Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 1490: Gold Cup

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"In short, Armando rejected the application of Voldemort to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts." Dumbledore said, "After the application was rejected, he went to the Borgin-Burkes store, and all the teachers who appreciated him said that it ’s a pity that such a talent is outstanding. The young wizard(s) went to work as a clerk. But Voldemort is not just an ordinary clerk. Because he is polite, handsome and smart, he soon got a special job only in places like Borgin-Burkes. As you all know, this shop specializes in Sell ​​magic items that refuse to have specific energy or value. Voldemort was sent to persuade others to give the treasure to the store for sale. It is said that he is particularly good at this matter. "

"I believe!" Harry said.

"I also believe that, but this is where we should be careful, Professor." Ivan followed, just because he knew too much about what Voldemort is good at and the terrible things, he had never trusted the guy in the ring very much. Dumbledore intends to do something with the fifteen-year-old Riddle, so it is best to be careful.

The current Voldemort has gained a powerful magic power, but has lost the power to disguise and confuse people.

The fifteen-year-old Riddle in the ring did not. His strength is weak, but he is very good at confusing others.

"Yeah, yeah, I will pay attention!" Dumbledore said with a weak smile, "Now, you should listen to the memory of domestic little elf / pixie(s) Hao Qi, her owner is a very old, very Rich witch(es), named Hepziba · Smith. "

Dumbledore said, pour the memory in the crystal bottle just taken out into Pensieve.

"Come on, you go first, Ivan, pay attention to observe the gold cup we will see."

Golden Cup? The gold cup of Hufflepuff? ! Voldemort another Horcrux? !

Does the specific location of the little elf / pixie(s) home support have anything to do with Jinbei?

With various questions, Ivan entered Pensieve.

He turned his head and fell in the dark void into a living room.

Ivan saw a very fat and fat old lady in front of him, wearing a delicate **** wig, and a gorgeous pink robe spreading around her, making her look like A piece of melted ice cream cake.

She was facing a small mirror inlaid with jewels, using a large powder puff to apply rouge to her already bright red cheeks.

One is probably the thinnest and oldest domestic little elf / pixie(s) in the world. She is wearing a pair of tight satin buckle buckles on the fat feet of the old lady. She is probably the domestic little elf / pixie(s) Hao Qi.

"Hurry up, Hao Qi!" Hepzibah said arbitrarily. "He said he came at four o'clock, only two minutes later. He has never been late."

She put away the puff, and her domestic little elf / pixie(s) straightened her waist until her head reached the chair cushion of Hepziba. The paper-like skin hung on the skeleton like the fine linen robe on her body.

"How about me?" Hepziba asked, turning his head while admiring the face in her mirror from all angles.

"It's beautiful, ma'am." Hao Qi said sharply.

It's really embarrassing this domestic little elf / pixie(s), she had to gritt her teeth when she returned to this question, because Hepzibah Smith is far from beautiful, but she obviously would not tolerate other answers from her domestic little elf / pixie(s).

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

Know that domestic little elf / pixie(s) is not good at lying, especially when facing the owner, but at this moment, Hao Qi has to lie ...

It is said that in ancient times, a witch(es) who was very confident in his appearance but 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 Magic Mirror, the answer to her could only be one. The most beautiful woman in the world.

Because witch(es) asks this question every morning, night, and evening, finally, the magic mirror that ca n’t stand torture is finally broken ...

It can be seen how much pressure will be raised by Hao Qi, the domestic little elf / pixie(s).

At this moment, the doorbell tinged, and the hostess and little elf / pixie(s) both jumped.

"Quick, quick, he's here, Hao Qi!" Hepziba called, and little elf / pixie(s) ran out of the house.

The room was very crowded, and it was hard to imagine that someone could pass through the room without knocking at least a dozen things. A cabinet with painted lacquer boxes, a shelf full of bronzing books, shelves with large and small stars and astrological instruments, and many lush plants growing in copper wares. Up.

little elf / pixie(s) will be back soon, followed by a tall young man, Voldemort!

Accurately, it is Voldemort after adulthood, almost 20 years old.

He is wearing a black suit, his hair is longer than when he was in school, and his cheeks are concave, but Ivan has to admit that these are suitable for him. This dress makes him look more handsome, and a few years ago As in Slughorn's private party, he seemed to radiate light, which could not be ignored.

Voldemort passed through the crowded room carefully, and it seems that it has been there many times.

Then, he bent down low and his lips lightly touched Hepzibah ’s chubby hand.

"I brought you flowers, ma'am!" he whispered, and a bouquet of roses came out of his hand.

"You naughty boy, you shouldn't be like this!" old Hepziba screamed, but she had prepared an empty vase on a small table next to her, "You spoiled me this old lady , Tom, sit down, sit down ... Where is Hao Qi, ah ... "

The domestic little elf / pixie(s) rushed into the house with a small plate of pastries and placed the plate at the elbow of the hostess.

"Eat it as you like, Tom." Hepziba said spoiledly, "I know you like my pastries very much, how are you doing recently? His face is a little white, it seems a little thin, and you are used in the shop It's too cruel, I told Burkes a hundred times! "

Hepzi giggled, and Voldemort smiled mechanically.

"Hey, what is the excuse to come to see me this time?" she asked, blinking her eyelashes.

"The armor made of Goblin(s), Mr. Burkes came up with a higher price, five hundred Galleon(s), he thought it was fair."

"Oh, oh, do n’t be so anxious, otherwise I would think you came only for my gadgets!" Hepziba pouted, "we can talk about some other aspects ..."

"But I was sent only for them." Voldemort said softly, interrupting Hepziba's words without losing his manners. "I'm just a little shop assistant, ma'am, I can only listen to people's orders. Mr. Burkes asked me to ask ... "

"Oh, it's Mr. Burkes again, yuck!" Hepziba said with a small hand, "Don't care about him, I want to show you something that Mr. Burkes has never seen! Can you keep it secret, Tom Can you promise not to tell Mr. Burkes that I have this? If he knew that I had shown it to you, he would never let me settle down. I will not sell it, I will not sell it to Burkes, I will not sell it to anyone! But you , Tom, I know you will appreciate its history, not just thinking about how much Galleon(s) you can earn ... "