In short, Armando rejected Voldemort's offer to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts. Dumbledore said, "After his application was denied, he went to Borgin Burke's shop, and all the faculty who admired him said it was a pity that such a talented young wizard went to work as a clerk." But Voldemort wasn't just an ordinary clerk, he was polite, handsome and intelligent, and soon got a special job that only a place like Borgin Burke. As you know, this shop specializes in magical items that refuse to have specific abilities or are of great value. Voldemort was sent to convince others to give the treasure to the shop for sale, and it is said that he was particularly adept at it. ”

"I believe it!" said Harry.

"I believe that too, but that's exactly what we should be careful about, Professor. Evan then said, it was because he knew Voldemort too well what he was good at and what he was terrible about, he had never trusted the guy in the ring, and if Dumbledore was going to do something with fifteen-year-old Riddle, it was better to be careful.

Now Voldemort has gained great magical powers, but has lost the power of camouflage and demagogy.

Fifteen-year-old Riddle in the ring doesn't, he's weak, but he's good at confusing people.

"yes, yes, I'll pay attention!" Dumbledore said with a feeble smile, "Now, it's time for you to listen to the memories of the house-elf Hawkie, who was owned by a very old, very wealthy witch named Hepzibah Smith. ”

Dumbledore said, pouring the memories from the crystal jar he had just taken out into the meditation basin.

"Come on, you go in first, Aven, and keep an eye out for the golden cup we're about to see. ”

Another Horcrux?!

Could it be that the specific location of the house elf home has anything to do with the golden cup?

With all kinds of questions, Aven entered the meditation basin.

He tumbled and fell into the dark void and landed in a living room.

Evan saw a fat, fat old lady in front of him, wearing a delicate ginger wig and a bright pink robe spread out around her, making her look like a piece of melted ice cream cake.

She was facing a small jeweled mirror and using a large puff to apply rouge to her already bright red cheeks.

One is probably the skinniest and oldest house-elf in the world, and she is wearing a pair of tight satin shoe buckles on the old lady's fat feet, and she is probably the house-elf Hao Qi.

"Hurry up, Haoqi!" said Hepziba imperiously, "he said four o'clock, only two minutes, and he was never late." ”

She put away her puff, and the house-elf straightened up, her head reaching Hepziba's cushion, her paper-like skin hanging from her skeleton like the fine linen robe she wore over her.

"How am I?" Hepzibah asked, turning his head to admire her face in the mirror from all angles.

"Beautiful, ma'am. Hao Qi screamed.

She was so embarrassed that she had to grit her teeth and lie when she returned to the question, because Hepziba Smith was far from beautiful, but she obviously wouldn't tolerate any other answer from her house-elf.

Evan speculated that perhaps this torture was the main reason why Hao Qi looked so thin and old.

You must know that house-elves are not good at lying, especially when facing their masters, but at this moment, Hao Qi has to lie......

It is said that in ancient times, a witch who was confident in her appearance but was actually ugly made a magic mirror.

She asked the mirror every day, "Magic mirror, magic mirror, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?" Although she was asking the magic mirror, the answer here could only be one, that is, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Because the witch asked this question every morning, noon and night, at last, the magic mirror that could not stand the torture finally shattered......

This shows how much pressure the house-elf Hao Qi will have.

Just then, the doorbell rang and the mistress and the elf jumped up.

"Quick, quick, he's coming, Haoqi!" Hepzibah cried, and the elf ran out of the house.

The room was so crowded that it was hard to imagine anyone who could walk through the room without knocking over at least a dozen things. With cabinets of lacquered lockets, bookshelves lined with gilded books, shelves with large and small stars and astrographs, and many lush plants growing in bronze vessels, this room looks like a patchwork of a magical antique shop and a greenhouse.

The elf came back a little later, followed by a tall young man, Voldemort!

To be precise, it was Voldemort as an adult, almost twenty years old.

He was wearing a black suit, his hair was a little longer than he was in school, and his cheeks were sunken, but Evan had to admit that it suited him perfectly, the outfit made him look more handsome, and he seemed to have a glow that was impossible to ignore as he had been at Slughorn's private party a few years ago.

Voldemort cautiously walked through the crowded room, apparently having been there many times.

Then, he bent down lowly and touched Hepziba's chubby hand lightly with his lips.

"I've brought you flowers, ma'am!" he whispered, conjuring a bouquet of roses in his hand.

"You naughty boy, you ought not to be!" cried old Hepzibah, who had prepared an empty vase on a small table beside her, "you spoil me, old lady, Tom, sit down, sit down...... Where's Hao Qi, ah......"

The house-elf rushed into the house with a plate of small pastries and laid the plate beside the hostess's elbow.

"Eat whatever you want, Tom. Hepziba said dotingly, "I know you like my pastries very much, how are you doing? Your face is a little pale, you seem to be a little thin, the shop uses you too hard, I have told Bock a hundred times!"

Hepzibah giggled, and Voldemort smiled mechanically.

"Hey, what's the excuse for coming to see me this time?" she asked, blinking her eyelashes.

"The goblin armor, Mr. Bock came up with a higher price, five hundred Galleons, which he thinks is fair enough. ”

"Oh, yes, don't be in such a hurry, or I'll think you're just here for my stuff!" Hepziba pouted, "and we can talk about something else......

"But that's what I was sent for. Voldemort whispered, graciously interrupting Hepziba, "I'm just a little clerk, ma'am, and I can only be told ...... men, and Mr. Bock wants me to ask."

"Oh, it's Mr. Bock again, phew!" said Hepziba, waving his hand, "ignore him, I'm going to show you something that Mr. Bock has never seen before! Can you keep it a secret, Tom? Can you promise not to tell Mr. Bock that I have this, and if he knew I had shown it to you, he would never let me live in peace." I don't sell it, I don't sell it to Bock, I don't sell it to anyone, but you, Tom, I know you're going to appreciate its history, not just think about how many Galleons you're going to make......"