Chapter 750 Gold Cup and Locket

"God, God, God, God... You-Know-Who!"

When Ron saw that the person standing outside the door was actually Riddle, he was so surprised that his tongue was tied.

The expression on his face was very complicated, with surprise, fear, confusion, and... absurdity.

Hermione and Harry also had similar expressions, because they still remembered what Fish had just said...

"He should be waiting for his boyfriend, right?"

Of course, they also knew that this kind of thing was probably impossible.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, it is not surprising that Voldemort would appear here. After all, it was the memory collected by Dumbledore when he was looking for the Horcrux, and it was reasonable for him to appear here.

But when they thought that Voldemort had been favored by a fat and ugly old lady, they couldn't help but feel a little teasing.

"It's really unexpected..." Harry also said with a smile: "Voldemort's emotional life is so rich."

"True love knows no age." Even Hermione joked seriously.

Only Fish looked puzzled, and couldn't understand why these three people looked so weird.

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But Mao Mao had no time to ask them, because Voldemort had followed Hao Qi back to the living room where he had come from. On the way here, he carefully crossed the crowded room, looking very familiar, as if he had been here many times.

This made Harry and the others look even more strange.

"Hello, Mrs. Smith." Voldemort greeted the old lady gracefully, and bent down low, and gently touched her chubby hand with his lips.

"I have said this many times," the old lady said in a pretended angry voice, as sweet as Umbridge, "You can just call me Hepzibah."

Voldemort smiled stiffly, turned his wrist, and conjured a bouquet of roses, "I brought you flowers." He said softly.

"You naughty child, you shouldn't do this!" Old Hepzibah screamed.

But the next second, she put 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 did this.

"You've spoiled me, an old lady, Tom... Sit down, sit down... Where's Hokey... Ah..." After Hepzibah had arranged the flowers, she quickly called the house elf.

Hokey rushed into the room with a plate of small cakes and placed the plate at the hostess's elbow.

"Have your own food, Tom," Hepzibah said, "I know you like my cakes very much. How are you? You look a little pale. The store has used you too hard, I've said it a hundred times..."

Hepzibah chuckled, and Voldemort smiled mechanically.

At this time, the expressions on Harry, Ron and Hermione's faces were already a little bit unbearable. They really didn't expect to see Voldemort's dark history today.

But while they were laughing, they also looked more seriously. After all, Voldemort must be planning something to make him endure humiliation like this.

Fish didn't think so much. He bit his index finger gently, his eyes fixed on the plate of cakes brought by Hokey.

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"Hey, what's your excuse for coming to see me this time?" Hepzibah asked without any self-awareness, and at the same time she kept blinking her eyelashes at Voldemort, acting like a girl.

Seeing her hypocritical appearance, Ron covered his mouth with one hand and his stomach with the other, his whole face twisted, as if he was crying or laughing...

Because he suddenly thought of his girlfriend Lavender, who was often in a similar state when she was with him. Ron thought she was cute in that state, but now...

Ron pressed his churning stomach hard and quickly threw away the two overlapping figures in his mind.

"Mr. Burke wants to offer a higher price for the goblin armor, 500 Galleons, he thinks it's fair enough..." Voldemort still maintained his elegance and explained his purpose.

"Mr. Burke!" Harry immediately grasped the key point in his words, "The boss who bought Slytherin's locket!"

After flirting with Voldemort for a while, Hepzibah revealed to him that she had a treasure that even Mr. Burke didn't know about.

"...If he knew I showed it to you, he would never let me live in peace. I won't sell it, not to Burke, not to anyone! But you, Tom, you will appreciate its history, not just think about how many Galleons you can make..." She said excitedly, but she didn't notice that Voldemort's eyes flashed with greed after hearing this.

"I am happy to see anything Miss Hepzibah shows me." Voldemort lowered his eyes, restrained his greedy eyes, and whispered with a more intimate name.

No matter how much Hepzibah emphasized before, he just called her "Madam".

Hepzibah, who finally got a response, giggled like a little girl, and she immediately asked the house elf Hokey to fetch two leather boxes in a happy mood.

The first box was opened, and what was inside was not the Slytherin locket as Harry had guessed, but a small golden cup with two delicate handles.

Voldemort picked up the cup, and a flash of red light flashed in his eyes, revealing his greed again, but Hepzibah was only focused on Voldemort's handsome face and could not notice it at all.

"Do you know what this is, Tom?" she asked softly.

"Badger." Voldemort murmured as he identified the carvings on the cup, "This is..."

"Helga Hufflepuff, you are very good at it, clever boy!" Hepzibah said, leaning forward and pinching his sunken cheeks, the bra creaked loudly, and then said proudly His identity as a descendant of Hufflepuff.

She hooked the cup back from Voldemort's slender index finger and concentrated on inserting it back into place, not noticing the shadow that passed over Voldemort's face when the cup was taken back.

"Dumbledore seems to have found this cup, right?" Harry confirmed to Hermione.

"Yes, the representatives 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's The diadem has been found and destroyed by the professor," Hermione said with a sigh and relief, "The remaining box is probably Slytherin's locket."

Just as they guessed, after collecting Hufflepuff's gold cup, Hepzibah opened the second leather box, which contained the Slytherin pendant that once hung around Voldemort's mother's neck. Locket.

"Of course, Bork knows I have this, I bought it from him. I bet he'll want it back after I die..." Hepzibah said, turning the box towards Voldemort.

Voldemort reached out and picked up the locket without waiting for an invitation this time, holding it up to the light and looking at it carefully.

"Slytherin's mark." He whispered, a gorgeous snake-shaped S shining in the light.

Hepzibah was visibly pleased to see Voldemort staring at her locket in fascination, and she rambled on about how she and Burke had obtained the locket.

"The Bock was bought from a shabby woman, who probably stole it without knowing its true value..."

Voldemort's eyes flashed red as she spoke, and his knuckles turned white as he clutched the chain of the locket.

However, when Hepzibah reached for the locket, Voldemort let go without hesitation.

However, when facing the locket that "should have belonged to him", Voldemort still could not completely suppress his emotions. The red light in his eyes was finally noticed by Hepzibah, and the old lady seemed to be startled. .

Unfortunately, Hepzibah liked Voldemort so much that she quickly convinced herself that it was due to the light.

After asking Hao Qi to put the two leather boxes back together, everything around him began to become illusory. Except for Fish and the four of them, everyone and everything dissipated like smoke, gradually disappeared, and finally became the swirling darkness...

"Don't panic, this is memory switching." Harry whispered to comfort Ron, who had never seen this scene before.

After a moment, the scene switched to a place that both Fish and Harry were very familiar with - the Wizengamot trial room on the tenth floor of the Ministry of Magic. The thin and old Hao Qi was standing in the dock, covering her face and crying. And from time to time he banged his head on the table in front of him.

The wizards in the trial and jury seats had no intention of stopping her, they just looked at her coldly.

The presiding judge, a strange middle-aged wizard, stood up and pronounced Hao Qi's crime without expression: accidentally putting poison in her mistress's evening cocoa tea.

"That's impossible!" Hermione screamed angrily.

Harry and Ron also questioned: "This is obviously Voldemort's conspiracy, just like Morfin back then!"

However, their righteous speeches could not change the Ministry of Magic's trial, let alone the past. The house elf Hao Qi became Voldemort's scapegoat.

As Hao Qi was dragged away by the guards of the Ministry of Magic, the surroundings turned dark again, and the four Fish returned to the principal's office after a familiar spin.

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