort is powerful, cold, and almost a collection of all negatives. Tom Riddle, as you can imagine, was polite, excellent grades, and high enough emotional intelligence when he was young. Now, he needs to add blindness and hypocrisy.

Oh yes, Voldemort has always been hypocritical, it was just a white lie to amuse old Hepzibah.

You naughty little boy, you don't have to do this! Old Hepziba protested with a sharp throat, but her expression was very helpful, but Fan Lin 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 or ugliness, which Voldemort has done very successfully without adding any personal emotions.

You're spoiling me old lady, Tom—please sit down—where's Hotie? Ah— cried old Hepzibah, and the house-elf had hopped back into the room with a A small plate of cake was served, which she placed at the elbow of the hostess.

Please, Tom, said Hepzibah, I know how much you like my cakes. So, now, how are you doing? You look paler than ever. They put you in that damn shop Too much work here, I've said it a hundred times—

Tom Riddle smiled in a patterned manner, but this didn't affect Hepzibah's mood at all, and Hepzibah laughed foolishly.

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

Mr Burke would like to offer a more reasonable price for goblin-made armor, said Voldemort. 500 Galleons, he thinks this price is more fair—

Ai,

Oh, come on, I'm going to think you're only here for my little collection! ’ Hepzibah pouted.

To be honest, this is a bit scary, Fan Lin thinks he still needs some time to get used to such changes...

That is why I was ordered to come, said Voldemort quietly. I'm just a little assistant, and I have to behave. Mr. Bork wants me to ask—

Oh, Mr. Bock, bah! Hepzibah waved his short hand. Damn it, leave him alone, I've got something to show you, Tom, and I never told that Mr. Bock! You'll keep it a secret, Tom? Can you swear you won't tell Mr. Bock? I have this? If he knew I showed you this, he'd never let me go. I'm not going to sell this, not to Mr. Bock, nor to anyone! But you, Tom , you’ll have the opportunity to admire it, to marvel at its history, rather than just thinking about making a few bucks off of it.”

I'd love to watch anything Miss Hepzibah shows me, Tom Riddle said quietly, and Hepzibah let out another little girly laugh.

For a moment, Harry shivered, but after a long time of recollection, Harry quickly grasped the point.

I sent Hotkey to fetch it—Hokey, where are you? I want to show Mr. Riddle our best treasures—yes, bring them both, and since you're there—

Here you are, ma'am, the house-elf shrieked, and Van Lin saw two leather boxes crossing the room stacked one on top of the other, as if they had grown feet, and of course he knew that they were held by the skinny elf above his head. The box was walking, carefully making its way across tables, lounge chairs and footstools.

Now, said Hepzibah cheerfully, taking the box from the house-elf and laying it on his lap, ready to open the top one. I think you'll like it, Tom...oh, if my family knew I'd show it to you...they'd cover it right away!

She opens the lid. Harry moved forward a little to get a better look, and he saw what looked like a small golden cup with two dainty handles.

Fan Lin paused, he knew what it was, if it was correct, it should be lying quietly in Bellatrix's Gringotts safe now.

I don't know if you recognize this thing, Tom? Pick it up and have a good look at it! Hepzibah whispered, looking smug.

Tom Riddle reached out and took one handle of the gold cup with his long hand, and lifted it from its silk lining.

Harry thought he saw a flash of red in Voldemort's dark eyes. His greedy expression should have been seen by Hypozibah, but it was a pity that her small eyes were only focused on Voldemort's handsome face.

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

Captivating thousands of girls, at least the young Tom can do it, when he is not transformed into a ghost like Voldemort.

A badger, murmured Tom Riddle, inspecting the carving on the cup, so this is...?

It's Helga Hufflepuff's thing, you guessed it right, what a smart boy! Hepzibah leaned in and said, the corset creaking, she was going to reach him until he was thin face.

Didn't I tell you much I got it from an ancestor? This stuff is passed down the family from generation to generation. Cute, isn't it? It's said to have all sorts of powers, though I haven't checked thoroughly They, I just kept them carefully, safe and secure here...

She took the glass off Tom's long forefinger and put it gently and carefully into the box. She was so intent on arranging the cup that it snapped into place that it didn't notice that Voldemort's face darkened as the cup was taken back.

Now then, said Hepzibah cheerily, hey, where's Hotkey? Oh, there you are—take it, Hotkey.

The house-elf obediently took the box with the cup away. Hepzibah turned his attention to the flatter box on his lap.

And Fan Lin noticed that Tom's eyes were very reluctant. If possible, Fan Lin wondered if Tom would suddenly explode and deal with everyone.

Fan Lin has never doubted that Tom has this ability, he has done this several times.

However, obviously, it is impossible now, at least Bork knew that he came here. This was different from Morfin's time, and too many people were involved.

Hepzibah was obsessed with Tom's beauty and was oblivious to it all.

I'm sure you'll like this better, Tom, Hepzibah whispered. Come here, dear little boy, you'll see... Of course, Bock knows I have this thing, I bought it from him, and I bet he'd love to have it back, once I'm dead... ...

She undid the smooth gold and silver ribbon and opened the lid. On fuchsia velvet lay a heavy gold locket. Voldemort held out his hand, picked it up without waiting for an invitation, held it up to the light and stared at it.

Slytherin's mark, he said quietly, a gleaming squiggly s, to be precise, the silver snake so familiar to Voldemort.

The locket had been around his mother's neck for a long time.

That's right! Hepzibah was very happy, because Voldemort was staring at her baby, looking dumbfounded. I paid a whopping price for it, but I don't regret it, I won't let a real treasure pass me by, I must have it in my collection. Bock bought it from a shabby woman Yes, it looks like a stolen item, but she doesn't know its true value—

This time there was no doubt that Voldemort's eyes turned bloodshot at the words, and Harry saw his knuckles turning white as he pinched the pendant.

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

—I dare say Burke pays her only a little, but you see, it's pretty, isn't it? Again, there's all sorts of power on it, but I just keep it safe and careful... ... She reached over and retrieved the pendant.

For a moment, Van Lin felt that Voldemort didn't want to let go, even that Voldemort was about to draw his wand, but he let it slip through his fingertips and be replaced back into the velvet padding.

Then that's all, Tom, it's all here. I hope you enjoyed watching it just now. She looked at his face carefully. For the first time, Fan Lin hesitated seeing her smirk.

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

Oh, yes, Tom remembers saying quietly. Yes, I'm very—

I think—maybe it's just the light, I guess— Hepzibah said, losing interest for a moment, and Van Lin thought she might have seen a dangerous glint in Voldemort's eyes for a moment, too.

An old wizard still has a keen sense of danger. No matter how good Voldemort is, he cannot perfectly hide all his emotions.

So, naturally, Voldemort made Horcruxes to separate human emotions, to be precise, the parts that may become his weaknesses.

Here, Hotch, take them away and lock them up—with the usual spell—

Fan Lin watched the house-elf approaching, and Voldemort's tightly locked eyes.

Oh, we should go. Dumbledore said quietly. When the house elf tied up the box again, Dumbledore grabbed Harry's elbow again. Fan Lin hesitated for a moment, and the three of them Jump up together and disappear, back to Dumbledore's office.

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

Hokey was convicted by the Ministry of Magic for accidentally putting poison in her mistress's bedtime cocoa milk.

No! Harry exclaimed angrily. That's impossible, how could a house-elf...

I guess we're on the same page, said Dumbledore. Of course, there are many similarities that can be seen in the two murders of Riddle. Again, someone was to blame, and they both witnessed the murder. The incident in question—”

So, Hao Qi admitted? Fan Lin hesitated, To be controlled by Voldemort, or...to be deceived by Voldemort? It can't be memory modification or the Imperius Curse.

Oh, no one will care about this, Voldemort is very clear about this, Van Lin. Dumbledore shook his head, Besides, Tom was not able to do this at that time.

Van Lin paused, and Dumbledore continued.

She remembered putting something in her mistress's hot cocoa, which turned out not to be sugar, but a rare and deadly poison, said Dumbledore, and it was concluded that she hadn't done it on purpose. , just bewildered, who cares about a house-elf's life?

Voldemort modified her memory, just like he did to Morfin! Harry said angrily, feeling something pulsating in his chest.

Yes, that's my opinion too, said Dumbledore. And, like the Morfin case, the Ministry tends to suspect Hotkey—

—just because she's a house-elf, said Harry. For the first time, he felt a strong sense of identification with the house-elf society Hermione had founded.

Yes, said Dumbledore. She was very old and admitted to touching the drink again, so the Ministry of Magic didn't bother to investigate further. Like in the Morfin case, when I found her and tried to retrieve the memory, she had already Dying - but her memory clearly proves that Voldemort knew of the existence of the cup and the pendant.

It wasn't until the day Hao Qi was found guilty that Hepzibah's family found out that two of her most treasured treasures were missing. It took them a while to ascertain this fact, because she had many treasure places and was always very Vigilantly guarding her collection. Once they were absolutely sure that the cup and pendant had been taken, the young man who was Borgin Bock's assistant, the young man who visited frequently and made Hepzibah a favorite, quit his job and disappeared. And he His bosses didn't know where he went, and they were as surprised as everyone else that he disappeared without a trace. No one saw or heard from him for a long time after that.

Now, said Dumbledore, if you don't mind, I'd like to stop again and draw your attention to a point in our story. Voldemort has committed another crime, and as to whether this is the first since murdering Riddle last time, Once, I don't know, but I think so. This time, he killed not for revenge, but for greed. He fell in love with the two treasures that poor stupid old lady showed him. It's like in the orphanage Just as he stole his Uncle Morfin's ring here, he snatched Hepzibah's cup and pendant this time.

But, Harry frowned, it's just crazy...to take such a big risk, and lose your job, just for that...

Maybe to you, Harry, such things are madness, but Voldemort doesn't think so, said Dumbledore. I hope next class you will understand what these things mean to him, Harry, but you Admittedly, at least it's not that hard to imagine how he looked at the pendant, which he felt rightfully belonged to him.

The pendant may be, said Harry hesitantly, feeling absolutely nothing but sympathy for Voldemort's mother. But why are there still cups?

It once belonged to another Hogwarts founder, said Dumbledore. I think Tom Riddle is still so drawn to Hogwarts that he simply can't resist a thing that's steeped in Hogwarts history. There's another reason, I think - I hope next class will show for you.

The memory you'll see below is the last of our collection, at least until you manage to get hold of Professor Slughorn's memory. It's ten years apart from Hao Qi's memory, and we can only guess Come to think of what Voldemort has been up to these ten years—

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

Whose memory is it? he asked.

Mine, said Dumbledore.

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