Chapter 1491: Two Treasures and Red Eyes

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

Hufflepuff's gold cup, Dumbledore reminded him to pay special attention to it.

Having returned to Hogwarts thousands of years ago twice before, Ivan has seen this golden cup up close. It was placed on Hufflepuff's desk, and he also knew that it was one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, but he hadn't observed it carefully, and he didn't quite know what the relationship between the gold cup and the home of the house elves...

However, Ivan does know where Hufflepuff's gold cup is currently.

After being made into a Horcrux by Voldemort, he gave the Gold Cup to Bellatrix Lestrange for safekeeping, just like he gave Riddle's diary to Lucius Malfoy for safekeeping, Bella Trix is ​​far more loyal than Malfoy, and she keeps the cup in her Gringotts vault, which is a troublesome place.

Because neither Lestrange himself nor the goblins would cooperate with Aiwen and happily take out the gold cup.

Therefore, if you want to get the gold cup, you have to break into Gu Linggu to get it yourself. Ivan originally planned to put it at the end before taking it away.

If there is really specific information about the home of the house elves on the gold cup, then sneaking into Gringotts should be put on the specific agenda.

In the room, as soon as Hepzibah finished speaking, Voldemort reacted just right. He acted as if he was very interested in the treasure Hepzibah said, but it would not make people vigilant or disgusted. He said softly Say, "I'd love to see anything Miss Hepzibah shows me."

Hepzibah giggled like a little girl again, looking at Voldemort fondly.

"I asked Hao Qi to take it out, Hao Qi, where are you? I want to show Mr. Riddle our best treasure, um, why not bring both..."

"Here it is, ma'am," shrieked the house-elf.

In the distance, two leather boxes stacked on top of each other seemed to be floating over by themselves.

Aiwen knew it was because the little elf was holding them and walking among the tables, recliners and cushions.

"Okay!" Hepzibah said happily, took the box from the elf, put it on her lap, and was about to open the top one, then she stopped again and looked at Voldemort with a smile, "You will like It, Tom, oh, if any of my folks know I let you see it, they'll come and snatch it right away!"

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

Ivan and Harry moved forward, and there was a gold cup in the box.

It is dark gold in color and has two delicate ear stems. This is it, Hufflepuff's golden cup, it is exactly the same as Ivan remembered, but he can't see anything special about this golden cup, Hepziba hasn't taken it out of the box yet, most of the golden cup has been The box concealed it.

"Do you know what this is, Tom? Take it and look at it!" said Hepzibah softly.

Voldemort stretched out his slender fingers, grasped one ear stem, and lifted the cup from its soft satin lining. There seemed to be a gleam of red in his dark eyes, and the greedy expression was strangely reflected in Hepzibah's face, but her small eyes, fixed on Voldemort's handsome face, ignored it.

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

Ivan moved closer, found a suitable position, and carefully observed the gold cup in Voldemort's hand.

The body of the cup is engraved with a symbolic fine carving, this pattern is...

"Badger," murmured Voldemort, debating the carving on the cup, "this is..."

"Helga Hufflepuff, you're very good at it, clever boy!" Hepzibah leaned over and pinched his sunken cheek, and the corset creaked loudly, she said triumphantly , "Didn't I tell you that I'm a distant descendant of Hufflepuff? This thing has been passed down in my family for many, many years. It's very beautiful, isn't it? It is said that there are all kinds of magical powers, but I don't know how Tried, I just put it away here."

At this time, Voldemort turned the cup upside down, and Ivan noticed that there was a pattern at the bottom of the cup.

This pattern is different from the carving on the cup, it seems to be an inscription, and it seems...

Before Ivan looked carefully, Hepziba hooked the cup back from Voldemort's slender forefinger, and focused on putting it back in its original place, without seeing a shadow passing across Voldemort's face when the cup was taken back.

Ignoring these two people, Ivan turned his head to look at Dumbledore thoughtfully. He had some guesses about the information contained on the gold cup, but he was not sure yet.

Dumbledore smiled and motioned for him to read on.

Hepzibah, still smug at having just shown off her treasure to Voldemort, said cheerfully, "Well, well, where's Hokey? Oh, here, take it, Hokey .”

The elf obediently took the cup-box, and Hepzibah turned his attention to Voldemort.

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

"Very precious," said Voldemort softly.

"Yes, this is my family heirloom, but I think you'll like this next one better, Tom." Hepzibah said, picking up the flatter box on his lap, "Come closer, Come a little closer, dear boy, and see clearly. Of course, Bock knows I have this, and I bought it from him, and it cost a fortune, but it was worth it, and I bet he will want to keep it when I die. Take it back..."

She undid the delicate gold thread buckle and opened the lid, and there lay a heavy golden locket on the crimson velvet cushion.

This time Voldemort reached out and picked up the small locket without waiting for the invitation, and held it up to the light to examine it carefully.

Oh, this thing is a Slytherin locket. Its preciousness and importance are beyond doubt. The locket is one of the four items left by Salazar Slytherin. The magic on it has helped Ivan many times. Also, even Ramses II Saying it is not easy.

Of course, this thing is also of great significance to other pure-blood wizards, and can be used to prove the nobility of blood.

This was especially true of Voldemort, since it was supposed to be his house.

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

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

But he needn't have worried at all, Hepziba had once again overlooked these details.

At this moment, she was obviously very happy to see Voldemort staring raptly at her locket, attracted by Slytherin's locket, "Yes! I paid a lot of money for this, but I can't pass it up, Definitely adding it to my collection. Tell you, Tom, Bock got it from a poor woman who I guess stole it and had no idea of ​​its true value..."

As she said this, the red gleam in Voldemort's eyes became more pronounced, and even his knuckles, gripping the locket chain, turned white.

Ivan looked into Voldemort's eyes, which was a brand new discovery. The eyes of normal people don't flash red light. This is the external manifestation of some kind of magic. It's interesting, very interesting. What kind of black magic did he use on his body to make himself like this? !