Chapter 747： Gold Cup and Locket
"God, god, god, mysterious person!"
Ron's tongue knotted in surprise when he saw that the person standing outside was Riddle.
The expression on his face was a mix of surprise, fear, confusion, and absurdity.
Hermione and Harry both had similar expressions, because they remembered what Fish had just said.
"He should be waiting for his boyfriend, right?"
Of course, they also know that this kind of thing is mostly impossible.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, it is not uncommon for Voldemort to appear here. After all, it is the memory that Dumbledore collected when he was looking for the Horcrux. It is reasonable for him to appear here.
But when they thought that Voldemort had been spotted by a fat and ugly old lady, they couldn't help but feel a little joking.
"It's unbelievable," Harry said with a smirk, "Voldemort's love life is so rich."
"True love knows no age," even Hermione quipped sternly.
Only Fei Xu's face was inexplicable, and he couldn't understand why these three people looked weird.
But Mao Mao didn't have the time to ask them, because Voldemort had followed Hao Qi back to the original living room. On the way there, he carefully walked through the crowded room, looking very skilled, as if Been here many times.
This made Harry and the others look even weirder.
"Guian, Mrs Smith." Voldemort greeted the old lady gracefully, and bent down low, his lips touched her little fat hand lightly.
"I've said it many times," said the old lady sheepishly, her voice as sweet as Umbridge, "you can just call me Hepzibah."
Voldemort smiled stiffly, flicking his wrist, and conjuring a bouquet of roses, "I brought you flowers," he said softly.
"You naughty child, you shouldn't be like this!" screamed old Hepzibah.
But in the next second, she inserted the bouquet of roses into an empty vase that had been prepared on a small table next to her. Obviously, this was not the first time Voldemort had done this.
"You spoiled my old lady, Tom sit down, sit down where is Hokey?" Hepziba quickly called the house-elf after he had arranged the flowers.
Hao Qi rushed into the house with a tray of small pastries and placed it on the mistress's elbow.
"Eat whatever you want, Tom," said Hepzibah. "I know you like my pastries. How are you? You're a little pale. The shop treats you so hard, I've told you a hundred times."
Hepzibah giggled, and Voldemort smiled mechanically.
At this time, the expressions on Harry, Ron, and Hermione's faces were already unbearable. They really didn't expect to see such a dark history as Voldemort today.
But while it was funny, they also took it seriously. After all, Voldemort must be planning something to make Voldemort bear such humiliation and burden.
Fish didn't think so much, he bit his index finger lightly, his eyes fixed on the plate of pastries that Hao Qi brought.
"Hey, what's the excuse to come to see me this time?" Hepzibah asked without any self-awareness, and at the same time, she kept blinking her eyelashes at Deed Demon, taking on the attitude of a young girl.
Seeing her pretentious appearance, Ron covered his mouth with one hand and his stomach with the other, his whole face contorted, like crying instead of crying, laughing but laughing
Because he suddenly thought of his girlfriend Lavender, who usually looks like him when she gets along with him. Originally Ron thought she looked cute, now
Ron squeezed his stomach, which was constantly churning, and quickly shook off the two overlapping figures in his mind.
"For the armor made of goblins, Mr. Bock came up with a higher price, five hundred Galleons, which he thinks is fair enough." Voldemort remained elegant and explained his purpose.
"Mr. Burke!" Harry immediately caught the point in his words, "The boss who bought Slytherin's locket!"
And Hepzibah, after flirting with Voldemort for a while, revealed to him like a treasure that he was hiding a treasure that even Mr. Bock didn't know about.
"If he knew I'd shown you, he'd never let me live. I'm not selling this, not to Bock, not to anyone! But you, Tom, you'll appreciate its history, not I only think about how many Galleons I can earn," she said excitedly, but did not notice a greedy red light flashing in Voldemort's eyes after hearing this.
"I'd love to see anything Miss Hepzibah shows me." Voldemort lowered his eyes, restrained his greedy gaze, and said softly in a more intimate address.
No matter how Hepziba emphasized it before, he just called the other party "Mrs."
Hepzibah, who finally got a response, giggled like a little girl, and in a happy mood, she immediately asked the house-elf Hokey to fetch two leather boxes.
The first box opened, and what was inside was not the Slytherin locket as Harry had guessed, but a small gold cup with two delicate ear handles.
Voldemort picked up the cup, and a red light flashed in his eyes, showing his greed again, but Hepzibah just looked at Voldemort's handsome face, completely unaware.
"Do you know what this is, Tom?" she asked softly.
"Badger," murmured Voldemort, recognizing the ornament on the cup, "this is"
"Helga Hufflepuff, you're very good, clever boy!" said Hepzibah, leaning over and pinching his sunken cheek, his corset creaked loudly, and proudly showed himself Descendants of Hufflepuffs.
She hooked the cup back from Voldemort's slender index finger, and focused on inserting it back into place, not noticing the shadows that crossed Voldemort's face when the cup was taken back.
"Dumbledore seems to have found this cup, right?" Harry confirmed to Hermione.
"Yes, the representative of the four founders, Gryffindor's sword is kept by Professor Dumbledore, Slytherin's locket has not been found, and Hufflepuff's gold cup and Ravenclaw The crown has been found and destroyed by the professor." Hermione said with a sigh and a sigh of relief: "The rest of the box is probably Slytherin's locket."
Just as they had guessed, after putting away Hufflepuff's gold cup, Hepzibah opened the second leather box, which contained the Slytherin that once hung around Voldemort's mother's neck. Locket.
"Of course Bock knows I have this, I bought it from him. I bet he'll want to take it back when I'm dead," Hepzibah said, turning the box to Voldemort.
This time, Voldemort reached out and picked up the small locket without waiting for an invitation this time, and held it up to the light to examine it carefully.
"Slytherin's mark," he whispered, a gorgeous serpentine shining in the light.
Hepzibah was visibly delighted to see Voldemort staring at her locket, chattering about how she and Bock got the locket separately.
"Bock was bought from a shabby woman who probably stole it and doesn't know its true value"
Voldemort's eyes flashed red as she spoke, and the knuckles of his fingers, clutching the chain of the little gold box, turned white.
However, when Hepzibah reached for the locket Voldemort let go without hesitation.
However, in the face of this locket that "should belong to him", Voldemort could not completely suppress his emotions after all. The red light in his eyes was finally noticed by Hepziba, and the old lady seemed to be taken aback. .
Unfortunately, Hepzibah liked Voldemort so much that she quickly convinced herself that it was the light.
After asking Hao Qi to put the two leather boxes back together, everything around them began to become illusory. Everyone and objects except the four of them dissipated like smoke and gradually disappeared, and finally became swirling darkness
"Don't panic, this is the memory switching." Harry whispered to comfort Ron who had never seen this scene.
After a while, the scene switched to the Wizengamot courtroom on the tenth floor of the Ministry of Magic, a place familiar to Fish and Harry. The thin and old Hokey was standing in the dock, crying with her face covered, and from time to time. He slammed his head against the table in front of him.
The wizards on the bench and on the jury didn't mean to stop at all, they just looked at her coldly.
The presiding judge, an unfamiliar middle-aged wizard, rose to his feet and sentenced Hao Qi with a deadpan expression of misplaced poison in her mistress's evening cocoa tea.
"It's impossible!" Hermione screamed angrily.
Harry and Ron also questioned: "This is obviously Voldemort's conspiracy, just like Morfin!"
However, their righteous words cannot change the judgment of the Ministry of Magic, let alone the past, and the house-elf Hokey has become Voldemort's scapegoat.
As Hao Qi was dragged away by the Ministry of Magic's guards, the surroundings turned dark again, and the four of Fish returned to the Headmaster's room after a familiar whirlwind.
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Ron's tongue knotted in surprise when he saw that the person standing outside was Riddle.
The expression on his face was a mix of surprise, fear, confusion, and absurdity.
Hermione and Harry both had similar expressions, because they remembered what Fish had just said.
"He should be waiting for his boyfriend, right?"
Of course, they also know that this kind of thing is mostly impossible.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, it is not uncommon for Voldemort to appear here. After all, it is the memory that Dumbledore collected when he was looking for the Horcrux. It is reasonable for him to appear here.
But when they thought that Voldemort had been spotted by a fat and ugly old lady, they couldn't help but feel a little joking.
"It's unbelievable," Harry said with a smirk, "Voldemort's love life is so rich."
"True love knows no age," even Hermione quipped sternly.
Only Fei Xu's face was inexplicable, and he couldn't understand why these three people looked weird.
But Mao Mao didn't have the time to ask them, because Voldemort had followed Hao Qi back to the original living room. On the way there, he carefully walked through the crowded room, looking very skilled, as if Been here many times.
This made Harry and the others look even weirder.
"Guian, Mrs Smith." Voldemort greeted the old lady gracefully, and bent down low, his lips touched her little fat hand lightly.
"I've said it many times," said the old lady sheepishly, her voice as sweet as Umbridge, "you can just call me Hepzibah."
Voldemort smiled stiffly, flicking his wrist, and conjuring a bouquet of roses, "I brought you flowers," he said softly.
"You naughty child, you shouldn't be like this!" screamed old Hepzibah.
But in the next second, she inserted the bouquet of roses into an empty vase that had been prepared on a small table next to her. Obviously, this was not the first time Voldemort had done this.
"You spoiled my old lady, Tom sit down, sit down where is Hokey?" Hepziba quickly called the house-elf after he had arranged the flowers.
Hao Qi rushed into the house with a tray of small pastries and placed it on the mistress's elbow.
"Eat whatever you want, Tom," said Hepzibah. "I know you like my pastries. How are you? You're a little pale. The shop treats you so hard, I've told you a hundred times."
Hepzibah giggled, and Voldemort smiled mechanically.
At this time, the expressions on Harry, Ron, and Hermione's faces were already unbearable. They really didn't expect to see such a dark history as Voldemort today.
But while it was funny, they also took it seriously. After all, Voldemort must be planning something to make Voldemort bear such humiliation and burden.
Fish didn't think so much, he bit his index finger lightly, his eyes fixed on the plate of pastries that Hao Qi brought.
"Hey, what's the excuse to come to see me this time?" Hepzibah asked without any self-awareness, and at the same time, she kept blinking her eyelashes at Deed Demon, taking on the attitude of a young girl.
Seeing her pretentious appearance, Ron covered his mouth with one hand and his stomach with the other, his whole face contorted, like crying instead of crying, laughing but laughing
Because he suddenly thought of his girlfriend Lavender, who usually looks like him when she gets along with him. Originally Ron thought she looked cute, now
Ron squeezed his stomach, which was constantly churning, and quickly shook off the two overlapping figures in his mind.
"For the armor made of goblins, Mr. Bock came up with a higher price, five hundred Galleons, which he thinks is fair enough." Voldemort remained elegant and explained his purpose.
"Mr. Burke!" Harry immediately caught the point in his words, "The boss who bought Slytherin's locket!"
And Hepzibah, after flirting with Voldemort for a while, revealed to him like a treasure that he was hiding a treasure that even Mr. Bock didn't know about.
"If he knew I'd shown you, he'd never let me live. I'm not selling this, not to Bock, not to anyone! But you, Tom, you'll appreciate its history, not I only think about how many Galleons I can earn," she said excitedly, but did not notice a greedy red light flashing in Voldemort's eyes after hearing this.
"I'd love to see anything Miss Hepzibah shows me." Voldemort lowered his eyes, restrained his greedy gaze, and said softly in a more intimate address.
No matter how Hepziba emphasized it before, he just called the other party "Mrs."
Hepzibah, who finally got a response, giggled like a little girl, and in a happy mood, she immediately asked the house-elf Hokey to fetch two leather boxes.
The first box opened, and what was inside was not the Slytherin locket as Harry had guessed, but a small gold cup with two delicate ear handles.
Voldemort picked up the cup, and a red light flashed in his eyes, showing his greed again, but Hepzibah just looked at Voldemort's handsome face, completely unaware.
"Do you know what this is, Tom?" she asked softly.
"Badger," murmured Voldemort, recognizing the ornament on the cup, "this is"
"Helga Hufflepuff, you're very good, clever boy!" said Hepzibah, leaning over and pinching his sunken cheek, his corset creaked loudly, and proudly showed himself Descendants of Hufflepuffs.
She hooked the cup back from Voldemort's slender index finger, and focused on inserting it back into place, not noticing the shadows that crossed Voldemort's face when the cup was taken back.
"Dumbledore seems to have found this cup, right?" Harry confirmed to Hermione.
"Yes, the representative of the four founders, Gryffindor's sword is kept by Professor Dumbledore, Slytherin's locket has not been found, and Hufflepuff's gold cup and Ravenclaw The crown has been found and destroyed by the professor." Hermione said with a sigh and a sigh of relief: "The rest of the box is probably Slytherin's locket."
Just as they had guessed, after putting away Hufflepuff's gold cup, Hepzibah opened the second leather box, which contained the Slytherin that once hung around Voldemort's mother's neck. Locket.
"Of course Bock knows I have this, I bought it from him. I bet he'll want to take it back when I'm dead," Hepzibah said, turning the box to Voldemort.
This time, Voldemort reached out and picked up the small locket without waiting for an invitation this time, and held it up to the light to examine it carefully.
"Slytherin's mark," he whispered, a gorgeous serpentine shining in the light.
Hepzibah was visibly delighted to see Voldemort staring at her locket, chattering about how she and Bock got the locket separately.
"Bock was bought from a shabby woman who probably stole it and doesn't know its true value"
Voldemort's eyes flashed red as she spoke, and the knuckles of his fingers, clutching the chain of the little gold box, turned white.
However, when Hepzibah reached for the locket Voldemort let go without hesitation.
However, in the face of this locket that "should belong to him", Voldemort could not completely suppress his emotions after all. The red light in his eyes was finally noticed by Hepziba, and the old lady seemed to be taken aback. .
Unfortunately, Hepzibah liked Voldemort so much that she quickly convinced herself that it was the light.
After asking Hao Qi to put the two leather boxes back together, everything around them began to become illusory. Everyone and objects except the four of them dissipated like smoke and gradually disappeared, and finally became swirling darkness
"Don't panic, this is the memory switching." Harry whispered to comfort Ron who had never seen this scene.
After a while, the scene switched to the Wizengamot courtroom on the tenth floor of the Ministry of Magic, a place familiar to Fish and Harry. The thin and old Hokey was standing in the dock, crying with her face covered, and from time to time. He slammed his head against the table in front of him.
The wizards on the bench and on the jury didn't mean to stop at all, they just looked at her coldly.
The presiding judge, an unfamiliar middle-aged wizard, rose to his feet and sentenced Hao Qi with a deadpan expression of misplaced poison in her mistress's evening cocoa tea.
"It's impossible!" Hermione screamed angrily.
Harry and Ron also questioned: "This is obviously Voldemort's conspiracy, just like Morfin!"
However, their righteous words cannot change the judgment of the Ministry of Magic, let alone the past, and the house-elf Hokey has become Voldemort's scapegoat.
As Hao Qi was dragged away by the Ministry of Magic's guards, the surroundings turned dark again, and the four of Fish returned to the Headmaster's room after a familiar whirlwind.
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