"It's kind of hard to accept, right? Van Lin looked at Voldemort with a shudder.

He originally thought that he had enough understanding, overestimation and respect for Voldemort, but Voldemort still broke Van Lin's consistent stereotype of him.

Voldemort was powerful, cold, and almost a collection of all the negatives, and Tom Riddle in his youth, as you can imagine, was polite, had excellent grades, and had a high enough emotional intelligence, but now, he needs to add blindness and hypocrisy.

Oh yes, Voldemort has always been hypocritical, and it's nothing more than a white lie to amuse old Hypzibah.

"You naughty little boy, you don't have to!" protested with a sharp throat at the tip of old Hypziba, but her expression was very helpful, but Van Lin saw that she had already placed an empty vase on the nearest table.

Admittedly, this is a good way not to be defined by beauty or ugliness, which Voldemort did very successfully, without adding any personal emotion.

"You've spoiled me, old lady, Tom—sit down—where's How, How, ha—," cried out old Hypziba, and the house-elf had already jumped back into the room, and with a small plate of cake in her hand, she had placed it beside the hostess's elbow.

"Please, Tom," said Hypziba, "I know how much you like my cake." So, now, how are you doing? You look paler than you used to be. They've made you work too much in that damn shop, I've said it a hundred times—"

Tom Riddle smiled in a patterned manner, but this did not affect Hypzibah's mood in the slightest, and Hypziba laughed idiotically.

"Well, what's your excuse for coming this time?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes.

"Mr. Burke is willing to pay a more reasonable price for the armor made by the elves," Voldemort said. "500 Galleons, he thinks it's fairer—"

"Bah, belch, don't be so fast, I'm going to think you're only here for my little collection!" Hypzibah pouted.

To be honest, it's a bit scary, and Van Lin feels like he needs a little more time to get used to the change......

"That's what I was ordered to do," Voldemort said quietly. "I'm just a little helper, I have to be obedient. Mr. Bock wants me to ask—"

"Oh, Mr. Bock, phew!" Hypzibah waved his little hand. "Damn it, leave him alone, I've got something for you, Tom, I've never revealed it to that Mr. Bock! Can you keep it a secret, Tom? Can you swear you wouldn't tell Mr. Bock that I had it? If he knew I had shown it to you, he would never have let me live in peace. I'm not going to sell it, not to Mr. Burke, not to anybody! But you, Tom, you're going to have the opportunity to admire it, and marvel at its history, not just to make a few bucks from it. ”

"I'd love to see anything Miss Hypziba shows me," Tom Riddle said quietly, and Hyparziba let out another girly laugh.

For a moment, Harry had a cold war, but the long memories allowed Harry to quickly grasp the point.

"I told Hao Qi to get it—Hao Qi, where are you? I'm going to show Mr. Riddle our best treasures—by the way, bring both, since you're there—"

"Here you go, ma'am," the house-elf screeched, and Van Lin saw two leather boxes stacked on top of each other across the room, as if they had long legs, and of course he knew that they were the skinny elf walking with the boxes above his head, carefully passing through the table, the chaise longue, and the footstool.

"Now," Hyparzibah said cheerfully, taking the box from the house-elf and placing it on his lap, ready to open the top one. "I think you'll love it, Tom...... Oh, if my family knows I'll show you...... They're going to reach out and cover it right away!"

She opened the lid. Harry moved forward a little to get a better look, and he saw a small golden cup-like object with two delicate handles on it.

Van Lin was stunned, he knew what it was, and if it was correct, it should be lying quietly in Bellatrix's Gringotts safe by now.

"I don't know if you recognize it, Tom, pick it up and take a good look at it!" Hypzeba whispered, looking smug.

Tom Riddle reached out and took one of the handles of the golden cup and lifted it out of the silk padding.

Harry felt he see a flash of red light in Voldemort's dark eyes. His greedy expression should have been in full view of Hypotsbah, but her little eyes were fixed on Voldemort's handsome face.

Oh, Tom is very handsome, and he has perfectly inherited all the goodness of his father and mother's appearance.

Fascinate thousands of girls, at least Tom in his youth could have done it, when he didn't become Voldemort's ghost.

"A badger," murmured Tom Riddle, looking at the carved ornament on the cup, "then, this is ......?"

"It's Helga Huffpuff's thing, you guessed right, what a smart boy!" said Hypziba, leaning over, her tights creaking and she was about to reach his skinny face.

"I didn't tell you much, I got it from an ancestor, and it was passed down from generation to generation in the family. It's cute, isn't it? It is said to have all kinds of powers, but I haven't checked them thoroughly, I just keep it safe, and it's safe ......here."

She took the cup off Tom's slender index finger and placed it gently and carefully into the box. She was so focused on setting the cup in its place that it had fallen completely into place, not noticing that Voldemort's face had darkened as the cup was retrieved.

"And now," Hypzibah said happily, "hey, where's Haoqi? Oh, there you are—take it away, Haoqi." ”

The house-elf obediently took the box containing the cups. Hypzibah focused on the flattened box on his knee.

Van Lin noticed that Tom's eyes were very reluctant, and if possible, Van Lin wondered if Tom would suddenly burst out and dispose of everyone.

Tom had the ability, Van Lin never doubted, he had done it several times.

But, obviously, it is impossible now, at least Bock knew that he was here, unlike the one when Mofen was involved, there were too many people involved.

Hypzibah was obsessed with Tom's beauty and was oblivious to all of this.

"I'm sure you'll like this even more, Tom. Hypzibah whispered. "Come here, dear little boy, and you'll see...... Of course, Bock knew I had it, I bought it from him, and I dare say he would love to take it back, once I'm dead......"

She pulled open the smooth gold and silver ribbon and flipped open the lid. Lying quietly on the fuchsia velvet lies a heavy gold locket. Voldemort held out his hand, picked it up without waiting for an invitation, and held it up to the bright spot to stare at it.

"Slytherin's mark," he said quietly, it was a glittering flower-like S, and the silver serpent was so familiar to Voldemort exactly.

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

"That's right!" Hypzibah was particularly happy as Voldemort stared at her baby, stunned. "I paid a lot of money to get it, but I don't regret it, I'm not going to let a real treasure slip away from me, I'm going to have to keep it away. Bock had bought it from a woman dressed in tatters, and it looked like a stolen item, but she didn't know what it was really worth————"

This time, Voldemort's eyes turned blood-red at the words, and Harry saw his knuckles turning white as he pinched the pendant.

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

"—I dare say Burke only paid her a little money, but you see, it's beautiful, isn't it?, again, there's all sorts of power gathered on it, but I'm just careful to keep it safe......" She leaned over and retrieved the pendant.

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

"That's all, Tom, it's all here, I hope you just enjoyed it. She scrutinized his face, and for the first time, Van Lin hesitated at the sight of her smirk.

"Are you alright, dear?" said Hypzibah worriedly, his face full of bewilderment.

"Oh yes. Tom remembers to say calmly. "Yes, I'm very-"

"I think—maybe it's just light, I guess—" Hypzibah said, and for a moment, she lost interest, and Van Lin thought she might have seen a moment of a dangerous glint in Voldemort's eyes.

An elderly wizard is still very sensitive to danger, and no matter how good Voldemort is, he can't hide all his emotions perfectly.

So, naturally, Voldemort made Horcruxes that separated out the emotions that belonged to the person, and to be exact, the parts that might have become his weaknesses.

"Here, Hao Qi, take them away and lock them up—with the usual spell—"

Van Lin watched the house-elves approach, and Voldemort's tightly locked gaze.

"Oh, it's time for us to go. Dumbledore said quietly, as the house-elf re-tied the box with the strap, Dumbledore grabbed Harry's elbow again, Van Lin hesitated, and the three of them rose up together and disappeared, returning to Dumbledore's office.

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

Hao Qi was convicted by the Ministry of Magic of misplacing poison in her mistress's bedtime cocoa milk. ”

"No!" Harry cried out angrily. "This can't be, how can a house-elf ......"

"I guess we thought the same," said Dumbledore, "and of course there was a lot of similarity in the two murders in Riddle." Again, there are people who are behind the blame, and they have all witnessed murder-related incidents—"

"So, Hao Qi admitted?" Van Lin hesitated, "controlled by Voldemort, or ...... Tricked into perception by Voldemort? It can't be a memory alteration or a Imperius curse. ”

"Oh, no one cares about that, Voldemort knows that, Van Lin. Dumbledore shook his head, "Besides, Tom wasn't able to do that at the time. ”

Vanling paused, and Dumbledore continued.

She remembered putting something in the hostess's hot cocoa, which was later discovered not to be sugar, but a deadly rare poison. "It's concluded that she didn't mean to do it, but she's just confused, and who cares about the life of a house-elf?"

"Voldemort altered her memories as he did with Morfin!" Harry said in an airy voice, feeling something stir in his chest.

"Yes, that's my opinion. Dumbledore said. "And, like in the case of Morfin, the Ministry of Magic is inclined to suspect Hao Qi—"

"—just because she's a house-elf. Harry said. For the first time, he felt a strong sense of identity with the house-elf welfare club that Hermione had founded.

"Yes," Dumbledore said. "She's old, and she's admitted to touching that drink, so the Ministry of Magic doesn't bother to investigate. Just like in the Morfin case, when I found her and tried to retrieve it, she was already dying—but her memory clearly proved that Voldemort knew about the cup and the pendant. ”

On the day Hao Qi was found guilty, Hypziba's family discovered that two of her most precious treasures were missing. It took them some time to establish this fact, because she had a lot of hidden treasures, and she was always very vigilant in guarding her collection. When they were completely sure that the cup and the pendant had been taken, the young man, who was Borgin Bock's assistant and who had visited and won the favor of Hypziba, quit his job and disappeared. And his bosses didn't know where he went, and they, like everyone else, were amazed that he had disappeared without a trace. For a long time after that, no one saw him or heard from him again. ”

"Now," said Dumbledore, "if you don't mind, I'd like to pause again and draw your attention to a point in our story." Voldemort has already committed another crime, and as for whether this is the first time since the last murder of Riddle, I don't know, but I think it is. This time, he killed not for revenge, but for greed. He took a fancy to the two treasures that the poor stupid old lady had shown him. Just as he used to steal other children's things in the orphanage, just as he stole his uncle Morfin's ring, this time he swept away Hypziba's cup and pendant. ”

"But," Harry frowned, "it's madness...... Risking so much and losing your job, just for the sake of those ......"

"Maybe it's crazy for you, Harry, but Voldemort doesn't think so," said Dumbledore, "I hope you'll understand what these things mean to him in the next lesson, Harry, but you have to admit it, at least it's not hard to imagine what he thinks of the pendant, and he rightly thinks it belongs to him." ”

"Perhaps," Harry said after a moment's hesitation, for Voldemort's mother, Harry had no other emotions than sympathy. "But why are there cups?"

"It used to belong to another Hogwarts founder," Dumbledore said. "I think Tom Riddle was still so drawn to Hogwarts that he couldn't resist something that had been steeped in Hogwarts history. There's another reason, I think – I hope to show you that in the next lesson. ”

"The memories you'll see below are the last of our collections, at least until you manage to get your hands on the memories of Slughorn's professor. It was ten years away from Hao Qi's memory, and we can only guess what Voldemort has done in the past ten years—"

Harry stood up again, and Dumbledore poured the last memory into the meditation basin.

"Whose memory is it?" he asked.

"Mine. Dumbledore said.