Evan looked at Hepziba intently, is she going to take out the gold cup?!

Hufflepuff's Gold Cup, Dumbledore reminded him to pay special attention.

Returning to Hogwarts a thousand years ago twice, Evan had seen the trophy up close. It sat on Hufflepuff's desk, and he knew it was one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, but he hadn't looked closely at it, and he didn't know what the Golden Cup had to do with the house-elf home......

However, Evan does know where the Hufflepuff Gold Cup is at the moment.

After being crafted into a Horcrux by Voldemort, he gave the Gold Cup to Bellatrix Lestrange for safekeeping, just as he gave Riddle's diary to Lucius Malfoy for safekeeping, Bellatrix was much more loyal than Malfoy, and she hid the Gold Cup in her Gringotts vault, which was a troublesome place.

Because neither Lestrange himself nor those goblins would cooperate with Evan to take out the gold cup happily.

Therefore, if you want to get the Golden Cup, you have to break into the Gu Ling Stock and take it yourself, and Evan originally planned to take it at the end.

If there is really specific information about the house elf home on the gold cup, then it is necessary to put infiltrating Gringotts on the specific agenda.

In the room, as soon as Hepzibah's words fell, Voldemort reacted appropriately, and he put on a look of interest in Hepziba's treasure, but not alarmed or offended, and whispered, "I'd love to see anything that Miss Hepziba showed me." ”

Hepzibah giggled like a little girl again, and looked at Voldemort dotingly.

"I'll show you Haoqi, Haoqi, where are you? I'm going to show Mr. Riddle our best baby, well, let's bring both......"

"Here it is, ma'am. The house-elf screamed.

In the distance, two leather boxes stacked on top of each other seemed to float over on their own.

Evan knew it was because the little elf was carrying them, walking between tables, chaise longues, and cushions.

"Good!" Hepzibah said happily, taking the box from the elf's hand and resting it on his lap, ready to open the one on it, and then, she paused again, and looked at Voldemort with a smile, "You're going to love it, Tom, oh, if my relatives know I've shown you, they'll come and snatch it in a moment!"

In Voldemort's smile "Encouragement", she opens the box.

Both Evan and Harry leaned forward, and inside the box was a golden cup.

It's all over dark gold and has two delicate ear stems. That's it, Hufflepuff's Gold Cup, it's exactly the same as Evan remembers, but he can't see anything special about this Gold Cup, Hepzibah hasn't taken it out of the box yet, and the Gold Cup is mostly hidden by the box.

"Do you know what this is, Tom, take it and take a good look!" Hepziba whispered.

Voldemort stretched out his slender fingers and pinched the handle of one ear and lifted the cup from the soft satin padding. There seemed to be a flash of red in his dark eyes, and the greedy expression was strangely reflected on Hepziba's face, but her small eyes were staring at Voldemort's handsome face, ignoring it.

This stupid old woman, she has no idea what she is doing!

Evan came closer, found a suitable position, and took a closer look at the gold cup in Voldemort's hand.

The body of the cup is carved with a symbolic and delicate carving, and this pattern is ......

"Badger. Voldemort debated the carving on the cup and muttered, "This is ......"

"Helga, Hufflepuff, you're very good, smart boy!" said Hepzibah, leaning over and squeezing his sunken cheeks, her bodice creaking loudly, and she said proudly, "Didn't I tell you I was a distant Hufflepuff descendant? This thing has been passed down in my family for years, and it's beautiful, isn't it? It is said that there are all kinds of magic, but I haven't tried it much, I just keep it here." ”

At this moment, Voldemort turned the cup upside down, and Evan noticed that there was another pattern on the bottom of the cup.

This pattern is different from the carved ornament on the cup, as if it is a nameplate, and it seems to be ......

Before Evan could look closely, Hepzibah hooked the cup back from Voldemort's thin index finger and concentrated on putting it back in its place, not seeing a shadow on Voldemort's face as the cup was retrieved.

Ignoring the two men, Aven turned his head to look at Dumbledore, thoughtfully, he had a guess about the information contained on the gold cup, but he couldn't be sure yet.

Dumbledore smiled and motioned for him to continue.

Hepziba, who had just shown off her treasure to Voldemort, was still smug, and she said happily, "Alright, alright, where's Haoqi?" Oh, here, take it away, Haoqi. ”

The elf obediently took the box containing the cups, and Hepzibah's attention turned to Voldemort.

"Tom, what do you think of this baby?"

"Very precious. Voldemort whispered.

"yes, it's my family heirloom, but I think you'll love it better, Tom. Hepziba said, picking up the flattened box on his lap, "Come closer, come closer, dear child, see clearly." Of course, Bock knew I had this, and I bought it from him at a great cost, but it was worth it, and I dare say he would want to take it back when I die......"

She unfastened the delicate gold thread clasp and opened the lid, revealing a small heavy golden locket lying on the crimson velvet padding.

Voldemort reached out and picked up the small locket without waiting for an invitation, and held it up to the light to look at it carefully.

Oh, and this thing is a Slytherin locket. Its preciousness and importance are undeniable, the locket is one of the four items left behind by Salazar Slytherin, the magic on it has helped Evan many times, and even Ramses II says it is not easy.

Of course, this item also means a lot to other pure-blood wizards, as it can be used to prove the nobility of the bloodline.

This was especially true for Voldemort, as it was supposed to be his home.

"Slytherin's mark. Voldemort whispered, a gorgeous, serpentine S shining in the light.

His expression was focused, a red light flashed in his dark eyes, and his greedy expression seemed to have forgotten to hide.

But he didn't have to worry at all, Hepziba once again ignored these details.

At this moment, she saw Voldemort staring at her little gold box in distraction, and was obviously very happy to be attracted by the Slytherin locket, "Yes! I paid a lot of money for this, but I can't miss it, and I must add it to my collection." Tell you, Tom, Bock bought it from a shabby woman, I guess she stole it, and had no idea what it was really worth......"

As she said this, the red glow in Voldemort's eyes became more pronounced, and even the knuckles of his fingers holding the chain of the small gold box turned white.

Evan looked into Voldemort's eyes, and it was a completely new discovery. Normal people's eyes don't flash red, this is the outward manifestation of some magic, interesting, very interesting, what kind of black magic did he use on his body to make himself like this?!