Chapter 881 ? Charming Tom Riddle

"Mr. Blogger wants to offer a higher price for that pair of goblin armor..." Tom Riddle retracted his chin slightly, and looked up at the old lady opposite him. His smile and tone of voice were very masculine, "Five hundred Galleons, he thought that was fair enough—"

"Oh, don't be in such a hurry." Hepziba picked up the teacup, shook his head and twisted his body, pouted and said almost as if Lavender was acting like a spoiled child to Ron, "Otherwise I would think you are only for my things Just came..."

"I was sent here because of them... madam." Tom Riddle whispered in a tone that seemed very regrettable, the corners of his lips slightly raised seemed very sincere, his eyes did not move away from the other person's face, his body Leaning forward, with his hands on his knees, he looked aggrieved, "I'm just a little clerk, and I can only listen to orders. Mr. Bork asked me to ask—"

"Oh, Mr. Bock," Hepziba looked at Tom Riddle and seemed to feel pity for him. She waved her little hand, as if thinking of something that could make the boy in front of her happy, her face revealed an irresistible look With a smug smile, "I'm going to show you something that Mr. Bork has never seen before. Can you keep it a secret?"

Tom Riddle stared at each other, and the tea spoon in his hand kept turning in the teacup, and Harry noticed that he was wearing a ring on his right index finger.

"Can you promise not to tell Mr. Bork that I have this?" Hepziba also leaned forward, and the distance between Voldemort and Voldemort became shorter and more intimate, "But you, Tom..." Hepziba When calling the other party's name, his voice became more numb, "You will appreciate his history instead of thinking about how many Galleons you can earn."

Tom Riddle shook the tea spoon in his hand rhythmically. He just seemed to be satisfied with an obedient boy. He shook his head slightly and flattered him: "I'm very happy, I'm very happy to see Miss Hepziba. looking at...anything."

"So wait for me here for a while." Hepziba waved his hands like a little girl again, and stood up shyly.

At this moment, Harry felt that the Tom Riddle in front of him was very similar to Allen. They were both very good at persuading, and there was a likable power in their words and actions—this discovery made Harry horrified. He shook his head vigorously, trying to get the thought out of his head.

Harry noticed that after Hepzibah turned his back, the gentle smile on Tom Riddle's face disappeared completely, and his brows were raised as if in thought.

Hepziba who reappeared happily and triumphantly opened the lid, "I think you'll like it Tom...oh, if my relatives know that I let you see...they will come and snatch it right away."

Tom Riddle was still turning the tea spoon, and when he heard this, he looked up with an interested expression.

"Honey, do you know what this is? Take it." Hepzibah picked up a gold cup from the soft satin cushion, swung it triumphantly, and handed it to Tom Riddle, "OK have a look."

Hepzibah was immersed in the joy of showing off and sharing, and she seemed to be fascinated by the handsome face of the other party, but Harry did not miss the greedy expression on Tom Riddle's face.

Tom Riddle pinched the golden cup and identified the carvings on the cup. He raised his brows and raised his head to show Hepziba a charming and especially lovable smile: "Madam Badger, this is what I thought... "

"Helga Hufflepuff's Gold Cup." Hepzibah answered with a smile before Tom finished his question, and tidied up his gorgeous shawl and lap after lap with some confidence. The red bead chain hanging around her neck said happily with a hint of pride, "You are very good at it, smart boy...Didn't I tell you that I am a distant descendant of Hufflepuff? This thing is in my family. It’s been many, many years, isn’t it beautiful?”

Tom Riddle kept turning the gold cup in his hand, looking at the carved patterns on it.

"It is said that there are various magical powers, but I haven't tried it much, I just keep it here.

Then Hepziba turned her attention to another box, and she carefully opened the delicate gold thread clasp, "I think you'll like this one more, Tom... Come here... Get closer and see clearly... "

When Hepzibah took out a red bag, Tom Riddle couldn't take his eyes off her action, and he put Hufflepuff's gold cup on the side table without looking . The metal chain sounded, and the small octagonal metal-rimmed locket swayed in the air, and the green gemstones with snakeskin patterns embedded in the box shone brightly in the candlelight.

Tom Riddle involuntarily stood up from his chair and stared at the small locket in a daze. His world seemed to be nothing but the locket in front of him. Everything was blurred, only this little locket came into his eyes clearly.

Hepziba's voice seemed to be coming from a long distance behind him. At this moment, the only thing that could attract Tom Riddle was the exquisite locket in front of him. His eyes moved with the swing of the locket.

Without Hepzibah's permission, he reached out and grabbed the locket.

Hepziba didn't take it seriously, and smiled triumphantly: "Bock sold it to me many years ago. I dare say that after I die, he will definitely want to take it back."

Hepziba was very happy that the handsome young man in front of him was interested in her collection, and let this lovely wizard look at her collection carefully, while she just observed his face closely from the side, as if View a more valuable collection.

Tom Riddle held the hanging box in his hand almost fascinated, and muttered after a while: "Salazar Slytherin's mark."

"By the way, I paid a high price for this. But I can't miss it, I can't miss this baby, I must add it to my collection..." Hepziba picked up a piece of fried rice beside him with his fat fingers. Something like a meat ball, I stuffed it into my mouth and ate it, "I heard Bok bought it from a shabby-looking woman who probably stole it, don't know her real value...I bet she sure Squeezed by this old bastard..."

Harry noticed that Tom Riddle, with his back to Hepzibah, had a red light in his eyes, and his knuckles were turning white as he gripped the locket chain.

Hepziba finally felt that the atmosphere was not right, and noticed his abnormal expression, she asked suspiciously: "Are you all right, dear?"

"It's okay...it's okay, I'm fine." Tom Riddle's voice was deeper, filled with a dark and gloomy atmosphere.

"I thought... I think it might be the light." Hepziba couldn't hide the unease in her heart, she tried to explain and comforted herself, "Come on, Hao Qi, take them away and lock them up again... use old magic... "

Tom Riddle picked up the chain again, and just about to appreciate it carefully, he was interrupted by Hepzibah's commanding elf's voice. Bloodshot, his expression could no longer maintain his previous politeness, and he said loudly: "It's really interesting, sometimes chance and fate are closely intertwined. Do you agree, Mrs. Smith?"

He approached Hepziba slowly, with a very dangerous expression on his face, like a big snake ready to kill anyone. The distance between Tom Riddle and Hepziba was getting closer and closer. Hepziba was a little flustered by the handsome wizard who suddenly changed his expression, and the smirk on her face froze—but immediately, Tom Riddle Just back to normal, and said goodbye to Mrs. Hepzibah Smith gracefully.

The picture becomes blurred, and everything seems to have become nothingness.

"It's time to go, Harry." Dumbledore said softly. He grabbed Harry's arm and let the boy who survived the catastrophe return to the headmaster's office again. Trying to get that last bit back..."

Harry stood there in a daze, letting the drops of water drip off his face without speaking.

"Tom's status as a clerk in the Bork and Bokin store, in addition to learning some powers that we wizards should not control, is also obviously part of his plan. Mrs. Smith is a frequent visitor to the Bork and Bokin shop, and Voldemort uses her for him. Obsessed, took his chance and ended up taking the two heirlooms. He created an impeccable first-class scandal scene where he altered the memories of the house-elf, Hokey, to make her think it was because of the old man who poisoned him by mistake Master, and then it only takes a little dramatic touch for the house-elf to confess." Dumbledore sat back in his chair, and he held out his hand to signal Harry to sit down too. Without even looking for the ever-untraceable potion, they ruled that Hao Qi was not a deliberate murder, but a blind eye. Meanwhile, Tom has resigned and disappeared, disappeared for a long time."

"I don't understand..." Harry shook his head and frowned. "It seems crazy...to take such a big risk and lose your job, just to..."

"Now," said Dumbledore, "if you don't mind, Harry, I would like to draw your attention to certain details in the story... This is another murder committed by Voldemort. The first few lives of the old man... As you must have seen, this time he is not out for revenge, but for profit. He wants the two rare treasures that the poor old lady showed him. Just like he robbed the orphanage and other Just as he stole his uncle's ring, this time he stole Hepzibah's cup and locket."

At this time, Harry didn't listen much, his heart was heavy, the scene of Voldemort and Hepzibah getting along left a deep impression on him, he clearly knew that one was the Dark Lord and the other was his classmate professor, but haha Leigh felt that the feeling Voldemort gave him at that time was very similar to that of Allen...

Harry glanced up at Dumbledore, hesitated for a moment, and gave up his plan to tell Dumbledore how he felt just now. He didn't want Dumbledore to have a worse impression of Alan because of his remarks, after all Alan had never had Voldemort's dangerous expression before the end of his memory...nor had he ever seen him steal anything from someone else.