Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 360

"Ding dong..."

The brass bell rang, and Mr. Bojin behind the counter looked up at the door.

A delicate cane made of yew wood is the first to enter the store.

Then came the owner of the cane, a young man in his 20s with black hair and dark eyes, wearing a gorgeous wizard robe and a monocle in his left eye, entered the store.

"Hi sir, what do I need?"

Mr. Bojin couldn't wait to stand up, and the light of Jin Jialong flashed in his eyes.

"Mr. Bokin, don't you recognize me anymore?"

The young man was leaning on a cane, with a calm smile on his face, and asked in a clear voice.

Mr. Bojin was stunned for a moment, and looked at the other party's face seriously - he had been paying attention to the other party's luxurious attire before, thinking about this person's worth, and thinking about how much money he could take from this person.

But looking closely at the other party's face now, Mr. Bo Jin suddenly froze in place.

"You...you...you are..."

The answer was ready to come out, but a fishbone turned into panic got stuck in his throat.

"Yes, it's me, Mr. Borgin."

The black-haired youth Voldemort scanned the shop left and right, saw an antique chair, and walked briskly over to sit down.

"I think I can see through people's hearts, Mr. Bojin. For a while, I really thought so."

"Gudu."

Mr. Bojin behind the counter made a loud swallowing sound.

"But I didn't know until I met you that my so-called insight is too superficial."

Voldemort said calmly, as if he didn't see the panic on the other's face.

"Sir, I mean, Lord Dark Lord, I don't quite understand what you mean." Mr. Bojin said humbly.

"I mean, Mr. Borgin, you showed me what greed is."

After Voldemort said this, he shook his head dissatisfied, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bojin, I think, more precisely, you let me see the greedy self."

Mr. Bojin squeezed out a stiff smile and said: "Master Dark Lord, is there some misunderstanding in this, you know me, when you were with me..."

"Bang, bang, bang."

Voldemort's face suddenly turned cold, and he struck the ground three times with his stick, which made Mr. Bogin shut his mouth in a hurry.

"Since we are talking about those years, then, Mr. Bojin, who once offered me a job and thought he was kind to me, I also want to ask you to verify something that happened many years ago."

"You...please tell me."

Mr. Bojin has long since disappeared from the arrogance of three years ago. He bowed his body to show his humbleness.

"I don't know if you can still remember that in 1926... in the summer and autumn - sorry I don't know the exact time - there was a lady who sold you an heirloom, and the lady had very characteristic eyes."

Voldemort squirmed, as though the mention of the lady made him slightly uncomfortable.

Mr. Bojin also twisted his body, it seemed that he remembered something, but his answer was completely opposite.

"Too long ago, my lord Dark Lord, I don't think I can remember."

He said something he didn't believe, and couldn't help but prove it, "You know that a lot of goods come in and out of my place every year, so..."

"I'm not specific enough, but I think you know this thing."

Voldemort smiled apologetically, and then pulled out a locket hanging around his neck from his wizard robe.

"Do you recognize it?"

Mr. Bojin's body shook violently, the corner of his mouth twitched and he said softly: "I have an impression, Lord Dark Lord."

"I want you to help me evaluate its price, for example..." Voldemort said thoughtfully, "Ten Galleons?"

"Oh no, more... yes, more."

Mr. Bojin replied tremblingly, and gestured several times with his hands like cat claws on a cat teasing stick.

"If it was 1926, maybe ten Galleons would do, you know the prices back then, but nowadays, it's more expensive."

"Salazar Slytherin," Voldemort said suddenly.

"What, my lord?" asked Mr. Borgin.

"I mean, you'd recognize this from Salazar Slytherin, wouldn't you?"

Voldemort said seriously, "From your point of view, it's not difficult, is it?"

"Oh, yes, but you know, I can't confirm it's true, there's so much in Knockturn Alley..."

"Bang! Bang!"

The cane vigorously moved the pestle twice, and Mr. Bojin's voice immediately quieted down, and he quickly closed his mouth.

"Ten Galleons, Mr. Bojin, that's too little for a pregnant woman with nothing to do.

"This led to her having to give birth to his child in a Muggle orphanage, because only in this way could her child be cared for."

Voldemort stood up, adjusted his delicate wizard robes, and put the locket back into his arms.

"Do you know what her baby's name is?"

Mr. Bojin shook his head vigorously. Although he already knew the answer, the terrifying fishbone lingered in his throat, preventing him from opening his mouth.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, Mr. Bokin, you are not only greedy but also dishonest, because you know the answer."

Voldemort said with a gentle smile, which made Mr. Borgin dare not look up at him out of fear.

"Wu's Orphanage, that was my childhood, not happy, full of hatred.

"For years I searched for the root of all this suffering, in fact, in my childhood, in the man who bears my first and last name, Tom Riddle.

"I killed him with my own hands, because he was the culprit, didn't I?"

Mr. Bojin nodded repeatedly, and said tremblingly: "Yes, my lord, you are right."

"I'm not here to get your approval, Mr. Borgin, but to ask you a few questions," said Voldemort.

"Please tell me." Mr. Bojin said.

"Lack of kindness is wrong, but it's not wrong, is it?" Voldemort asked.

"Of course, that's immoral, but it doesn't violate the law." Mr. Bokin said hastily.

"There's nothing wrong with adding insult to injury, is there?" Voldemort continued. "Business is business, after all."

"Of course, Knockturn Alley is full of people like this, you know." Mr. Bokin replied again.

"Then I generally understand, sir." Voldemort straightened his spine. "Please raise your head, sir."

"Okay... okay."

Mr. Bojin didn't dare to refuse, he could only raise his head in horror, and looked up at the Dark Lord in front of him with humble eyes.

"Standing in front of you is a black wizard who has no moral bottom line, is bloodthirsty, and uses black magic more frequently than ordinary magic.

"He wants to ask you one last question."

"You...please tell me." Mr. Bojin said almost desperately.

"Do you think it's a problem that he took it out on you out of anger?" asked Voldemort.

"Gudu."

Mr. Borgin gulped again.

He wanted to say there was a problem, but he didn't dare.

As Voldemort himself said, bloodthirsty, this is not just talk.

"Please forgive my..."

"In the far east, there is a divine beast whose name is Yazi."

Voldemort interrupted him, which made Mr. Borgin somewhat puzzled.

"You mean, you can forgive me for getting this magical creature called Yazi?" Mr. Bojin asked in amazement and surprise.

"Of course not." Voldemort smiled and shook his head. "I want to tell you that a creature like Yazi must take revenge, so you roughly know what I want to say, right?"

(End of this chapter)